It all started one day at the lake when a friend of mine,(a male friend, and some-what younger than I ),decided (in fun of course) to call me "High- Mileaged". This did not set well, and I let a couple of weeks go by before deciding on a course of action. I talked it over with my husband, who was all for it, and contacted a girl-friend of mine who I knew would be a party to my little joke. We set-up a night and time to pull off my little charade-a Saturday night, starting at a local bar. The call went in to my friend from the lake and he eagerly accepted the free meal with bar-hopping afterwards. No mention of the plan during the meal. We got to the first bar around 7:00 and ordered a round of beer when I just happened to see an "old friend" walk in the place. Of course, this "old friend" had to be invited to have a drink with us. (My old friend happens to be in her mid-'40's and though a little on the heavier side, has some kasabbas's you wouldn't believe.) So she sits down with us to have a drink,(next to my friend of course), and we talk excitedly, play catch up etc. My friend finishes her drink and says her good-byes and leaves for who knows where. (We Know) Then we announce we're off to the next bar in town, where we have another couple of rounds and of course, just happen to see my old girl-friend again, and just happen to have her sit down and drink one with us again,(next to my friend of course). Each time she's getting a little more flirty with him. So this time we make excuses and leave, and go on to a private club in town where my husband and I purposefully get confused and order my friend 2 drinks, a beer and a mixed drink. Then who shows up but my old girl-friend. And again she sits next to my friend, remarking how incredible it is to see us everywhere she goes her one night in town. All the while getting more and more friendly with our increasingly nervous friend. So we take off and head for our house, to grab a bottle of our own and make drinks to take to another club to hear one of our favorite bands play and do a little dancing. (We made him a drink, but we had already cut back). And we hit the other club and the music is great, the dancing is wonderful, and who should show up but -yes that's right-my girl-friend. And she sits right next to my friend and she repeatedly asks him to dance, and all the while, leaning closer to him, and rubbing against him, and squeezing his inner thigh, things most guys dream a girl would do to them. And my extremely nervous friend starts mouthing the words "Help Me" at me, and I pretend to not notice and go on enjoying myself. And finally by the end of the night he is up, danicng with her, being groped at every opportunity in the dark. Everything a man could ever want a woman to do or say to him!! When we took him home later, he was silent. The first real time we had seen him this way, where speech was optional. We forced him to spend the night on our sofa and after many pots of coffee and a good breakfast, Sunday afternoon we allowed him to go home, nothing said about the night before. On Monday, we called his boss and asked him to play along with us, and of course he was game. We told him the story of Saturday night and of my girl-friend and asked him to tell my friend that she had called for him at work. That I had given her his work phone number. And that she wanted him, couldn't forget about him. That night I recieved a phone call from my friend. A very upset friend. He said he had been hung over until noon on Monday. (I think that must be some all-time record for hang-overs.) And that he had bruises on every part of his inner thighs and different body parts that we can't mention. And how he couldn't believe an older woman like that could be so sexually aggressive. Then I told him it had been a set-up. I told him the whole ugly story and that I hoped he had learned his lesson. And you know what! He didn't believe me. He didn't think I could possibly have set him up this way, that he surely would have known. Then finally it all sank in and he knew he had been had. Years later now, he's still my friend, but at least he's careful what he says to me!!!
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