Dream vs Reality - Part 6

Estella smiled softly, brushing a lock of dark hair behind her ear. “So, what do you two usually drink?” she asked, her voice silky and calm.

Lisa leaned forward with a playful grin. “Oh, I’m easy. But a Pornstar Martini? That’s my go-to.”

J sat quietly, watching the two women — both stunning, both on wheels — but in such different ways. His gaze kept drifting over Estella: the graceful movement of her hands, the curve of her body in that sleek dress, the elegance of her face, the way she seemed to glow without even trying. Lisa, by contrast, was more exuberant, a little older, a bit fuller, with an infectious confidence. Her colorful dress hugged her curves, and the excitement she radiated about their trip to Italy made her sparkle.

Estella had shown up right on time, and J’s mind was a mess, spinning with too many thoughts, too much desire.

Before he even noticed, three Pornstar Martinis were placed before them. Lisa reached over, squeezing his hand with a knowing smile. “You’re so quiet, J. You must be happy I’m here — otherwise this would’ve been so awkward, huh?”

J flushed, caught off guard. Estella laughed softly, joining in with Lisa, then turned her eyes to him, giving a subtle, teasing wink. “Let’s help you relax a little, shall we?”

They clinked glasses, the conversation flowing easily as the women swapped stories — how long they’d been in chairs, their work, their adventures. J tried to focus, but his body betrayed him: his arousal throbbed, making it very clear he couldn’t stand up without revealing just how much they were affecting him.

The drinks helped, loosening him up. He had two more; the women sipped theirs slowly, laughing and chatting, drawing him in. The bar buzzed with after-work crowds, but for J, the world had shrunk to just this table.

At one point, Lisa leaned closer to Estella, her cleavage undeniable, and asked playfully, “So… ever had experience with a woman before?”

Estella smiled, a little coy but direct. “No. But there’s always a first time.”

Lisa chuckled, lifting her glass. J could hardly breathe. Estella was like a dream — long, elegant, effortlessly classy — and Lisa, radiant and bold, was clearly enjoying every bit of this night.

As the evening wore on, Estella stretched slightly, checking the time. “It’s been lovely, but I should probably grab a taxi back to my hotel. Unless…” She let the sentence hang, eyes glinting with suggestion. “I could join you two upstairs?”

Lisa turned to J, arching a brow. “Your call.”

J swallowed hard. His voice was low, a little husky. “I’d love that. If you’re sure.”

His heart pounded as the women smiled in agreement. It was close to midnight. They’d been lost in conversation for hours. Suddenly needing a moment, J excused himself, walking briskly to the lobby restroom. Splashing cold water on his face, he tried to steady his nerves.

In a small hotel shop, he picked up a bottle of water, a few bags of chips — Lisa’s favorite, and hopefully Estella’s — and, hesitating only briefly, a pack of condoms. Better to be prepared. On impulse, he stopped at the ATM and withdrew some extra cash. He’d already arranged Estella’s fee online, but this night… this was turning into something more.

When he returned to the bar, the women were gone. His heart skipped — panic? excitement? — until the waiter approached, grinning. “The ladies went upstairs,” he said with a wink.

J’s face flushed hot. He hurried to the elevator, pulse racing, clutching the small bag of supplies.

Upstairs, he opened the door to their room.

And there they were.

Two wheelchairs parked by the bed. Two women, sprawled comfortably across the sheets. Estella lay on her belly, her long, shapely legs tangled, high heels still on. Lisa sat back, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

J exhaled shakily, stepping inside, knowing the night was just about to begin.