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They sipped their drinks, still looking at each other. Zoe smiled, “No need to be so formal, Mr. Glen!” She took his drink and placed both on the bar. Zoe came up to Glen, and held her arms out, proffering a hug. Glen admired Zoe’s smiling, pretty face, and happy eyes, which twinkled back at him. He then came close and gave her a gentle hug. Her hair smelled of wonderful wildflowers, and she had a soft cologne. Her firm body and large bosom pressed against him. Glen stepped back, afraid he had held the hug too long. The DJ kicked up the beat, and the volume. Glen cringed at the change in music, startled by the loud thumping. Zoe immediately began to bob her head, and soon she was dancing. She got close to Glen, and held her arms up, swaying to the beat, so her luscious breasts and hips began to rub his body. Glen felt an immediate rise in his crotch, and stepped back, blushing considerably.

“OH SORRY! I FORGOT TO ASK IF YOU LIKE SEXY GIRLS DANCING AND GRINDING ON YOU!” Zoe shouted teasingly.

“WHAT?” Glen shouted. He was unable to hear anything over the music. At his height, he didn't have the luxury of other people to block the sound coming from the big speakers.

Sophia looked at her “date”. “Poor guy is clearly out of his element!” she thought. He was flustered, and she could tell by the sudden, large bulge in his pants that she may have come on a bit too strong. It was kind of cute to her. He was very handsome and gentlemanly. She could tell he found her very attractive, which didn’t surprise her. She was used to men’s amorous attention. Still, his look and smile seemed genuine. She got no feeling of unease from her normally reliable 6th sense. Her first impression of him was that he may be a true nice guy…a real sweetheart. She could use someone like that in her life.

Sophia didn’t want him to be uncomfortable though. He seemed to be the oldest guy there, and was getting a lot of stares from younger, competitive boys. “Let them be jealous…he’s mine tonight!” she thought. Sophia decided to loosen him up a bit.

“WOW, YOU CLEAN UP NICE!” She hollered over the din, placing her hand on his strong chest. He was taller than she remembered, even though she had heels on. The touch seemed to calm him.

“WHAT?” he hollered back. She stroked his face, which was strong yet soft. He turned his face slightly, to kiss the palm of her hand. Sophia bit her lip at the gesture. She looked over his shoulder. His kiss seemed to settle the matter with a few young men staring at them: she’s taken, they might think, or, more cynically, paid for. Sophia didn’t care. She had her “escort” for the evening.

“C’MON!” Sophia took his hand and led him to the dance floor.

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Glen was happy Zoe touched him. It was such a simple thing, yet was a gesture of assurance and comfort. Then she took him by the hand, and led him to the dance floor. She was definitely testing his comfort zone. He hadn’t danced in a long time, and most of his “moves” were learned to music not heard much on the radio anymore. Still, as she spun out to the floor, and started to dance, he did the best he could to move a bit, and not bite his lower lip.   She came closer, twirling and bumping her hips. Her large breasts jiggled a bit at the movement, seriously straining the tight shear black spandex dress she wore. She came up to him, and took his hand, showing him what to do.. Soon he was able to get her rhythm, and they laughed and danced.

Finally, as the track wound down, she gave him a big bump on the hip with hers, which knocked him off balance, and into another dancer. Glen struggled to regain his balance. “SORRY!” Glen hollered to the annoyed woman, and her equally irritated dance partner. Glen turned back to see Zoe with her hands over her mouth, eyes wide.

A new song started, the beat as loud and fast as before. She came up and held him by the arm, leaning in so she could speak clearly. “SORRY, BABE! YA GOT TO BE READY FOR THESE BIG ‘OL HIPS!” She said, taking him back to the bar. At the bar, they got their drinks. Glen smiled a bit.

“I HAPPEN TO LIKE YOUR BIG ‘OL HIPS!” He said back. This got him a little punch on the arm. “HEY!” he shouted.

