2 comments/ 61963 views/ 35 favorites Champagne Kiss By: ukstockinglvr Authors note: Please be aware that this piece is quite long. I would recommend leaving plenty of time to read it. This is posted in Group Sex but the story can also be categorised as Romantic couplings (kind-of), Fetish (Elements of CFNM, Leg Fetish) and Exhibition/Voyeur. It is a long drawn out scenario, lengthy dialogue, flirting, teasing before any sexual acts. If you have read so far and still want to continue then thank you, I hope you enjoy reading my story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Finally I would like to give a big thank you to todger65 for editing this story for me. ***** The Ennycorp group sat spread between two sets of seats on the train. Members of the sales team were at a table; Sarah on her iPad, Paul alone with his thoughts watching the scenery pass and Mark immersed in social media on his phone. Across the aisle conversing were the two office girls; Holly from accounts and Nicole from marketing. They were heading to an awards ceremony held by one of their biggest customers, it was an important and highly regarded event. Normally the senior management would attend but this year it had coincided with Ennycorp's annual global review in Japan. Upon finding out the MD, known for his spontaneous nature, gave the invites to those in a meeting with him at the time. Part of the sales team were giving a presentation along with Nicole who had been assisting, Holly happened to be there by chance having dropped in for a signature. A month later they were on their way to London, to a luxurious hotel, a three course dinner, an extravagant ceremony and soon to be rubbing shoulders with some of the most important people in their industry. ... "Damn it I've had enough," said Sarah to no one in particular; frustrated with Bubble Witch she turned off her iPad and thrust it into her handbag. She looked towards her long-time colleague Paul who raised a bemused eyebrow in response to her outburst. "Still rubbish at it then?" He smiled. "No," Sarah replied with a scowl, "just bored." "You mean you got stuck." "OK I got stuck, but I am bored, are we nearly there yet?" She playfully whined. "Just over an hour or so away, I reckon," Paul answered returning his gaze to the window. Younger than her by a few years, Paul was Sarah's opposite number within the sales team. They had worked together for six years, over that time they had grown close, sharing similar attitudes and sense of humour. Paul was one of a select few in the office she classed not just a colleague, but as a friend. Knowing him as well as she did, she knew when he was not in the mood for conversation, like now. She glanced at Mark, watching as his fingers worked his mobile phone, texting. He was the newest member of her team, an apprentice in his early twenties. Sarah classed him as the baby of the team which had become a running joke and the others often poked fun at him, especially when it came to dating or sex. Sarah thought Mark was a good looking young lad, nicely groomed and fashionably dressed and had found herself thoroughly checking him out on more than one occasion when in the right mood. There was one particular aftershave or body wash that positively caused her to stir below when he wore it. "You texting a girlfriend Mark?" she asked. "What?" Mark replied not looking up from the screen. Sarah gave him a light kick under the table, "Stop being rude, talk to me. I'm bored." "We're nearly there, an hour or so." He mumbled. "That's what he just said," she said kicking Paul this time. "OW!" Paul reached down to rub where she had kicked him, "What did I do?" "Lot of good you two are," Sarah said turning herself to face away from them, annoyed. Rummaging in her bag she took out her phone, after checking for messages she picked up her iPad. Browsing through her apps and finding nothing of interest she put it back with a loud huff; glancing at the guys she saw that they were back in their own little worlds. The usual conversation topics about work, gossip and what they had planned for the weekend had been exhausted half way into the journey. After that they all drifted to their own activities to pass the time, playing games and social networking. The two girls, Holly and Nicole were deep in conversation. They were both younger than Sarah and pretty, especially Nicole who she disliked. There was something about her she could not get past and she knew she was not the only one in the office who felt that way. Holly was different, with a bubbly and outgoing personality she was well-liked by everyone. Holly caught her eye and smiled, "Sarah are you OK?" she asked. "Bored," Sarah motioned to the two guys sat opposite. "Are they ignoring you, how rude," Nicole said. "I know. I may as well be sat on my own," Sarah said and they all laughed. ... Mark looked up with a suspicious expression, the girls returned his gaze and laughed harder; he shook his head and resumed messaging his friends on Facebook. He was explaining to them about where he was heading and who with, taking great lengths to describe his female colleagues. He had started with his boss Sarah, who he described as a tanned MILF, her tight pant suits