Chapter 9: A Dinner to Remember

They drove for about an hour and a half. Fred had finally awakened from his exhaustion.

“Well, good afternoon. Did you have happy dreams?” Samantha inquired.

“Absolutely. But I would be eternally grateful if you could find a gas station.”

“I saw a sign a little while back. There should be a gas station just up ahead,” Annie added.

When Samantha pulled into the gas station, she had barely stopped the car when Fred flew out of the back seat. The girls watching his mad dash made them giggle. Annie was certain he didn’t even open the door.

Moments later, Fred emerged with a smile on his face. He walked up to the car and exhaled sharply.

“Ladies, would you like a cold refreshing drink and some chips? I need some rehydration after being drained of any moisture. Orders, please.”

Fred came back with three cold beverages, one bag of corn chips, and two bags of pretzels. He got behind the wheel and headed for home. It was midmorning when they got to the apartment. They brought in their bags and backpacks. Fred turned down the air conditioner and turned on the fan.

“Ladies, I don’t know about you, but I am ready for a shower, and as little clothing as possible and a cold beverage. This is not the coolest apartment in the town, except for the people in it. As always, ladies first.”

Annie said Samantha should go first. She would help Fred put things away and get the laundry together. Samantha offered to fix a light meal when she finished her shower. Fred started by putting his equipment and computer in his office. He looked at the equipment and thought how lucky he was with Mr. Martin. But his thoughts turned to the girls.

Fred loved them equally. He thought about how unselfish they were and how the whole situation started. A fear came over him when the thought of one of them moving on crossed his mind. Fred felt a bit depressed thinking about it. He would never tell the girls.

Fred watched as Samantha emerged from her shower, makeup done in a goth motif, wet hair, and a tee shirt with a picture of a puppy on it. Annie headed for the shower. When she passed Samantha, she mentioned how cute her shirt was and kissed her. They seemed to keep him wanting them.

When Annie came out of the shower, she had wet hair and goth-style makeup. Her tee shirt said, “I like it doggy style”. Fred’s heart was pounding. He was thinking that one of these days they would surely give him a heart attack. He was ready for his turn in the shower when the girls stopped him.

“Fred, we got a little present for you. If you would please wear it after your shower. It would make us very happy.” They handed him a box about four inches square.

“Sure, thank you very much,” Fred went into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

Several minutes Fred emerged looking squeaky clean and sporting his present. It was a string jock that was made with two compartments. One for his balls and one for his cock. The part for his cock looked like a lollipop. He stood in front of the ladies partly proud, but mostly embarrassed.

“It’s a good fit. Not too snug and would go with anything. How do you like it, girls?” Fred asked.

Samantha and Annie looked at each other smiling. They looked at Fred and said, “Oh, you look good enough to eat,” Annie said licking her lips.

“Annie, can you imagine how much like a lollipop on a stick he will look like when we make him hard?” Samanta said with a devilish grin. Annie agreed with a similar grin.

Fred walked into his office and came out with a tablet and pen. He started writing.

“What’s up,” Baby, Annie asked.

Fred responded as he wrote, “I Fred Mason, being of sound mind and body do make this my last will.” The girls just started laughing.

Samantha said, “What makes you think we would want to “hit” our benefactor who has the hottest cock in the country.”

“Don’t forget what he can do with his tongue, Samantha. My clit would die without his tongue flogging it.”

“Yes, but I think we need to let that wonderful cock recover. I think we gave it a damn good workout, even before sunrise.”

“True, Samantha, but you know, the cock always crows at dawn, and we woke the cock up in time.”

The girls hugged and kissed Fred, and his new outfit as they readied for bed. They had a long day, and the shower and beer were guiding them to bed and a much-needed rest. Monday would come soon enough.

Monday arrived too early for the three sleepy souls. The girls dressed for work, and Fred poured their coffee. They began the day dining on a microwave delight. Finally, there was nothing left but to admit, they had to go to work. Fred went into his office and began to transfer the information to Mr. Martin.

Fred decided on a hot ham on rye for lunch and a cold beer. He was surfing on his phone when he got a message from Annie. All it said was “Hi lollipop!” Then he got another message alert. It was a picture of Annie with her legs up, spread, and no panties. A perfect shot of her pussy.

It was less than five minutes later he had another message alert. It was from Samantha. All it said was “Hi lollipop!”. Seconds later he received another alert, again from Samantha. It was a picture of Samantha with her legs raised and spread, and no panties.

After receiving the messages, Fred chugged the last of his beer and went into his office. No, he was not going to get anything done now. And it was another three and a half hours before his two temptresses would be home. He was considering what to do to return the favors. But damn, it was two against one.

Hmmm, Fred thought. What if they came home to a nice dinner and a “desert”? Fred was out the door in a flash. The grocer was only three blocks away, but not for tonight. Fred jumped into his car and went to the butcher.

Once there, he had the man behind the counter pick out the best rib-eye steaks he had in the case. He picked up two bottles of very nice red wine, and three potatoes, and headed out the door. Screw the cost. Tonight, Fred would “thank” them for the photos.

Fred hit the apartment door at full speed. He changed the table settings to their good plates and flatware. He got the candles out and placed the linen napkins on the plates, folded as best as he could.

Fred’s next stop was the bathroom. He showered, shaved nice and close. He got out a nice pair of slacks and a nice short-sleeved shirt. All of this done, he still had time left. Now he could set up for the rest of their evening, or should it be said his evening.

Fred had the pit heating when Samantha walked in the door. She looked at the table. Her mouth was open, and her eyes were as wide as they would go. She looked at Fred on the balcony tending to the pit.

“What’s going on? What is the celebration? Did Martin give you a promotion or a raise? Fred, what’s up?”

“Can’t I show my love and appreciation for two of the most wonderful women in the world? When you are ready, take your shower and freshen up. It will be a while before dinner, so take your time.”

Samantha went into the bedroom to get ready for her shower. She heard Annie close the door.

“Fred, what’s going on? What’s, what’s the celebration? The pit smells wonderful, are you grilling steaks? What, Fred I mean.”

“Annie, I just want to show my appreciation for the two most wonderful women in the world. Dinner will be a while yet, and I think Samantha is in the shower, so take your time. Tonight, I am your servant.”

Annie walked out of the room looking over her shoulder. When she got into the bedroom, Samantha had just gotten out of the bathroom. Annie looked at her but didn’t say anything.

Samantha looked at Annie, “Don’t ask me. I don’t have a clue what has come over Fred. He has always been very good to us, but this is off of the charts. I didn’t know he knew how to grill anything other than burgers or brats.”

“Samantha, I’m confused or lost or both. I’m going to shower and think about this. I’ll be out soon. Did he get a raise or a promotion? Medications?”

Annie finished in the shower and joined Samantha as they put the finishing touches on their makeup and hair. When they were finished, they looked at each other with approval and went to the kitchen.

Fred had the steaks on the plates, and the potatoes with sour cream, green onions, and bacon bits on a separate plate. The candles were lit, and red wine was poured. Fred seated them turned on the quiet dinner music and dimmed the lights.

“Is there anything else you need? Steak sauce, more sour cream for your potatoes?”

The girls said, “No, nothing. This is so elegant, Fred.”

They ate and drank to their heart’s content. The conversation was casual and light. An occasional laugh emphasized the congeniality of the evening. Inside, Fred was just waiting, patiently waiting for the moment.