“ONLY I CAN CALL THEM BIG!” She said with an impish smile. Glen smiled back, and drank from his glass. He wanted to talk with her, and enjoy her company, too, but this didn’t seem like the place for that.

"WHAT?" Glen asked again.

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Sophia could sense Glen’s unease. She wanted to dance a bit, until the other girls arrived, but this wasn’t his speed. She slammed her drink down, much to Glen’s surprise.

“C’MON! LETS BLOW THIS PLACE!” she hollered into his ear. Glen understood with a grin, and tossed his drink back. The shock of the Scotch burning down his throat made him cringe, and Sophia laughed at his discomfort and the pained expression he made.

“I HOPE THAT IS NOT WHAT YOUR O-FACE LOOKS LIKE!” she said.

“WHAT? I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” He responded. Sophia grabbed her clutch, smiled, and led him out by the hand.

As they left the bar, Glen began to tap his ears with his hands. He looked to be unhappy about it.

“Ears ringing?” Sophia asked. Glen nodded yes. “Getting’ old, Cowboy!” She teased.

“Whew, old is right! Next place we go, will I need my earplugs and a walker, too?" He said. Sophia laughed at his self-deprecating humor.

Glen took her hands, and admired her figure. “Wow, I got to say, Zoe, you look so beautiful! Thanks for meeting me tonight!” Sophia actually blushed at the complement. Trying to avoid appearing flustered, she opened her clutch to look for her phone. Still, she fumbled a bit, feeling somewhat sheepish and awkward for being the center of his attention. Men didn’t normally bother her like that, but it was a good stirring.

She started texting to her friends, telling them to meet at another bar. Then she and Glen began to walk. Glen held out his arm for her, and she took it. They chatted amiably, laughing about the silly obstacle course and her wardrobe malfunction. Glen seemed to have recovered well from the electric shock. He rubbed his head.

“If I had a little more hair, it might not have got me so hard! He said. Sophia laughed again.

She led them down the block to a Western bar. The bar had a more mellow crowd, though the music was still loud. Sophia led him through the bar to a deck out back. The music was piped in, but not as loud. The yard had a few folks in it, some dancing in the grass. There was a couch open at one end.

“Oooh, that’s ours!” Sophia said. She got to the couch, and was about to sit, when she pulled down on her miniskirt, and adjusted the top straps.

“Got to make a few adjustments, before I sit all the way down there. Don’t want to be indiscreet, like earlier today!” She could see Glen watching, and the gears grinding in his head.

“Zoe, you are so trim, pretty, and athletic, but your dress seems to be the one getting the workout!” Glen said with a smile. Sophia looked down: indeed, her bulging breasts were now beginning to emerge from the top of dress.

“Ooopsie!” She said. She bent forward slightly, and got some slack in her top. She pulled up and out on her top with a couple of quick tugs, and her breasts settled in comfortably. She looked back at Glen, who had turned away to allow her to adjust in some privacy.

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“Is it safe to look now?” Glen asked. He wanted to be polite and discreet, but it was hard to do with such a curvy, athletic woman in such a tiny, diaphanous dress. “I just want to be sure you are comfortable! We don't need another malfunction!"

“Yes, silly, it’s all good! Besides, I don’t know what mystery is left for you? You got to see all my down-unders on the bars this afternoon, and this top is see-through.” She said with a smirk, pulling down her dress hem taut, and arching her back. Her breasts now pointed directly at Glen's face, and were bulging against the fabric.

At this sight, Glen lost his self control, and let his eyes drift down to look at her magnificent breasts, for a little longer than he realized. Her breasts were large, round and firm. They had perfectly round and dark areolas, with very large nipples that poked out the fabric. Sophia noticed this, and make a slight frown. Glen saw the frown, and looked away again. Sophia reached up with her right hand, and guided Glen's chin back to face her.

