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Josie frowned but finally said, “Yes, I guess so. That makes sense. That way we won’t be disturbed by Alessa traipsing in through our room.”

Alessa said, “Thanks. I’ll get right on it. All I want is a hot shower, then some sleep. You girls can have the bedroom and ‘play’ all night if you wish.” Moments later Alessa went into the bathroom carrying her silk pajamas and overnight kit and toothbrush. She stripped out of the clothes that she had put on back in Paris almost twenty-four hours ago. As she started a hot shower, Alessa looked in the mirror as she wiped off her make-up and lipstick. She considered the face staring back at her from the mirror. Alessa knew that most people would consider her beautiful. Not necessarily beautiful in a classical sense, but certainly by today’s standards. An almost oval face, brown eyes that were not overly large, a small pert nose, high cheekbones framed by brunette hair that she often had streaked with blonde. All in all, a face that when displayed on a billboard would cause traffic to stop. Then she looked at the reflection of her body. It too was pleasing. A slender build, narrow hips, breasts that were not overly large, but seemed quite big when she wore one of the push-up bras from the company that was sponsoring the photo shoot on the dude ranch. And when she went braless as she often did when she wasn’t working, they didn’t sag.

Alessa stepped into the hot shower and felt the water run over her body. “Marvelous,” she thought to herself as she picked up the sponge and began soaping herself. She ran the sponge over her flat belly and down to her hairless pubis. She thought, “NO need to shave again yet. I did so day before yesterday and will again once I get to the ranch, but I’m still almost smooth. Then she felt the ring in her labia, the one she had gotten during her stay at Roissy almost two years ago. Alessa remembered how a man had noticed it when she was in California and worn a white bikini that became almost transparent when she got out of the ocean. Like the man called Ralph who had noticed the Roissy ring on her finger, he had surmised that she had been to Roissy and demanded that she yield to him. “But did I really mind? Mind that I had no choice but to submit? Just what does that say about me?” she thought. And as she thought about it, her fingers strayed to her clitoris which was already emerging from its protective sheath.

Alessa was awakened by the sounds coming from the floor of the suite at the hotel in Denver. They had a vague, huffing and puffing sound to them, a sound quite similar to that Sutton occasionally made when he made love to Alessa and was near orgasm. Alessa rolled over, only to see the lithe body of Josie lying next to her, her long brown hair all down her shoulders and on the pillow beneath her. As Alessa’s head cleared, she realized the heavy breathing wasn’t coming from the tall Dane; she was still fast asleep. Alessa rolled the other way.

There on the floor, she saw the source of the heavy breathing. It was Chloe, Josie’s current lover and a professional golfer. She heard Chloe say, “Forty-Eight, Forty-nine, Fifty,” as she was doing pushups on the floor. As she said, “Fifty,” she dropped onto the carpet of the suite and looked up. Chloe was completely naked, a small sheen of sweat accentuating the numerous tattoos on her body. Seeing Alessa staring at her, Chloe got up from the floor. As she did so, she wiped the sweat from her face with a hand towel and said, “Ah, sleeping beauty is awake.” Then glancing at the prostate body of Josie, she continued with a chuckle, “Well, at least one sleeping beauty. Josie’s still dead to the world, but she has always been a sound sleeper.”

By now, Alessa was completely awake and very aware that she had a splitting headache. She was also aware that she, like Chloe and Josie, was completely nude. Realizing this, Alessa pulled the sheet up over her breasts and said, “What happened last night? I don’t remember a thing!” Chloe laughed and said, “I don’t doubt it a bit. Over twenty-four hours without sleep, jet lag, no supper, and four, or was it five, Bulliet Bourbons?”

Alessa looked at her and said, “But what happened?” Chloe laughed again. “Well, after one of the drinks, you were sitting on the sofa in your pussy pink, satin P.J.’s and you decided you wanted to kiss me again. It was sweet, a little bourbon tongue down my throat. I had started to take off my jeans and sweater so I could shower. You dropped down and pulled down my panties. I think you said, ‘Awful things. That’s why I seldom wear them!’ As you were doing so, Josie came out of the bathroom. She had finished her shower and only had on a towel wrapped around her. She saw you on your knees in front of me. That tall Danish bitch dropped he towel so fast and said something in Danish that I think would translate to, ‘Oh good; a threesome!’ And then we all ended up here in the bedroom. Yeah, that about sums it up.”

Alessa looked incredulous and said, “But I don’t remember any of that. The last thing I remember is you kissing me.”

Chloe responded, “Well, that’s a crying shame, cuz it was truly a fun time. You did everything but bark like a dog!”

As Alessa processed what Chloe had told her, she considered the naked woman standing in front of her. Chloe was about 5’7”, shorter than either Josie or her, not surprising as both were tall, even for models. She had the slender muscular build of an athlete, slim hips, flat stomach, powerful muscles that rippled beneath her biceps and thighs when she moved. Chloe was small breasted, but her nipples were erect in the morning air and stuck out from her flat chest. And Alessa noticed that her sex was completely bare of any pubic hair.

Chloe must have noticed Alessa staring. She said, “Like what you see? You did last night.” Saying that Chloe reached down to her sex and said, “Josie first talked me into getting waxed. It hurt like hell, but she likes me slick down there. I noticed that you’re like Josie. Slick. I guess most models are, but I may be on the only golfer on the tour without any pubic hair. At least the only lesbian one.”

