Everybody Needs a Hobby Ch. 23

I was getting a little warm and anxious; I wasn't sure at all where this was headed. Continuing, "He was generous enough to give us a place to live, at a very reasonable rate I might add," winking at me. "Gina and I would never be where we are now with a thriving business if it wasn't for George. And then Britt, well we think," wrapping an arm around Gina's waist, "we think that our best friend found her destiny and her future is already written and it's a good one."

Okay, now I was beet red and Britt was the same, now trying to burrow her head under my arm to hide. "Alright, I'm not sure where that all came from or why. This was just supposed to be a fitting for an upcoming shoot. I'm sorry Ginny, this all got a little personal."

"Oh pish posh," Ginny waved me off. "This is just the reason I would hire you. You're all like a family and you care for one another and as Becky immediately recognized when you came here the first time, you're just good, genuine people. I'm so damn tired of everyone puttin'on airs, puffin' themselves up to be someone their not. Being myself has served me well all these years and I don't care to be around people or do business with people that feel they need to pull the wool over my eyes. Hell, that's why I kicked my husband to the curb years ago. He lied to me every chance he had, so when I caught on, it was adios, asshole!" There was what they call a 'pregnant pause', "Okay, I'm done preachin', now you kids get out of here and enjoy the rest of the evening. Becky tells me you're going out for dinner after this, so she can work out all the logistics for shooting out at the ranch."

"Okay...well I...uh...uh, do you want to join us? We're going to a barbecue place around here somewhere that we hear is pretty good."

"Oh, you must mean Bart's. No, I appreciate it but I need to watch my girlish figure," emphasizing it by hoisting those big hooters up again," and it's still a few hours till closing," she said. "Anyway, that horny old goat Bart hits on me every time I go there. It would be fun though to see his face when he sees you walking in with this bevy of beauties on your arm. Do me a favor and really play it up. He thinks he's somethin' special, but you can show him what it's like to be real rooster!"

The girls laughed out loud along with her; "Thanks Ginny, we'll put on a show for him," Britt said as she walked over and gave her a big hug; "and thanks for everything. The clothes are beautiful and I can't wait to see your ranch. Becky say's you have horses and it's been forever since I've ridden."

"Well hell yeah, anytime. They don't get the exercise they need as it is and they'll be good in the pictures if you can work them in."

"Oh, I'll make sure we get them in there," Britt bubbled; "thanks again for everything; we'll be talking to you later."

The girls and I said our goodbyes and headed for the door. "Thanks Virginia," Becky said as she hugged her aunt, "I told you they were special people and that you'd like them. They'll do a great job for you."

"Sweetie, I never had a doubt. If you liked them and thought so much of them, it was pretty much a guarantee that I would too...and that George, whoo-weee, he's something," giving her niece a kiss on the cheek. "Now get on out of here and let me get back to work, I still have to finish up today's receipts."

"Okay, okay," Becky laughed as she scooted out the front door. We were all waiting at my truck as Becky flew out the door, "Let's get going, I'm starved."

"Do you want to ride with us and we'll bring you back to your car," I asked.

"Works for me," she replied.

I opened the front passenger door and Gina opened the back door; "Here Becky, come sit back here with Katie and I."

Kate squealed with delight and Britt pouted. I just shook my head and helped Britt in the front and went around getting behind the wheel. It took all of ten minutes to get to Bart's Barbecue Palace and Britt spent the full ten minutes twisted around over the back of the seat and the girls carried on like they hadn't seen each other in months.

"Okay ladies, we're here," as I threw it into park and opened my door. The girls had already begun to put on the show that Ginny wanted for Bart's benefit, just in case he was watching out the front window. I went around to Britt's door and helped her out, taking her hand until her 5 inch heels hit the ground. I hadn't noticed before, which worried me a bit, but Britt had on a pair of jeans that were so tight that if you could get a dime in her back pocket, you'd surely be able to read the date through the material. She noticed my queried look; "Ginny told me to go ahead and wear these home, pretty nice, huh?" With those pants and heels and the button down shirt that was tied just below her breasts, she looked incredible. She gave me a quick 'thank-you' kiss and stepped up onto the sidewalk and waited for the rest of the girls.