"Well, you passed the Man test." Sophia said flatly, with a bit of a frown. "I have yet to meet a straight guy who didn't want to ogle these babies." She leaned back against the wall, a slight look of disappointment on her face.

Glen was confused. "I have to ask: what did you expect?"  Zoe/Sophia's eyes widened at the question, and she crossed her arms over her chest, obviously bristling. Glen continued: "You have a beautiful face and magnificent figure, featuring all of the curves the primal beast in me appreciates.  You proudly display them before me in this sheer dress, and expect me to not look?   How much self-control or lack of admiration do you want?"

Sophia looked down, and pursed her lips. She was surprised, and a bit happy, at Glen's direct approach to things. "Yeah, I wanted to see how long you could hold out. It's a dumb game...sorry. I wasn't being fair! Truth is, I've performed nude for men before, and expect the looks. You did hold out longer than most. It's been nice that you have been looking at me as more than a sex object." She reached up again, and held Glen's face gently, She then guided his view down, so he could see her heaving and swelling breasts. She bit her lip, hoping he would come close, and kiss her again, just like at the race.

Glen was mesmerized! He took in the view, and saw the longing in her eyes. They clenched, lustily hugging each other as they locked lips. Zoe’s lips, as soft as earlier, tasted of mint and vodka. They deeply kissed, their tongues probing and dancing. They held this embrace for what seemed an eternity. Finally, Glen came back, and brushed Sophia's soft lips with his thumb. She kissed it, and a tear appeared to form in the corner of her left eye. Glen was surprised, and gently brushed it away. He was about to offer to get drinks, when he saw two women approach. One was carrying a bottle, and glasses on a tray. He then looked as Zoe turned her left hip towards him, and pulled the skirt bottom up to the hip. She shook her leg slightly, and then popped the thigh muscles out. Her thick, beautiful leg and hip glowed in the evening light.

Zoe continued, “But, a sex-object I am! I embrace my gift. No need to worry about a malfunction tonight, though! I’ve had this dress for years, and it’s been through a lot worse without failing. I'm wearing a thong, too.” She looked back at Glen. “If you got it, ya’ better flaunt it!” She said, mockingly waving her derriere at him. Glen was biting his lip at the view, and was thinking of touching the exposed, taut buttocks. He then saw another scar…this one a large dimple on the left gluteus. It didn’t matter to him, though. She seemed to be looking for his touch, as she held up the skirt in silence, and looked back at him…with desire in her eyes.

“I see you're entertaining the troops again, girl!” One of the women stepped up on the deck, calling out in a slight Western drawl. She was the blonde from earlier, and was dressed to kill in a cute cowgirl outfit, including Daisy Dukes and a curled-up old hat. Her well-worn boots clunked on the wood deck as she came up. Glen watched her in stunned silence, as her own thick, muscular and tanned thighs competed for attention from her taut abs, swaying hips, strong arms and shoulders, and bouncing breasts. She could be a perfect blonde copy of Zoe!

“HEY!” Sophia smiled, and gave her a hug. The other woman came up behind. She was taller, and much darker, though didn’t appear to be of African descent. She held the bottle and glasses and put the glasses on the side table, before opening the bottle to pour. It was a fine Mexican tequila…not a favorite of Glen’s, though! He didn’t like tequila much. The dusky woman said nothing, and turned to face Glen, holding a tumbler to him.

“Oh, Glen, I never introduced you…these are my close friends, and teammates from today: Kayleigh and Cheyenne!” Zoe said. Kayleigh, the blonde, offered a cheerful “Hi!” Her bright smile seemed in perfect harmony with her bright blue eyes, very blonde hair up in pig tails, and her perky gymnastic/cheerleader build.

The other woman still held out the drink. Her face was much more cool, and serious. He posture was very erect. In her heels, she was nearly as tall as Glen. She wore a tight, low cut red mini-dress, exposing much of her firm figure and long, shapely legs. She had an interesting dream-catcher necklace, and a beautiful turquoise bracelet. Her intense dark-brown eyes peered at him from under a sexy hairstyle, which was tied up in back. She stared at Glen, as if she was trying to size him up…for a body bag, it seemed. Glen felt a chill.

