Arthur was already getting tired of waiting when the girls finally came out of that room.
Vanessa stepped into view first with a teasing smile. The blonde had squeezed herself into a stark white maxi dress with a high neckline and no sleeves, and yet it somehow showed more skin than anything she owned.
Cutouts ran down both sides of her dress, offering tantalizing glimpses of bare skin from her ribs to her upper thighs. The long skirt concealed her legs to the ankles, yet clung tightly to the curve of her hips with every step.
Arthur grew concerned at the sight of her elegant jewelry and high heels. It looked like they were going somewhere fancy, where his plain clothes would stick out like a sore thumb.
Then Iris stepped out, and Arthur’s brain short-circuited, forgetting about his worries.
She wore a white ribbed crop top with thin spaghetti straps and a scoop neckline, paired with high-waisted jeans that hugged her long legs and flared hips. ℯⅇ𝙡.
Still, the ribbed fabric of the top was locked in a life-or-death struggle against her massive chest, the scoop neckline stretched wide over a deep, straining valley of cleavage, the hem of the top riding up over the underside of her tits no matter how she tugged it down.
Her long black hair fell straight past her shoulders, and — for the first time since he’d known her — she wasn’t wearing her glasses. The contact lenses left her sharp, beautiful eyes completely uncovered.
"You’re staring," Iris said, pouting.
"Can you blame him?" Vanessa spun once, slowly, letting the cut-outs do their work. "We look incredible."
Arthur cleared his throat, adjusting jeans that had suddenly gotten tighter. "So... where exactly are we going that requires this?"
"It’s a surprise," the two women said in unison, exchanging a look that made him deeply suspicious.
Vanessa led the way to the elevator, hips rolling with every deliberate step. Then she opened the elevator door, waiting for the other two with a big grin.
Of course, the inside of the elevator was spacious; after all, Vanessa lived in a luxury apartment. But the two girls made sure to corner Arthur and make it tight.
His teacher hugged him from the left, pressing her massive breasts so hard against his bicep that her tits began spilling out of her top.
At the same time, Vanessa turned, backed into him, and arched, pressing herself tightly against his crotch. With a soft whimper, she clenched around the hard line of his cock, trapping him between her cheeks and shaking her hips to jerk him off with her ass the way only she was able to.
"The two of you are some real trouble..." he commented with a grin.
Unable to resist all that teasing, Arthur’s free hand found Iris’s waist, fingers digging into her ass, while he rocked his hips against Vanessa.
However, before he could kiss Iris, the elevator came to a stop, its doors sliding open to reveal the parking garage.
"By the way, can I drive?" Arthur asked, realizing they were in the parking lot and curious about driving Vanessa’s car, which was a nice sports car.
"No chance," both girls said at once, then exchanged knowing glances.
"I should get the back seat," Iris argued. "We just had an emotional moment. I need some time with him."
Vanessa raised a perfectly arched brow. "Absolutely not. We’ll settle this with rock-paper-scissors." Her gaze flicked to Arthur before drifting down to his crotch. She licked her lips with a teasing smile. "The winner takes the prize."
Iris scowled, but she held out her hand anyway. They played. Vanessa won in the second round and whooped, hopping into the back seat beside Arthur with a triumphant bounce that made everything jiggle. She immediately tucked herself against his side, one hand resting high on his thigh.
Iris slid behind the wheel, muttering under her breath as she adjusted the seat. "Fine. I’ll drive. But I’m picking the first round of drinks, and you’re both going to regret it."
"I can handle my liquor, bitch," Vanessa answered.
"You sure? I’m a heavy drinker," Iris smirked confidently.
"Just focus on driving, and no peeping," Vanessa said, sticking her tongue out. "I don’t want you getting us killed because you were too distracted watching."
Iris rolled her eyes while the blonde milf changed her attention to the man. Her fingers traced idle circles higher up Arthur’s leg. Then she leaned in, lips brushing his ear, voice low and full of challenge.
"Bet I can make you cum with just my mouth before we even get to the bar... despite Iris’s terrible driving skills."
"Fuck you," Iris scoffed, turned the key, and started the car. "I’m a great driver."
"Yes, you can drive as well as you cook."
"Hey stud, do me a favor and shut this bitch up with your cock," Iris said, her tone still playful.
Arthur, who had just watched the interaction with a smile, nodded and eagerly obeyed his teacher’s request.
Vanessa grinned and reached for his zipper, dragging it down slowly. Arthur helped her, shoving his pants lower until his huge cock sprang free. The sudden exposure hit him a second later; his eyes flicked toward the windows, heart kicking hard.
What if someone saw them? However, the blonde milf didn’t allow him to think about it for long.
"So," Vanessa murmured, voice low and filthy, "you gonna use this big tool to shut me up, stud?"
She licked just the tip, then opened wide and took him to the root in one smooth, greedy push. Her lips sealed tight against the base, throat visibly bulging around the thick length.
Tears pricked the corners of her eyes from the angle, but she never looked away, staring up at him the whole time, her eyes always hungry.
"Don’t worry," Iris said from the front, already pulling out of the parking lot. "No one’s going to notice. And even if they do?" She eased off the gas for a second, smirking in the rearview. "Not like they can catch us."
Vanessa didn’t waste a second; she worked him hard and fast. With a single motion, she yanked her head upward, freeing his entire cock, just to move down and force his full length back into her warm throat.
The vision alone was enough to bring Arthur close to the climax, but Vanessa was far from done. Soon she began working the tip of his cock, moving up and down fast, one hand gripping the base so she could twist on every upstroke.
Arthur’s hand tangled in her blonde hair, hips twitching despite the moving car. She didn’t slow down. She sucked him like she was racing the clock, determined to pull every drop out of him before they reached the next light.
"Fuck..." with a groan, he came hard, flooding her mouth in thick pulses.
Vanessa held still, taking it all, then slowly pulled off with a wet pop. Staring at Arthur with horny eyes, she opened wide right in front of him, showing the heavy load pooled on her tongue, before closing her lips and swallowing. Her throat worked visibly, once, twice, until nothing was left.
"Delicious as always," she licked her lips sensually. Then she looked out the window and smirked. "Looks like I finished just in time."
Iris took a sharp turn following the GPS, as Arthur hurriedly fixed his pants. Less than a minute later, they arrived at their destination.
It was a place called Apex.
A long line snaked down the sidewalk, and Iris couldn’t help noticing the number of young, attractive people waiting to get inside. Apex clearly hadn’t lost its appeal over the years.
But what really got Arthur’s attention was the entrance itself.
A velvet rope cut the line from the door, and behind it stood a squad of women who looked like they had been hired straight off a runway.
They all wore the same uniform: tiny black dresses that hugged their curves, heels that made them tower above the crowd, and immaculate makeup.
Some performed little dances for the people waiting in line, while others checked IDs and tickets at the entrance.
Watching them, Arthur began to wonder what type of place they had taken him to. Could it be a stripper club, or something like that?