Alessa fell back on the bed beside the still sleeping Josie. She thought to herself, “I wish I could remember. Did what Chloe say really happen?” And as she thought this, her mind drifted back to a time several years ago: The redheaded girl called O was working as a fashion photographer and had been assigned to do a layout for a lingerie company. Alessa and her friend and fellow model, the beautiful blonde Doutzen were the models. O and her assistant had provided champagne and some marijuana to as she said, “Loosen your inhibitions and get you in the proper lingerie mood.” And the combination of champagne and marijuana had worked wonders. Alessa’s memory of the photo shoot was somewhat vague, but she remembered Doutzen kissing and fondling her. Afterwards, the photographer had said, “This is the best lingerie shoot ever. You two were wonderful.” But Alessa also remembered that Doutzen and O had likely come to bad ends.

Alessa’s memories were interrupted by Chloe who came over, kissed Alessa on the head and said, “A penny for your thoughts, my dear.” Then, “I never did get my shower last night.” She paused and said, “As the headlines might read: Lesbian golfer seduced by two lingerie models.” Chloe laughed at her remark and sauntered to the shower.

And Alessa watched Chloe’s muscular tattooed buttocks as she went into the bathroom.

All three women got out. Alessa immediately felt the chill of the wind. The fashionable light jacket that she had put on almost twenty hours earlier in Paris did little to cut the cold wind blowing from the Rockies. “Jesus God! Will this day from Hell never end? Could it get any worse?’ Will I ever get to my hotel? Well, at least I have on boots and some sort of jacket,” thought Alessa. “Not like that Josie who is wearing heels and only a blouse and skirt.”

As the three women stood around, the poor driver opened the trunk. Then he had to place their luggage on the roadside so as to get to the spare tire. Chloe opened her suitcase and retrieved a heavy coat tat she gave to Josie. Alessa lit a cigarette and paced around until the tire was changed. Then after replacing the luggage, everyone got back into the car. It was almost 9 pm when the little group finally got to the Hotel Teatro. Alessa figured she had been up over twenty-four hours as she had to get up early in Paris in order to catch her morning flight. Plus, she hadn’t had much sleep the previous night because Sutton had wanted to ‘enjoy’ what would be his last night with Alessa for several weeks. She was sure she looked a wreck when she went to check into the hotel. Chloe and Josie checked into one of the hotel’s two suites. Alessa had a reservation for the other one.

The hotel clerk looked up after Alessa gave him her name and said that she had a reservation. The clerk said, “I am so very sorry. We have had a plumbing issue with the other suite and it’s unavailable.” Alessa rolled her eyes and said, “Then put me in any room. It’s only for one night.” The clerk replied, “Again I am so sorry. There is a very large convention going on in Denver this week. All of our rooms are booked.” He emphasized “All.”

Alessa was on the verge of screaming, but she heard Chloe say, “It’s okay, hon. You can stay in our suite. I’m sure there’s a sofa.” Then under her breath, she added, “Or you can bunk in the king bed with Josie and me.”

Josie sighed and said, “Yeah. Whatever. I just want to take a shower and lie down.”

A few minutes later the bellhop opened the door to the suite. It had a large living area with a eating area and stocked refrigerator. There was a big sofa that could be pulled out to make a bed. But there was only one bedroom albeit with a king size bed, and only one bathroom. Once the bellhop put down the women’s luggage and left, Alessa collapsed on the large sofa. As she did so, her skirt slid up past mid thigh. Chloe noticed Alessa wasn’t wearing any panties but did not say anything about it. Meanwhile, Josie said, “Where is the minibar, I really need a drink.” But Chloe smiled and said, “I have just what you need.” She then reached into her bag and pulled out a flask. “It’s full of Bulliet bourbon,” she said. “A southern girl should never travel without it. Shall I pour us drinks?”

Josie said, “That sounds nice. But before I have a drink, I need to pee.” And she disappeared into the bathroom. Alessa noticed that her skirt had worked its way above her knee and sat up and pulled it down. Then she said, “A drink would be great.”

Chloe smiled and said, “I see why you said you were cold. Nothing on under your skirt and blouse, huh? Don’t worry; I’ll pour you a stiff one.” Alessa slumped down against the back cushion of the sofa, too tired to be embarrassed. She thought to herself, “Why should I be embarrassed. I’m sure Chloe has noticed that Josie often goes commando in public.”

What Alessa didn’t notice was that as Chloe poured the bourbon into three glasses, she stealthily put some powder into two of the glasses. It quickly dissolved and was not noticeable. Then as Josie emerged from the bathroom, Chloe handed a glass each to Alessa and Josie, saying, “It’s neat. I figured as cold as it is, no one would want ice.”

Then Chloe raised her glass and said, “To our adventure at the dude ranch!”

Josie sipped her bourbon slowly, but Alessa gulped hers down.

Denver x Rio

Illegal Pete’s is a restaurant with establishments in Boulder and Denver for over a decade, has come under fire from members of the Ft. Collins community recently for the use of the word “illegal” in their name. This has created somewhat of a PR shit-storm of back and forth debates and discussions between Pete (the owner) and people opposing the use of the name, both online and in public forums.

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