Theory into Practice

Despite the unwanted attention from Courtney’s comment, and the disparaging looks the sales staff gave me when I returned to the store, they had nailed it with the clothes. Between Ashley’s flowing A-line skirt, Brittney’s tight designer jeans, Kayla’s off the shoulder blouse, and Courtney’s striking red wrap dress, I couldn’t figure out where to look first.

I escorted them to a restaurant not far from the boutique for a quick bite before the evening’s fun began. When our server asked about drinks, I ordered a Manhattan.

“And for the lady?” he asked, addressing Brittney.

“What do you guys think?” I interrupted, flipping through the wine list. “Want to get a bottle of something sparkly?”

“Uh ... sure?” Courtney said, keeping her voice small. “Sparkles are cool.”

“Can we get a bottle of the Carneros rosé, please?” I asked, handing him the list. “And five glasses, please.”

“Certainly. I’ll be right back with your drinks.”

When he left us alone, Courtney leaned in. “Holy shit, he didn’t even card us!” she whispered.

“Because you look like you’re twenty eight,” I said, unfurling the napkin into my lap.

“Really?” She whipped out a small compact from the purse hanging off her chair, both acquisitions from the boutique. She checked her face and gave a satisfied grunt. “Huh, I guess so.”

When our server returned with the sparkling wine and filled our glasses, I lifted a toast.

“To the First Timers Club,” I said.

Our food came fairly quickly, which surprised me at first, but a glance around the restaurant showed it to be a fairly light service. Probably part of the reason our waiter had skipped the IDs. When everyone had settled in to eat, I revealed the next part of our evening.

“You all look amazing,” I told them. “Better than amazing. You’re sexy as fuck. How are you all feeling right now?”

Kayla shoveled a large bite of pasta into her mouth and talked while she chewed. “I can’t get over how much people are staring at us. Especially guys. It’s sooo fucking weird.”

“Guys are actually looking at my face for once and not just my boobs,” Courtney observed, her tone a tad scornful.

“I kind of feel like a superhero,” Ashley said, and the young version of Elastigirl came immediately to mind. Everyone shared a laugh at her comment.

Brittney leveled me with a thoughtful look and said, “I know every time you ask me that question, I tell you that it’s the best day of my life. But I only tell you that because it’s always true. This is the best day of my life,” she said, and then took a stuttering breath. “The best fucking day.”

Courtney lifted her flute. “I’ll drink to that.”

“Here, here!” said Kayla.

“So, where are you taking us next?” Ashley wondered.

I steepled my fingers in front of my lips. “You’ve learned a lot over the past few days, and now you all look the part too. Fucking gorgeous. But there’s a huge difference between theory and practice. So, tonight, I’m taking you out on a hunting expedition.”

I had their undivided attention.

“What kind of hunting expedition?” Kayla asked.

I smiled at her and said, “An orgasm hunt.” Her eyes widened and the four of them shared a curious look. “I’m taking you to a place called Arcadium. It’s an all-ages arcade, but we’re not going there to play video games, Ashley,” I said when her face lit up. “Instead, your mission is to bring me back an orgasm you receive from someone you picked up while we’re there. I don’t care who you get it from, but you have to talk someone you don’t know into giving it to you.”

“Hold on a second,” Courtney said, shaking her head. “You want us to have sex,” she whispered the word, “in public?”

I sipped my cocktail and shook my head. “No, not full blown sex,” I said. I wiggled my pinky. “Just fingers.”