“You going to take this?” Was all Cheyenne asked, in a carefully considered and dusky voice, without any sort of accent.

Zoe bit her lip in worry. “Better do as she asks, buddy, or you may find a tomahawk buried in your forehead!” She quipped. “Although I’m not sure where she’s hiding it!” Zoe, ran her hands along the sultry back and sides of Cheyenne. "No weapons here!" Zoe said. She then ran her hands down Cheyenne's front, following the contours of her breasts, then along her abs, to her waist. Finally, she slipped her hand up under the hem of Cheyenne's dress, rubbing her crotch slowly. Cheyenne didn’t budge, though her eyes flared, and narrowed even more. She still stared at Glen. "No weapons here either!" Said the slightly surprised Zoe with a glance askew at the stoic Cheyenne. Glen sided on caution, and carefully took the tumbler.

“No tomahawk tonight!” Cheyenne said softly, “but I do have my knife.” She opened her clutch, and pulled out a spring-loaded lock-back that had a turquoise-jeweled handle.   She deftly flicked open the 4-inch blade, and began to clean her long fingernails. She continued, not looking at him: “He doesn’t have much of a pelt, but there is enough hair to get a decent scalp! It will look good on the wall of the lodge.” She said in a matter-of-fact tone. The other women laughed, as did a small crowd of other people, many women, and some whom Glen recognized from the run. She continued, now pointing the knife at his crotch: "Maybe I can make a coin purse out of that old sack down there!" Still more laughter. Glen wasn’t sure she was joking, though: Cheyenne was not laughing, and looked up to stare silently again at Glen. Glen surmised that he had fallen in with some dangerous women. Zoe had admitted to being an exotic dancer. Cheyenne was clearly Native American, and Kayleigh's exuberance seemed to belie a wild, untamed nature he couldn't place. He wasn't sure if he was turned on, or scared. He hoped they weren't part of a biker club, which was a problem in the area. Nonetheless, he had learned a long time ago to never underestimate anyone, especially someone in a sexy outfit.

Cheyenne stepped back, folding the knife, but watching Glen carefully. The small tumbler was nearly full: a good double shot! “Oh, boy!” Glen muttered to himself. This was a another test! He saw limes and a salt shaker on the tray, but that seemed to be bait…to fail. No, to prove himself to this bunch, he needed to slam this one straight, he thought. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and drank the whole shot. The burning drink seared his throat, and he nearly gagged on the taste. He felt a rush of blood to his face, and a bit light-headed. He sat awkwardly down on the sofa, looked up at Cheyenne, grinned as best he could, placed the empty glass upside down on the tray. The small crowd cheered.

Sophia came to the couch and sat next to Glen, holding his arm and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Kayleigh came up, too, and pulled a square of fabric from her back pocket, and handed it to Glen. He mind cleared, as he recognized the fabric: it was the same picnic blanket fabric bandana the women wore on the obstacle course.

“Welcome!” Kayleigh said, “You are now an honorary member of the Lunch Ladies Gang!”   Some of the other women began to cheer and hoot loudly. Zoe clapped, and then gave Glen a big kiss on the lips. This got more cheers!

Glen was overcome by the sentiment, and the delightful kiss. As they finished the embrace, her eyes locked with his, and looked as bright and intense as ever.

“Lunch Ladies Gang?” Glen asked.

Zoe smiled: “Yeah, our motto is: we KICK YOUR ASSES AND TAKE YOUR LUNCHES!” Zoe punched her fist in the air. “Tequila shots, Ladies!” More cheers erupted, and Sophia side-hugged him, smiling brightly. Glen felt welcome. Then, as the tequila started to kick in, he looked up, and saw Cheyenne still staring daggers into his eyes.

