Chapter 11

By 1800, they all were rolling back to the curb in front of a clothing store. Pixy, on her new Triumph Thruxton, looked like her face was going to split, she was grinning so hard. Mary was on the back of John’s ride. They all unassed their rides and followed Tony into the store. The girls looked timid, which puzzled John, so he asked “What’s wrong?”

Mary turned to him and said, “We could never afford some of these clothes before. Everything here is five hundred and up.”

Tony looked at her and said, “No, for you two, everything here is free today.”

At that, they made a beeline to the shoe department, which puzzled John even more. Tony looked at John and Jose and said, “I think we can trust they know what they want, but what about you two?”

John then explained what they had to do tomorrow and why.

“No offense intended here, but you two don’t want to show up looking like hick rubes. Something off the rack should work” he said leading them to another part of the store. “You’ll want to avoid the wise guy and playboy look, so silk is out for you. I’m thinking an Italian leather jacket, a decent shirt, and some Boggi Milano jeans and shoes.

After trying on a set that seemed to fit well, John went to find Pixy. When he found her, she was in a tight red leather dress and high heels that really made her ass stand out. He gave her a hug, then said “that’ll give any straight man a hardon, so take it. But also get something more business casual. If it’s too much for Tony, I’ll buy this dress regardless.”

She looked at John and said “These shoes are twelve hundred, and the dress is five grand. I can’t ask you to pay that.”

Tony must have excellent hearing because his voice rang out from the men’s section saying “He won’t be paying anything for it.” as he walked over to look at the pair. “This is more a matter of honor for me, so please don’t insult me like that again” as he touched his thumb to the side of his nose.

John didn’t know for sure what that gesture meant, but he fully understood the context. He patted her on the ass and said “Get moving, you heard the man.”

Tony looked at John and said “Can I get you anything else?”

John said, “No, this will work fine. It’s a one-time deal as any other day it’s a T-shirt and jeans for me. Thank you for taking care of the others though.” Tony just nodded at that.

Walking back over to the men’s section, he saw Jose wearing a full silk suit, with a garment bag next to him. Looking at John with an embarrassed look he said “The bag has a dress for Maria if that’s alright.” John looked at him and said “You better check in with Pixy and Mary. Maria might have you in a cast if you forget the matching shoes.” Jose hurried over with the bag to where the pair was looking over the shoes.

After half an hour later, they were loading their loot up into the saddle bags. Pixy’s leather vest wasn’t tied very tight leaving her tits bouncing when she walked. Mary and Pixy were both wearing jeans that looked painted on, the kind responsible for auto accidents.

John went over and shook Tony’s hand, gave him his cell number, and said, “Tomorrow, pay close attention to the inspectors. If one or more of them make a bee line to the problem areas, you’ll know it was a planned insider failure. Al should be there, but if you have any questions, or need some more help, give me a ring.”

“Will do my friend. Have a good evening, what’s left of it.”

This time, Pixy let Mary ride her bike, while she nuzzled up behind John. They made it back to the Red Rock about 1900. By this time, tournament final table was being broadcast on the resorts big screen. Maria was there with a huge stack of chips. It’d obviously been a good day for her. Jose handed off his gear to Mary asking her to bring it up to our room as he was going straight to the rail to see Maria. Mary nodded her head, then the three left went to their room.

When they got to the room “John said, we have to be downtown at 1400, so I say we grab a shower and go to the casino for a couple of hours. You two can show off your new clothes.”

Pixy said “I’m so horny right now, I’d cum from a grope, but if you want to go play, that’s what we’ll do.”

John grabbed her turning her around and wrapped his arm around her groping one of her tits, while grabbing her ass with the other hand. Putting truth to her words, she shuddered in orgasm. “Get naked” he said to both of them.

It didn’t take them long to get it done, so he followed suit. He reached out and grabbed one C cup and one D cup saying “The shower here us big enough for all of us. Let’s get cleaned up.”

It took them an hour of grab assing before they finally got out.

Pixy complained, “All that hammer swinging has left my shoulders sore.”

John nodded, “The first few feel easy, but it sneaks up on you.”

He picked her up sweeping her legs and back into his arms and carried her to the bed. Laying her on her back, he removed her towel, leaving her naked on the bed. He motioned Mary over, pointing to Pixy’s swollen pussy. Nodding her head, she crawled between Pixy’s legs and soon Pixy was moaning loudly.

John lifted her back and positioned himself behind her with her body laying against his chest. Starting at her elbows, he began applying a massaging motion slowly moving up her arms. Mary stopped and ran into the bathroom. When she came out, she was carrying a small bottle of body oil, which she handed to John. Mary then resumed her position, sticking out her long tongue and playing with Pixy’s clit piercing, then diving it into her vagina while reaching up a hand to pull on her piercing.

John, with freshly oiled hands restarted from her elbows, working the oil in firmly. Applying more oil, he then started on her shoulders, outward, moving in to her neck leaving one hand on base of her necked working the muscle there, while moving the other up to work at the base of her skull. After lingering there for a minute, he oiled up again and went in reverse of his previous order. After he got to her elbows, he saw Mary dive her tongue again, so he reached and grabbed both nipples giving each a pinch, then pulling on the rings.