Next I stepped over and opened the rear door. First came the long-legged Gina, short shorts, heels and a tight top with spaghetti straps. She took my hand and I helped her out, receiving another kiss for my efforts. I turned my attention back to the rear seat and did a little double-take. I know for sure that Becky had on a skirt and top when we left the store, but now she had a pair of wickedly short Daisy Dukes and another tummy-exposing blouse. Still in the black boots, she took my hand and I helped her dismount. "Recognize the shorts?" she asked as she collected her kiss. Still trying to figure out how she changed clothes in the back without me knowing about it, I just nodded and turned back to collect my last passenger. Kate still had on her itty-bitty shorts and a pair of heels that tired to make up for her diminutive stature. Her top also showed off her toned midsection. I took her hand, but instead of letting me help her find her footing, her legs and arms wrapped around me and she delivered an impressive kiss.

"Get a room," the others called out as I closed the truck door with my butt and carried the little one over to the sidewalk. The girls all giggled and hugged once I delivered the last of the quartet and I led them to the front door. Inside we stood in the lobby I guess you call it, waiting to be seated. The girls enshrouded me like a caterpillar in a cocoon. A young woman, mid twenties I'd guess, grabbed a handful of menus and asked us to follow her, but not before giving me 'the eye', raised eyebrow and all. We passed by the pick-up window and an older guy, Bart I assume, stared out at us, his mouth slightly agape as we followed his employee to our table.

We were seated in a back corner; purposely I believe to keep my girls from being the center of attention in the half-full dining room. Addie, that was the name on the pin that balanced precariously above a nice set of tits under a t-shirt, handed us each a menu. She was pretty quick and short with the girls but finished with me lingering at my side as she asked if we wanted anything to drink before ordering. One couldn't help but notice the shapely pair of nylon-clad legs that protruded out from under Addie's sleeve as she had handed out the menus and as we all ended up ordering iced tea, Britt, being Britt had to ask; "Addie, I couldn't help but notice your tattoo. Would it be weird if I asked to see the rest of it?"

Addie broke into a smile, proof that Britt just had a way with people. "Sure," she answered as she promptly rolled up her sleeve to her shoulder. She smiled as she proudly showed off the impressive artwork she wore. It was a Vargas style pin-up girl, clad in panties, a corset and of course the black nylons with the seam running up the back of her legs. Beautifully colored and shaded, it was done incredibly well. The girls all oo'd and ahh'd the ink-work and then last, it was my turn. Addie seemed to want me to get a closer look as I felt her hip press against me. The craftsmanship was admirable and as I inspected the pin-up from toe to head, I paused , looked up at Addie, who was looking at me, and then back at...well back at Addie.

"This is you;" I sort of half exclaimed and inquired; "the tattoo is of you."

"Yes it is, "she gushed proudly, moving closer yet to give me an even better view. "Do you like it?" she asked, a little too enthusiastically for the other girls taste. I could feel their eyes on me as they awaited my appraisal.

"Uh, yeah, it's quite...impressive," was what I came up with, hoping it was a safe response.

"I gave it to myself for my birthday last year; hurt like a mother, but I'm glad I did it. Anyway I better get back to work before Bart has kittens. I'll get you your drinks while you look over the menu," and she rolled her sleeve back down and turned tail.

"Do you like it?" Britt mocked as she scooted her chair closer to mine. The other girls joined in giggling and scooting closer until we were only using about half of the round table. It must have looked a little odd, all scrunched up together, but I did feel a bit like a sultan with his harem surrounding him. The girls were all whispering back and forth as Addie came back with our drinks. I caught her frown as she saw the re-arranged furniture.

"Well, have you had enough time with the menu," she asked as she sat down our drinks. I just sat back, my arms around the girl's shoulders to either side of me and let them order. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Bart leaning half out the pick-up window, checking us out. I nodded to him and then placed my order. Addie headed to the kitchen with our order with an accentuated hitch in her step, rocking her hips, her ass bouncing in the tight jeans.

"So," Britt asked again, "what did you think of the tattoo?" The others zeroed in on me, waiting for an answer. You'd have thought I was deciding whether or not to invade a neighboring country or something, they were so attentive; I however was a bit apprehensive. Was I missing something? Was I being tested?