and open blouses that showed ample décolletage frequently gave him unwanted boners during the week. He went on to quickly describe his good friend Holly, his coffee break companion and the bubbliest blonde in the office. Mark's main focus was on the last female of the group, who he went into great pains to describe in detail, Nicole. Tall with long curly chestnut red hair, striking facial features, a broad grin and a really sexy laugh that made him horny every time he heard it. She was sophisticated, prim and proper, by the way she acted and not by the way she dressed. Well known for her outfits at work, her long legs made even the most respectable length skirt appear short and everyone noticed it. Mark was sure that on occasion he had caught a glimpse of a stocking top peeking from under her hemline, another source of unwanted office hardons. Nicole had joined Ennycorp at the same time as Mark, both as apprentices, and they went through induction together. She was no longer an apprentice having been given a newly created position; one that many speculated had been created solely for her. A reason, some people conspired, was for the Managing Director to keep the attractive, well-spoken, well-educated beauty around. In Mark's opinion she was the best looking girl he knew, so he could not fault the MD if that rumour was true. With that thought he was really looking forward to tonight and to seeing what Nicole and the others were going to be wearing. Someone stood, the movement snapped Mark out of his daydream; it was Nicole. He was embarrassed as though she somehow knew what he had been thinking, he was sure she was staring in his direction as she eased past Holly into the aisle. "I'm nipping to the dining car, want anything?" Nicole announced. There was a chorus of no thanks; Mark sagged in his seat as she left. "For a skinny lass, she doesn't half put it away," Sarah remarked. Mark shook his head and Paul rolled his eyes, they knew of Sarah's dislike for the girl. Watching the scenery pass by Paul thought about the night ahead. He had been to many corporate events, black tie dinners, fund raisers, golf days and race meets but tonight was on another level. This was an opportunity to network with some big players and possibly lay foundations to further his career. Reflecting on those accompanying him on the trip, especially the two young ladies he couldn't have asked for better company. ... Holly noticed two businessmen making a fuss about Nicole as she passed them; one even leaned out to get a better view of her tight jean clad behind. She looked over to the others to see if they saw as well but they were doing their own things. She was excited about going to her first corporate event and had bought a new outfit for the occasion. The shopping spree had not been entirely for the event, it was also retail therapy due to her recent split with her boyfriend. Holly had discussed the breakup at length with Nicole during the journey hoping to get it out of her system and they had also discussed their two male travel companions. Nicole made a point about singling out Mark much to Holly's annoyance, not that what she had been implying was entirely untrue. Sarah stretched, "Nearly there," she said yawning. Holly instinctively mirrored the action and they laughed. Despite being with the company over two years, Holly had only really got to know Sarah over the past few months, seeing her as the mother figure in the office, or alternatively as the cool aunt. Holly saw Nicole come back into the carriage and watched as she navigated down the rocking aisle noticing more than one man's eyes linger as she passed. Men checking Nicole out was not a rare thing; she was always being approached or flirted with especially on nights out. Not that Holly didn't get attention herself but Nicole acted as if she was unaware and at times it was so obvious that Holly could not help think her friend somehow encouraged it. As Nicole made her way back she was stopped by the two business men who had been ogling her earlier, Holly could hear them asking her where she was heading. Nicole told them and they jokily asked if she fancied coming with them instead. After and a light-hearted exchange and her trademark laugh Nicole returned to Holly and sat back down. She explained to Holly what the two men had said. "You mean the guys that gawked at your arse when you walked past before," Holly said. "What, no way they weren't were they?" Nicole said. "Yup, they weren't very discreet about it." "They seemed like nice guys," Nicole glanced in their direction, "Pervs." The two girls laughed. Nicole saw Paul looking over at them, he smiled at her and she giggled. She liked Paul, he was always helpful at work, and then again so were most of the guys in the office. She saw Sarah giving an exaggerated eye roll, there was always tension when she was around the sales manager and Nicole believed she had a problem with her. She was used to animosity, especially from other women who saw her as manipulative or as a threat. She had blossomed late in life just after turning eighteen; going from an awkward gangly teen to the woman she was now. She could not help that men went out of their way to help her, favoured