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They sipped their drinks, still looking at each other. Zoe smiled, “No need to be so formal, Mr. Glen!” She took his drink and placed both on the bar. Zoe came up to Glen, and held her arms out, proffering a hug. Glen admired Zoe’s smiling, pretty face, and happy eyes, which twinkled back at him. He then came close and gave her a gentle hug. Her hair smelled of wonderful wildflowers, and she had a soft cologne. Her firm body and large bosom pressed against him. Glen stepped back, afraid he had held the hug too long. The DJ kicked up the beat, and the volume. Glen cringed at the change in music, startled by the loud thumping. Zoe immediately began to bob her head, and soon she was dancing. She got close to Glen, and held her arms up, swaying to the beat, so her luscious breasts and hips began to rub his body. Glen felt an immediate rise in his crotch, and stepped back, blushing considerably.

“OH SORRY! I FORGOT TO ASK IF YOU LIKE SEXY GIRLS DANCING AND GRINDING ON YOU!” Zoe shouted teasingly.

“WHAT?” Glen shouted. He was unable to hear anything over the music. At his height, he didn't have the luxury of other people to block the sound coming from the big speakers.

Sophia looked at her “date”. “Poor guy is clearly out of his element!” she thought. He was flustered, and she could tell by the sudden, large bulge in his pants that she may have come on a bit too strong. It was kind of cute to her. He was very handsome and gentlemanly. She could tell he found her very attractive, which didn’t surprise her. She was used to men’s amorous attention. Still, his look and smile seemed genuine. She got no feeling of unease from her normally reliable 6th sense. Her first impression of him was that he may be a true nice guy…a real sweetheart. She could use someone like that in her life.

Sophia didn’t want him to be uncomfortable though. He seemed to be the oldest guy there, and was getting a lot of stares from younger, competitive boys. “Let them be jealous…he’s mine tonight!” she thought. Sophia decided to loosen him up a bit.

“WOW, YOU CLEAN UP NICE!” She hollered over the din, placing her hand on his strong chest. He was taller than she remembered, even though she had heels on. The touch seemed to calm him.

“WHAT?” he hollered back. She stroked his face, which was strong yet soft. He turned his face slightly, to kiss the palm of her hand. Sophia bit her lip at the gesture. She looked over his shoulder. His kiss seemed to settle the matter with a few young men staring at them: she’s taken, they might think, or, more cynically, paid for. Sophia didn’t care. She had her “escort” for the evening.

“C’MON!” Sophia took his hand and led him to the dance floor.

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Glen was happy Zoe touched him. It was such a simple thing, yet was a gesture of assurance and comfort. Then she took him by the hand, and led him to the dance floor. She was definitely testing his comfort zone. He hadn’t danced in a long time, and most of his “moves” were learned to music not heard much on the radio anymore. Still, as she spun out to the floor, and started to dance, he did the best he could to move a bit, and not bite his lower lip.   She came closer, twirling and bumping her hips. Her large breasts jiggled a bit at the movement, seriously straining the tight shear black spandex dress she wore. She came up to him, and took his hand, showing him what to do.. Soon he was able to get her rhythm, and they laughed and danced.

Finally, as the track wound down, she gave him a big bump on the hip with hers, which knocked him off balance, and into another dancer. Glen struggled to regain his balance. “SORRY!” Glen hollered to the annoyed woman, and her equally irritated dance partner. Glen turned back to see Zoe with her hands over her mouth, eyes wide.

A new song started, the beat as loud and fast as before. She came up and held him by the arm, leaning in so she could speak clearly. “SORRY, BABE! YA GOT TO BE READY FOR THESE BIG ‘OL HIPS!” She said, taking him back to the bar. At the bar, they got their drinks. Glen smiled a bit.

“I HAPPEN TO LIKE YOUR BIG ‘OL HIPS!” He said back. This got him a little punch on the arm. “HEY!” he shouted.

