Chapter 7: VIP Date

September 23, 2092:

Chris Weber was sitting in his home office, going through the files on his computer. He liked to do this from time to time to make sure everything was properly organized and in its rightful place. His wife, Chloe, was in the front room, helping one of their great-granddaughters with her knitting. He knew they would be at it for a while so he had plenty of time to do what he needed.

Marilyn, their youngest child, was at the house making sure the home health care people did what they were supposed to do. Even at 71, she wasn’t someone to be trifled with. An improperly-handled syringe or a pill bottle out of place would spark her wrath and heaven help the poor soul who stepped out of line.

Of course, Chris knew that was due to her many years as a head nurse. Marilyn followed in her mother’s footsteps and went to college for nursing, and eventually worked at the same hospital as Chloe. She retired not too long ago to take care of her aging parents, who had just this month celebrated their 109th birthday and their 90th wedding anniversary. She popped her head in the door and spoke to her father.

“Everything alright, Dad?” she asked.

“I’m fine, sweetie, thanks,” he told her.

“You need some more tea,” she said, grabbing his nearly-empty cup. “Let me go refill that for you.”

“Thanks, dear,” he said as she walked out. A few minutes later, she returned with a fresh cup of hot tea, flavored just the way he liked it.

“Here you go, Dad,” she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“You’re too good to your old man,” he said, smiling.

“Don’t you forget it,” she said, laughing. “I’m off to tend to George,” she added, referring to her husband. “He’s probably still down at the pond trying to figure out that newfangled reel you got him.”

“Give him our love,” Chris said as she left. Watching her leave, he couldn’t help but be reminded of how much like her mother she was, so full of life and love. George was truly a lucky man. His gaze fell on the last picture they had taken of all their children together, back in 2036.

Mike, their oldest and a Captain in the U.S. Army at the time, was on leave following a tour to Africa. That month was hard on the whole family, as they had learned that Mike’s wife was cheating on him. Brian, their second child, had just graduated from West Point and was on his way to Fort Huachuca, Arizona. Marilyn was not quite 15 yet and was the spitting image of her mother.

Brian was now recovering from a bypass surgery, but was expected to do well. Fingering the decades-old DVD he had in his scrapbook, Chris’ mind wandered to the day Chloe swears he was conceived...

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August 30, 2013:

Chris and Chloe had everything packed for their weekend to Florida. Their 30th birthday was this coming Sunday and both of them had taken a vacation day so they could fly to Florida. Chloe had made arrangements for them to stay at a very nice hotel on Miami Beach and, Chris learned later, had arranged for them to have a special room reserved for their birthday celebration.

And, to make things a bit more interesting, she had invited their good friend, Amy, to come along. Chris didn’t mind, as he thought the world of Amy.

Chris’ parents had agreed to watch Mike for the weekend and with Chloe’s parents, had planned to take the youngster to visit the zoo in St. Louis.

Their flight landed in Miami about noon on Friday and before the day was over, the two had checked into the hotel and spent some time on the beach. They had a nice romantic dinner followed by dancing and enjoyed hours of lovemaking in their room.

The next morning, after breakfast, they went back to the beach, with Chloe showing off a new micro-bikini she had purchased for the trip. Chris took a number of pictures of her modeling the suit, which didn’t cover very much and, he thought, made her look even more gorgeous than ever. In his mind, she easily put the college girls to shame.

They were locked in a tight embrace on the beach when they heard a familiar voice behind them.

“All right, you two, it’s time for lunch,” Amy said as she walked up to them.

“We thought we’d just eat each other here on the beach,” Chris said with a smile on his face.

“You’d probably get arrested for that down here,” Amy said, laughing. “C’mon, let’s go grab a bite to eat.”

After getting lunch at the hotel, Amy pulled Chloe to her feet.

“Come on, girlfriend, we have shopping to do for tonight,” she said with a wicked smile. She looked at Chris. “Don’t worry, lover, I’ll take good care of her and have her back in plenty of time for the party.” She looked back at Chloe. “Now, let’s go and spend some of your husband’s royalty money.” Chloe laughed.

“Okay,” she said, standing up. She kissed her husband deeply. “You going to be okay by yourself for a few hours?” she asked.

“Sure,” Chris said. “I’ll just go work on my latest book and ogle the pictures I just took of you.”

“Well, make sure that’s ALL you ogle,” she said, teasing him with a smile. He watched the two girls head out, giggling as they walked. He could only imagine what they had in store for the evening. He knew they would be gone for a while, so he grabbed his laptop and sunscreen and headed to the beach.

He spent several hours on the beach, working on his latest novel, periodically switching over to the library of pictures and video he carried of his wife. He felt like the luckiest man alive to be married to someone as beautiful and loving as Chloe.

He received a text on his phone about 5:30, telling him they had returned and were in their room. He didn’t realize how late it was and rushed back to the room.