"Well, I thought it was very well done and a good likeness of her, well at least her face; I can't attest to the rest of her," giving a wry smile. Carrying on, "I've always been a fan of pin-up art and I'd love to do some shoots with that style. If it hadn't been for the whole bikini theme on the car calendar, I think pin-up girls would have been a perfect addition to the older cars."

"Oh, I'd love to dress up like a pin-up. I think that was a sexy era, you know, real provocative, "Becky said excitedly.

"Yeah, that would be cool," Gina agreed, "but what about the tattoo?"

"What do you mean? I already said it was a nice tattoo. There's not much more I can say." 'Or dare say', I said to myself. 'Where is this going?'

"Well then," asked Britt, "where do you stand on tattoos in general?"

None of us at the table had tattoos; I was 100% confident in that, so I figured it was a safe path to travel. "Well, I think they look fine on old sailors and I'm okay with them on guys, cuz I really don't care what they look like. On women though, I honestly have my reservations."

The table grew silent and I knew I was expected to explain my last statement. "Okay, first off, I am a big supporter of the 'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder' concept. Being a builder, I have an appreciation for what I consider a good looking building or good architecture. If someone comes along and tags the building, you know with graffiti, it kind of pisses me off. I know it's not exactly the same, but when I see a good looking girl with a tattoo, I don't necessarily think it adds to her beauty; and if it's a bad tattoo, well that's just a shame."

"So it's okay for an ugly girl to get a tattoo?" Kate chimed in.

"Oh no! You're not dragging me down that hole!" I said. "Again, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, therefore there are no ugly people. Someone will find everyone attractive; it's just a matter of taste." I grabbed my iced tea, hoping that would bring this little philosophical interlude to a close.

"So you'd be upset if one of us got a tattoo?" Katie asked apprehensively.

'Crap, how do I end up in all these corners lately?' "No, no, I can't say I'd be upset. I might be disappointed, particularly if it turned out really bad. Look, I understand that people get tattoos for all sorts of different reasons; you know commemorating an event or a loved one, but a tattoo is pretty permanent, so you better be sure it's what you want...forever." I took another sip and then it hit me; "Hey, where is this going?"

"Oh, probably nowhere, "Gina stepped in. "We were discussing tattoos the other day because we see so many girls come into the shop with them, and you're right, a lot of them should never have been done. On the other hand, some of them are really cute and when we'd ask about them, it was amazing how many of them were symbolic of something that had happened in their life."

I was undecided as to whether I wanted to pursue this any longer when I was saved by our tatted food server. "Here you go, "said Addie. She had one tray loaded to overflowing and close behind was Bart with the excess. Addie distributed her load and then plucked the remaining items off of Bart's tray. Instead of returning to the kitchen after he'd done his part, he lingered. "Can I get you anything else?" she asked.

"I can't imagine what it would be," I answered, "but some to-go boxes may be in order later."

"I wouldn't count on it, "little Kate said as she tucked a napkin into her cleavage and attached the rack of ribs in front of her. I swear the girl has a hollow leg or tape worm. The other girls laughed as they leaned into the table and got serious.

Addie laughed along with them, "well if you do need anything, just yell. I'll be back in a sec to top of your drinks... enjoy." Bart was still standing there, kind of lost in space until his employee nudged him and he grunted a quick apology and turned tail to the kitchen. The girls were oblivious as they concentrated on what I had to admit was some of the best barbecue I've ever had.

We shared and there was plenty to go around, regardless of Kate's appraisal. It was a wood-smoked sampler of ribs, pulled pork, brisket; chicken, hot links and someone even had the gall to sneak a salad in. Top it off with the beans and slaw and French fries and the biscuits and when it was all said and done, we were all full beyond comfortable. Addie saved us by bringing some Styrofoam containers and when we'd digested enough to stand, I paid the bill and we made our way toward the exit. Bart was hanging out of the pick-up window once more as we left and I nodded to him, his mouth slightly agape again as he watched my pleasing posse head for the door. I thanked Addie on the way and slipped her a Red Brick Photography card, "If you want to make the girl on your arm come to life, give us a call."

"Thank you," she said, "I may just do that. Be sure and come back and see me...I mean us," turning to hide the blush.

The girls were loaded in the truck, the leftovers sharing the front seat with Britt and I. "Oh god, I ate too much," Kate moaned. The others joined the chorus.