“ONLY I CAN CALL THEM BIG!” She said with an impish smile. Glen smiled back, and drank from his glass. He wanted to talk with her, and enjoy her company, too, but this didn’t seem like the place for that.

"WHAT?" Glen asked again.

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Sophia could sense Glen’s unease. She wanted to dance a bit, until the other girls arrived, but this wasn’t his speed. She slammed her drink down, much to Glen’s surprise.

“C’MON! LETS BLOW THIS PLACE!” she hollered into his ear. Glen understood with a grin, and tossed his drink back. The shock of the Scotch burning down his throat made him cringe, and Sophia laughed at his discomfort and the pained expression he made.

“I HOPE THAT IS NOT WHAT YOUR O-FACE LOOKS LIKE!” she said.

“WHAT? I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” He responded. Sophia grabbed her clutch, smiled, and led him out by the hand.

As they left the bar, Glen began to tap his ears with his hands. He looked to be unhappy about it.

“Ears ringing?” Sophia asked. Glen nodded yes. “Getting’ old, Cowboy!” She teased.

“Whew, old is right! Next place we go, will I need my earplugs and a walker, too?" He said. Sophia laughed at his self-deprecating humor.

Glen took her hands, and admired her figure. “Wow, I got to say, Zoe, you look so beautiful! Thanks for meeting me tonight!” Sophia actually blushed at the complement. Trying to avoid appearing flustered, she opened her clutch to look for her phone. Still, she fumbled a bit, feeling somewhat sheepish and awkward for being the center of his attention. Men didn’t normally bother her like that, but it was a good stirring.

She started texting to her friends, telling them to meet at another bar. Then she and Glen began to walk. Glen held out his arm for her, and she took it. They chatted amiably, laughing about the silly obstacle course and her wardrobe malfunction. Glen seemed to have recovered well from the electric shock. He rubbed his head.

“If I had a little more hair, it might not have got me so hard! He said. Sophia laughed again.

She led them down the block to a Western bar. The bar had a more mellow crowd, though the music was still loud. Sophia led him through the bar to a deck out back. The music was piped in, but not as loud. The yard had a few folks in it, some dancing in the grass. There was a couch open at one end.

“Oooh, that’s ours!” Sophia said. She got to the couch, and was about to sit, when she pulled down on her miniskirt, and adjusted the top straps.

“Got to make a few adjustments, before I sit all the way down there. Don’t want to be indiscreet, like earlier today!” She could see Glen watching, and the gears grinding in his head.

“Zoe, you are so trim, pretty, and athletic, but your dress seems to be the one getting the workout!” Glen said with a smile. Sophia looked down: indeed, her bulging breasts were now beginning to emerge from the top of dress.

“Ooopsie!” She said. She bent forward slightly, and got some slack in her top. She pulled up and out on her top with a couple of quick tugs, and her breasts settled in comfortably. She looked back at Glen, who had turned away to allow her to adjust in some privacy.

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“Is it safe to look now?” Glen asked. He wanted to be polite and discreet, but it was hard to do with such a curvy, athletic woman in such a tiny, diaphanous dress. “I just want to be sure you are comfortable! We don't need another malfunction!"

“Yes, silly, it’s all good! Besides, I don’t know what mystery is left for you? You got to see all my down-unders on the bars this afternoon, and this top is see-through.” She said with a smirk, pulling down her dress hem taut, and arching her back. Her breasts now pointed directly at Glen's face, and were bulging against the fabric.

At this sight, Glen lost his self control, and let his eyes drift down to look at her magnificent breasts, for a little longer than he realized. Her breasts were large, round and firm. They had perfectly round and dark areolas, with very large nipples that poked out the fabric. Sophia noticed this, and make a slight frown. Glen saw the frown, and looked away again. Sophia reached up with her right hand, and guided Glen's chin back to face her.