When he got there, the girls were putting everything away, but wouldn’t let Chris see what they had purchased. He could tell both of them also had their hair and nails done.

“You’ll see it tonight,” was all the answer he got from the two of them. After they had put their new clothes away, they drug Chris to the restaurant for dinner. After dinner, they headed back to their rooms to get ready for the evening.

“We’d better get going,” Chloe said. “The limo will be here in about an hour or so.”

“Limo?” Chris asked. “What have the two of you planned?” Chloe smiled.

“It’s a surprise,” she said. “But I will tell you this. I’ve reserved a special VIP room for us till about 2 am.”

“A VIP room?” Chris asked.

“Yeah, you know, at a local nightclub,” she said. “It’s one of those rooms where pretty much anything goes if you know what I mean. And it’s all ours for the night. Now, I have to go get ready. And you’d better get dressed as well.”

Chris shaved and donned a polo shirt and a nice pair of trousers. His eyes popped out of his head when his wife emerged from the bathroom. Her dress, if it could actually be called that, showed off all of her features.

It was short and backless, falling just a few inches below her crotch, and had a plunging neckline that threatened to completely reveal her breasts. He could see her nipples poking through the material. She topped the outfit off with a pair of sandals with straps that wrapped around her ankles. He felt a familiar stirring in his groin.

“Wow, baby, you look delicious,” he said. “I’m about ready to eat you right here.” Chloe smiled and waved him off.

“You will, dear, I promise. But later, okay?” she said.

“I guess I’d better bring my camera,” Chris said. Chloe shook her head.

“No need,” she said. “I’ve already got that covered. Tonight is just for us.” Chris’ eyebrows went up. What did she have planned?

They left their room and met Amy at the elevator. She looked just as stunning in her outfit. Chris felt like a lucky man as they left the elevator on the ground floor, a beautiful woman on each arm. They walked to the curb where they were met by a chauffeur in a white uniform.

“Weber, party of three?” he asked with a smile.

“That’s us,” Chloe said. He ushered them to the longest white limousine Chris had ever seen. The chauffeur opened the door and motioned for them to enter. Amy went in first, followed by Chloe and then Chris.

As he entered the huge car, he saw four young girls, each dressed similar to Chloe and Amy. They looked to be in their early twenties and greeted them with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Chris also noticed a man with a professional camera siting in the corner.

Chris, Chloe and Amy accepted a flute of champagne as the driver left the curb and the girls offered a toast to the special couple.

“Happy birthday,” one of them said. “And happy anniversary,” another added. They began talking on the way to the club.

“Who are you girls?” Chris asked.

“We’re your hostesses for the evening,” one of the girls said. “We’re here to make sure you two have a memorable experience. So, how long have you two been married now?”

“Eleven years, come Sunday,” Chloe said.

“Congratulations!” they all said. “How long have you two known each other?” one girl asked.

“All our lives, actually,” Chris said. “We were practically raised together.”

“They even call each other ‘brother’ and ‘sister’ sometimes,” Amy chimed in. That set the girls giggling.

“How long have you guys been in love?” another girl asked.

“I think since we were about eight or nine years old,” Chloe said. “I’ve always loved Chris, but I knew for sure by the time I was nine.”

“Oh, wow,” another girl said. “That’s so romantic.”

The talked the whole way to the club and got to know each other a bit before the chauffeur pulled up in front of a club with a long line.

The chauffeur opened the door for them and the cameraman got out first to record everyone’s exit from the limo. Chris ushered the girls out first, then Amy and finally his beautiful wife. Then he got out and with Amy and Chloe on his arms, followed the girls inside.

The club was full of mostly young people, drinking and dancing, with some getting pretty frisky with each other. He smiled, recalling past dates with Chloe. The girls headed up a flight of stairs, so Chris followed them with Chloe and Amy. He couldn’t help but notice the girls did nothing to hide their skimpy thongs as they walked, giving others a good glimpse of their bare legs and buttocks as they walked.

They entered a room on the second floor that had windows overlooking the large dance floor below. The cameraman who accompanied them told him the windows were actually two-way mirrors – they could look out, but no one could see inside.

The room was fairly large with three tables at one end and a set of couches and settees at the other. The middle of the room was open for dancing and there was a small wet bar along one side of the room. Hanging from the ceiling were banners that read, “Happy Birthday, Chris and Chloe” and, “Happy Anniversary.”

A large chocolate cake with birthday candles was on one of the tables. The cake was decorated with lettering that read, “Happy Birthday, Chris and Chloe” on the top and “Happy Anniversary” on the side. The top of the cake was adorned with a small decoration of a man and woman dancing, the type of decoration that might be seen on a wedding cake.

The girls brought Chris and Chloe to the cake and gathered around them, putting Amy in the front.

“All together now,” one of the girls said, before all of them sang the “Happy Birthday” song to the happy couple. The bartender brought them each a glass of wine as one of the girls cut everyone a piece of cake.