her or were overly nice just because of the way she looked. Tonight, she thought, was an opportunity for the others to get to know her better and see her in a different way. The train's tannoy played a little jingle and a muffled voice announced that they were reaching their destination in a few minutes. The train slowed as it readied to stop and the group gathered their belongings expressing relief about the journey being over. The night was about to get started and they were each looking forward to it, for differing reasons but equally enthusiastic about being there. ... Gathered in the Belgrave hotel lobby Sarah booked them in, they were staying in three separate rooms, two doubles and a single. Sarah joked that the single room was hers because she was pulling seniority, as manager she should have the best one. "Senior, senior as in..." Paul began to say but was cut off by a sharp look from Sarah. Smiling she handed out the keys, "Right kids, and Paul," she narrowed her eyes at him with a fake scowl, "we have about two hours to get ready then we'll meet down here for half five. A car is picking us up at six." "Sounds posh," Nicole said. "Knowing our boss it will be, he'll want to show off even when he's not here," Paul said as they walked to the elevators. The rooms were on the same floor, Paul and Mark were opposite Holly and Nicole and Sarah was further away at the very end of the corridor. Since Sarah got a room to herself the others made a point of going in to take a look. It was a large corner suite with a king sized bed, exquisite furnishings and an en suite bathroom. There was a tray with two bottles of wine and roses with a message card on a desk. Paul read the card to everyone as they poked around, "Have a great night, enjoy yourself, you've earned it, PS All expenses paid... It's from Steve." "Oh, that's sweet of him," Nicole said. Sarah opened the door into the marble bathroom, it had a walk in shower built into a bay window and upon seeing it she was wary, "Well I'm not using that, everyone will see me." "It's one way, no one can see in silly," Paul said. "Are you sure?" "You don't think a hotel would have its guests flashing passers-by." "Depends on what kind of hotel," Holly said with a wink. Mark accidentally knocked clothes hangers off rails in a wardrobe causing a commotion, so Sarah chased them out so she could start to get ready. Entering their shared room Holly and Nicole found more wine, roses and the same message. Holly promptly opened a bottle and filled a glass. "Let's start the night as we mean to go on." ... The guys unpacked, Paul accustom to staying in hotels gave tips to Mark about where to find things and what might be useful. It didn't take them much time to get ready, which they both knew was not going to be true for the others. The evening dress code was semi-formal and from experience Paul knew that it meant smart suits and ties for the men, cocktail dresses for the ladies. He wore his favourite charcoal suit with a white dress shirt, cuffs and tie. Mark had bought new clothes for the occasion, a skinny fit dark blue suit with a light blue shirt and tie. He had been anxious about what to wear and the previous weekend he sent pictures from shop changing room mirrors modelling different suits to Paul and Sarah for advice, much to their amusement. Paul got comfortable watching Sky sports news, Mark decided to have a look around the hotel to familiarise himself with the layout. Leaving he told Paul his reasoning, "There's nothing worse than being in a strange hotel drunk and lost, especially when all the doors look the same." Paul smiled, shook his head, and turned up the sound on the wall mounted TV. Stepping into the hall Mark caught sight of Holly from behind wrapped in a tiny towel walking barefoot towards Sarah's room. "Are you sure you just want to wear that tonight?" he asked, startling her. She slowly turned to face him, grinning. "OK, I'm so embarrassed. Sarah needs help with her hair, I checked to see if the coast was clear." One arm was wrapped tight across her ample chest holding the towel in place, her other held a glass of wine. Mark motioned to the drink, "I see you've started early." "Of course, it might be a work event but it's also my weekend." "It's funny I've just been explaining to Paul about getting drunk and lost in a hotel." Holly smiled mischievously, "I'm not drunk, yet. And I'm definitely not lost." She knocked back her drink thrusting the empty glass into his hand and hurried away, "got to go. See you in a bit." "So do you make a habit of streaking through hotel corridors?" Mark asked after her, bemused. Reaching Sarah's room and opening the door Holly grabbed her towel at the back and looked over her shoulder saying, "Yes I do," and she gave him a split second flash of her bare bum before dashing inside. Mark stood stunned trying to comprehend what had just happened. After several moments he overcame his astonishment, resuming scouting the hotel whilst replaying the flash over in his mind. ... A stretch limousine was parked outside; its chauffeur stood patiently beside it. Paul and Mark were also waiting, sat in the lobby. It was almost half five and there had been no sign of the girls since