"So no bar-hopping or dancing tonight," I kidded.

"God no, "Gina groaned, "I just want to get home and crawl into bed. I may have to call in sick tomorrow."

I laughed, "Who are you going to call?"

I got a 'What the hell did you just say' look and then, "Oh yeah, I'll just roll over and tell her I'm not coming in."

"Sounds good," Kate mumbled, "and then I'll do the same," and then gave herself a little laugh.

"So do you have to go to work tomorrow Becky?" I inquired.

"No, I have tomorrow off and since we didn't talk about the shoot much at dinner, I thought maybe I'd come by the studio and go over things. Will that work?"

"Well I have to work tomorrow, but you need to go over it all with Britt anyway, so what about it babe?"

Babe didn't answer. Babe was asleep on my shoulder, out for the count. "Well, my vice-president in charge of scheduling seems to be unavailable at the moment. Looks like you'll have to call her in the morning."

Becky laughed;"but not too early. I'll get ahold of her sometime and get it all set up. Do you have any preferences?"

"As far as when is concerned, I think it is going to have to be a weekend day since I work weekdays and I'd bet on it taking all day. Since I've never been there, I think we better get an early start because it will all be shot outdoors I assume and we'll use available light for the most part. Are there any barns or stables that you can think of that might lend themselves to what we are trying to do?"

"Oh yeah, she has some beautiful stables and there is the new barn and also the old original barn that was there when they bought the place. There is also the old farm house and some outbuildings. The more I think about it, there are a lot of possible places to shoot; at least from my perspective." She paused as I pulled into the darkened parking lot of the western wear store; "I'm parked around by the side."

I pulled up next to her car and put it in park. Easing Britt off my shoulder, I propped her up and stepped out of the truck. I opened the back door and Becky held her hands in the air in a 'what next' fashion. She was stuck in the middle of Gina and Kate who were both fast asleep, tired from a long day of work, sex and good food. Kate was on my side, so I un-fastened her seat belt and easily took her in my arms and slipped her out of the truck. Becky slid out and I slid Kate back in and buckled her back up and gently closed the door.

"So about the ranch," I said picking back up where we left off, "it sounds like I should really look the place over before we shoot so I can figure out if we need any extra lighting and that kind of thing. How far out of town is this place?"

"It's about an hour from here, not too bad. How about this Saturday? I can pretty much write my own schedule, so I could show you around then." The redhead stepped closer and ran her finger down the side of my face and then leaned in for a kiss. Her kiss was sweet like honey and barbecue sauce. I pulled her tight and slipped my hands under the tattered edges of her daisy dukes and held her butt tight.

"Oh yes," she moaned as I shifted from lips to ears and neck. The voracious ginger climbed onto my hip and I could feel her heat as she worked her pussy against layers of denim. Becky moaned out loud, grinding as I did my part, my hands kneading her firm ass. "I wanna cum," she groaned in my ear, her gyrating intensified. "Make me cum baby, make me cum...my pussy's so wet..." I pulled her tighter, my fingers delving into her ass crack. Her body shuddered and she whimpered. I held her tight as she recovered.

"I was hoping something like this would happen tonight," she whispered as her tongue played with my ear. "I've been horny for days just thinking about seeing you again."

"Well, I'm glad I could oblige," I said as I relinquished my hold on her butt and set her back on her feet. She giggled as she rearranged her cut-offs and settled into my arms for another kiss. "I'd offer to reciprocate," her hand on my crotch;" but we are kind of out here in the open and it sounds like you've had plenty of fun today anyway." She broke into a big smile.

"Oh, the girls told you about that, huh?"

"Yeah," she smiled; "you seem to have this thing about two girls and stores and dressing rooms." My cock throbbed as once again my mind replayed the highlights of Becky and Britt and myself in a retail store dressing room, fucking and sucking until we were all spent. Becky snuggled into my chest, her hand still massaging my love muscle. "I had a dream the next night," she continued; "I dreamed that you came here to the store after closing time and we made love right on the front counter." My cock jumped again and she held me tighter yet; "you had me bent over the counter and just as we were about to cum...my aunt walked in." I froze, taking in a deep breath, but my cock betrayed me and pulsed once more in her grip. Becky giggled and squeezed..."and then I woke up."