"Well, you passed the Man test." Sophia said flatly, with a bit of a frown. "I have yet to meet a straight guy who didn't want to ogle these babies." She leaned back against the wall, a slight look of disappointment on her face.

Glen was confused. "I have to ask: what did you expect?"  Zoe/Sophia's eyes widened at the question, and she crossed her arms over her chest, obviously bristling. Glen continued: "You have a beautiful face and magnificent figure, featuring all of the curves the primal beast in me appreciates.  You proudly display them before me in this sheer dress, and expect me to not look?   How much self-control or lack of admiration do you want?"

Sophia looked down, and pursed her lips. She was surprised, and a bit happy, at Glen's direct approach to things. "Yeah, I wanted to see how long you could hold out. It's a dumb game...sorry. I wasn't being fair! Truth is, I've performed nude for men before, and expect the looks. You did hold out longer than most. It's been nice that you have been looking at me as more than a sex object." She reached up again, and held Glen's face gently, She then guided his view down, so he could see her heaving and swelling breasts. She bit her lip, hoping he would come close, and kiss her again, just like at the race.

Glen was mesmerized! He took in the view, and saw the longing in her eyes. They clenched, lustily hugging each other as they locked lips. Zoe’s lips, as soft as earlier, tasted of mint and vodka. They deeply kissed, their tongues probing and dancing. They held this embrace for what seemed an eternity. Finally, Glen came back, and brushed Sophia's soft lips with his thumb. She kissed it, and a tear appeared to form in the corner of her left eye. Glen was surprised, and gently brushed it away. He was about to offer to get drinks, when he saw two women approach. One was carrying a bottle, and glasses on a tray. He then looked as Zoe turned her left hip towards him, and pulled the skirt bottom up to the hip. She shook her leg slightly, and then popped the thigh muscles out. Her thick, beautiful leg and hip glowed in the evening light.

Zoe continued, “But, a sex-object I am! I embrace my gift. No need to worry about a malfunction tonight, though! I’ve had this dress for years, and it’s been through a lot worse without failing. I'm wearing a thong, too.” She looked back at Glen. “If you got it, ya’ better flaunt it!” She said, mockingly waving her derriere at him. Glen was biting his lip at the view, and was thinking of touching the exposed, taut buttocks. He then saw another scar…this one a large dimple on the left gluteus. It didn’t matter to him, though. She seemed to be looking for his touch, as she held up the skirt in silence, and looked back at him…with desire in her eyes.

“I see you're entertaining the troops again, girl!” One of the women stepped up on the deck, calling out in a slight Western drawl. She was the blonde from earlier, and was dressed to kill in a cute cowgirl outfit, including Daisy Dukes and a curled-up old hat. Her well-worn boots clunked on the wood deck as she came up. Glen watched her in stunned silence, as her own thick, muscular and tanned thighs competed for attention from her taut abs, swaying hips, strong arms and shoulders, and bouncing breasts. She could be a perfect blonde copy of Zoe!

“HEY!” Sophia smiled, and gave her a hug. The other woman came up behind. She was taller, and much darker, though didn’t appear to be of African descent. She held the bottle and glasses and put the glasses on the side table, before opening the bottle to pour. It was a fine Mexican tequila…not a favorite of Glen’s, though! He didn’t like tequila much. The dusky woman said nothing, and turned to face Glen, holding a tumbler to him.

“Oh, Glen, I never introduced you…these are my close friends, and teammates from today: Kayleigh and Cheyenne!” Zoe said. Kayleigh, the blonde, offered a cheerful “Hi!” Her bright smile seemed in perfect harmony with her bright blue eyes, very blonde hair up in pig tails, and her perky gymnastic/cheerleader build.

The other woman still held out the drink. Her face was much more cool, and serious. He posture was very erect. In her heels, she was nearly as tall as Glen. She wore a tight, low cut red mini-dress, exposing much of her firm figure and long, shapely legs. She had an interesting dream-catcher necklace, and a beautiful turquoise bracelet. Her intense dark-brown eyes peered at him from under a sexy hairstyle, which was tied up in back. She stared at Glen, as if she was trying to size him up…for a body bag, it seemed. Glen felt a chill.

