In the last few weeks, even months, Bill didn't have me or the other girls in his office to perform for him as much. The company was doing well, but Bill didn't seem to be himself. He was withdrawn and seemed very concerned about something.
That Thursday, Bill called me into his office first thing in the morning. Gary was there with a man I hadn't seen before. We exchanged pleasantries, and Gary introduced me to Terry, saying he was taking over for him. I was shocked and quite disappointed for many reasons. Gary explained that he had taken a job as a manager at another company and was taking Terry around to meet his clients. He said Terry had worked closely with him on different projects and would be a good fit.
We went out to my desk, and I soon realized Terry was well-informed about our little company and what was expected from each other.
Terry was nice-looking, very pleasant to talk to, and seemed very intelligent. He looked like he was in his mid-thirties.
After covering what we needed to, Gary asked if I would like to have dinner with him that evening at the same place as before. I accepted and said I'd see him at the bar at seven.
I assumed Terry would be joining us, even though Gary hadn't said he would. I dressed more conservatively as I didn't know Terry or what Gary had disclosed to him. I wore a dress that had snaps up the front. Under it, I wore my best lace cleavage bra, lace panties to match, and lacy thigh-high stockings. I had the dress snaps undone up to my thighs, just above my knees. The top of the dress unsnapped to just above my cleavage.
As I approached Gary at the bar, Terry was nowhere to be seen. I asked Gary where Terry was.
Gary stated, "Terry said he didn't want to feel like a third wheel and that he would stay in his room. He also said he thought I was very nice and good-looking."
I told Gary, "Go get Terry, at least to have dinner with us. We would see what happens from there." I stayed at the bar and had a drink purchased by a gentleman seated at the end of the bar. I went down to thank him and introduce myself before Gary returned.
He said, "My name is John, and it was my pleasure after seeing your boyfriend leave you alone."
I explained, "Gary isn't my boyfriend. He works for an out-of-town company we do business with and was my contact for raw materials. He just left to get the guy who was replacing him as my contact."
Gary returned with Terry in tow, a smile on his face. We had a few drinks and chatted. Terry was very nice to talk to. He seemed very much like Gary. I wondered just how much like him he was!
We ordered dinner and talked about our lives as we ate and drank.
We hadn't finished dinner when the DJ started playing. We stayed at our table, which was fairly close to the dance floor. Terry finished his meal and excused himself. He thanked us for inviting him to join us.
I spoke up, "Terry, don't go. Spend the evening with us."
I looked at Gary, and he just smiled at me and nodded, telling Terry, "Yes, stay and enjoy the evening with us."
Terry readily agreed.
A corner booth opened up, and Gary suggested we move there, giving me a wink.
I said to them, "I need to use the lady's room, I will rejoin you in a minute."
I went to the lady's room and unsnapped my dress, so the tops of my thigh-highs would show when I sat down. I unsnapped the top down to the middle of my bra, showing nice cleavage.
I rejoined them in the booth, entering from Terry's side to sit between them. They had now dimmed the lights for the evening. I watched Terry's reaction and got just what I had hoped for. Wide eyes and a big grin as I slid in, knowing he could see up and down my dress. I settled between them, looked at Terry, and said, "I hope you don't mind, I wanted to get more comfortable."
All he could say was, "I don't mind at all."
I turned to Gary and whispered to him, asking if he had said anything to Terry about our last dinner date. Gary assured me he hadn't.
We danced with each other, Gary and Terry taking turns. There were no roaming hands, not at this time anyway. We talked and joked a lot, Terry was very funny, he easily made me laugh, making my boobs bounce. Every time we danced, whether it was Gary or Terry, when we returned to our booth, there would be another round of drinks.
I finally asked them who was ordering them. They both denied ordering them. We all were getting very tipsy and started to dance together. Neither one had asked me for a slow dance yet. A slow song played, so I asked them if one of them would like to dance with me.
Terry spoke right up, and we went to the dance floor. He held me close, but not tight. His hand, however, did migrate down to rest on my ass. I assumed that was a good sign.
We returned to our booth for another round of drinks. Gary said he asked the waitress who ordered them. She pointed to a guy at the bar, whom I didn't know, and said, "He had been ordering them all night."
We looked over, I said, "That's John, he had bought me a drink while Gary was going to get Terry."
Gary and Terry said, "He must want something."
I said, "Yeah, I can guess what it is he wants, he stared at me the whole time I was alone."
When the waitress returned, we asked her if she knew him.
"Oh yes, he comes in here all the time. He picks out a table and buys them drinks all night. He's harmless. His wife walked out on him, and he's spending all their money before the divorce."
I asked the waitress to have him join us as long as he had been buying our drinks.
She replied, "He has been invited before but always refused."
I said, "I'll ask him, and I bet he will join us."
I approached John, put my hand on his leg, and squeezed a little, "John, you need to join us, it will be fun."
He looked at me, smiled, and followed me back to our booth. I slid in next to Terry, knowing John would be able to see the tops of my stockings.
We were talking and joking around. John was very much like Terry, and he could easily make me laugh. We continued to dance, with John in the mix now. I was enjoying myself very much. I got to dance every slow dance, only now their hands had found my ass, and they held me tight, pushing hard against me, with me pushing back.
John and I finished a slow dance and headed back to the booth. I slid in, and John followed, only this time he sat a little closer.