“You going to take this?” Was all Cheyenne asked, in a carefully considered and dusky voice, without any sort of accent.

Zoe bit her lip in worry. “Better do as she asks, buddy, or you may find a tomahawk buried in your forehead!” She quipped. “Although I’m not sure where she’s hiding it!” Zoe, ran her hands along the sultry back and sides of Cheyenne. "No weapons here!" Zoe said. She then ran her hands down Cheyenne's front, following the contours of her breasts, then along her abs, to her waist. Finally, she slipped her hand up under the hem of Cheyenne's dress, rubbing her crotch slowly. Cheyenne didn’t budge, though her eyes flared, and narrowed even more. She still stared at Glen. "No weapons here either!" Said the slightly surprised Zoe with a glance askew at the stoic Cheyenne. Glen sided on caution, and carefully took the tumbler.

“No tomahawk tonight!” Cheyenne said softly, “but I do have my knife.” She opened her clutch, and pulled out a spring-loaded lock-back that had a turquoise-jeweled handle.   She deftly flicked open the 4-inch blade, and began to clean her long fingernails. She continued, not looking at him: “He doesn’t have much of a pelt, but there is enough hair to get a decent scalp! It will look good on the wall of the lodge.” She said in a matter-of-fact tone. The other women laughed, as did a small crowd of other people, many women, and some whom Glen recognized from the run. She continued, now pointing the knife at his crotch: "Maybe I can make a coin purse out of that old sack down there!" Still more laughter. Glen wasn’t sure she was joking, though: Cheyenne was not laughing, and looked up to stare silently again at Glen. Glen surmised that he had fallen in with some dangerous women. Zoe had admitted to being an exotic dancer. Cheyenne was clearly Native American, and Kayleigh's exuberance seemed to belie a wild, untamed nature he couldn't place. He wasn't sure if he was turned on, or scared. He hoped they weren't part of a biker club, which was a problem in the area. Nonetheless, he had learned a long time ago to never underestimate anyone, especially someone in a sexy outfit.

Cheyenne stepped back, folding the knife, but watching Glen carefully. The small tumbler was nearly full: a good double shot! “Oh, boy!” Glen muttered to himself. This was a another test! He saw limes and a salt shaker on the tray, but that seemed to be bait…to fail. No, to prove himself to this bunch, he needed to slam this one straight, he thought. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and drank the whole shot. The burning drink seared his throat, and he nearly gagged on the taste. He felt a rush of blood to his face, and a bit light-headed. He sat awkwardly down on the sofa, looked up at Cheyenne, grinned as best he could, placed the empty glass upside down on the tray. The small crowd cheered.

Sophia came to the couch and sat next to Glen, holding his arm and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Kayleigh came up, too, and pulled a square of fabric from her back pocket, and handed it to Glen. He mind cleared, as he recognized the fabric: it was the same picnic blanket fabric bandana the women wore on the obstacle course.

“Welcome!” Kayleigh said, “You are now an honorary member of the Lunch Ladies Gang!”   Some of the other women began to cheer and hoot loudly. Zoe clapped, and then gave Glen a big kiss on the lips. This got more cheers!

Glen was overcome by the sentiment, and the delightful kiss. As they finished the embrace, her eyes locked with his, and looked as bright and intense as ever.

“Lunch Ladies Gang?” Glen asked.

Zoe smiled: “Yeah, our motto is: we KICK YOUR ASSES AND TAKE YOUR LUNCHES!” Zoe punched her fist in the air. “Tequila shots, Ladies!” More cheers erupted, and Sophia side-hugged him, smiling brightly. Glen felt welcome. Then, as the tequila started to kick in, he looked up, and saw Cheyenne still staring daggers into his eyes.

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