they came down half an hour ago. Paul checked his watch for the umpteenth time, noticing Sarah enter the lobby, "Fashionably late I see." He did a double take as she walked towards him, her hair styled in ringlets with a chignon and she was wearing a knee length blue tiered dress with a plunging neckline, exposing plenty of cleavage. She looked amazing and Paul raised an eyebrow as she looked down at herself, self-consciously running her hands over the front of her clothes. "What? Is there something wrong? Is there makeup or a mark on it?" Sarah asked. "No it's fine, you look fine, good to see you have your legs out for a change," Paul said. "What do you mean fine?" Sarah said, putting her hands on her hips. Paul sighed. "Alright, not fine, you look great. Now where's the other two?" Sarah started to sway and gave a broad smile, "Be patient." "You're already starting to get drunk aren't you?" Paul asked. Sarah smacked his forearm, "No, I'm not, I've only had... two, no, three glasses." Holly approached and Sarah took a step back, "OK we've been practicing this, you have to pay attention." She held out a hand in Holly's direction announcing, "The beautiful Holly Miles is wearing a cocktail dress from Little Mistress, her very sexy slingback shoes are from Topshop and her cute little bag is from Radley." Paul admired the little blonde as she gave a twirl. Her red halter neck dress ended just above her knees and it accentuated her voluptuous figure well and the four inch heels made her appear taller. "Did you use a step ladder to get into them?" He joked. "Hey, cheeky." "My turn" Sarah said hurrying away a little and turning to make her way back again. Holly pretended to clear her throat as Sarah walked forward, a hand on her hip mimicking a fashion model. "The lovely Sarah Peterson is wearing a dress by Eliza Chiffon, her bag is Ted Baker and her stylish nude heels are by Valentino. I will add that I think the shoes cost more than my whole outfit." "They didn't cost that much," Sarah said lifting her foot to display a shoe. Paul saw that the knee length blue dress was riding up her legs, "Watch it Sarah you might show off more than your shoes." Sarah swiftly put her foot back down, "You shouldn't be looking." "It's OK she's got big knickers on," Holly said with a grin. Sarah went red, "Holly I'm going to kill you. I haven't got big knickers on." "She has, they fell out her bag when I was in her room. Sarah wears Bridget Jones knickers." Mark felt a twinge in his groin at the mention of Sarah's underwear. They were caught up in making fun out of her and did not notice Nicole arrive. Sarah was the first to see her, making a gesture in her direction, "Ah, here's Nicole, let's see if I can remember this..." she said, continuing. "Nicole Barratt is opting for the ever classic little black dress, or LBD." Mesmerized, Mark watched as the beautiful redhead strode with confidence, hips swaying hypnotically, towards them. He took in every inch of her exquisitely dressed slender form. She was wearing a thigh skimming black form fitting strapless mini dress, black nylons and ankle strap sandals. The dress was like a second skin outlining her body in detail and as she got closer it was apparent she was bra-less, the thought excited him. Focussing on her chest he also noticed the familiar silver teardrop pendant that she always seemed to wear. "The dress is by BCG, BBGD, B C, some French name," Sarah said. "BC BG Max Azaria," Nicole corrected as she pointed with one of her feet to show off her shoes. "Whatever she said. Aren't those lovely shoes?" Sarah said looking keenly at them. "They're by Carvela," Nicole said, "But never mind mine, yours look amazing." She stood next to Sarah, comparing footwear. Mark gazed at Nicole's sheer black nylon clad legs as she alternated lifting her feet to point in different angles. Her figure hugging dress crept higher with every move sending his pulse racing. "Ooh Nikki, those look expensive," Holly said using her friend's nickname. Champagne Kiss "My ex bought me them, but yeah I think they were. I hardly get to wear them," Nicole replied. The three girls stood facing Paul and Mark striking exaggerated poses, pouting and pulling facial expressions like models. "So?" Sarah asked after a moment. Paul shrugged, "So... what?" "Who looks the best?" Mark went to speak, Paul interrupted him, "We both think that you are all equally pretty and your dresses look equally great." The girls made annoyed noises and gestures, Sarah stamped her feet a little. They resumed posing. "OK, Mark who looks the best?" Sarah asked, batting her eyelashes. "Yeah, Marky," Holly pouted in his direction, swayed her hips a little and winked. "I think you all look good," he replied. Sarah glared at him, Holly and Nicole crossed their arms huffing and turned their heads away. A concierge approached and said something to Sarah. "Lifts here," she said linking arms with the other two, walking away she scowled at Mark. Paul stopped Mark as he went to follow, "Trust me, saying that Nicole looked the best wouldn't have been a good move." "Yeah, but have you seen her," Mark said. "I know, but its best to just say they all look good." Mark looked puzzled. "But they were pissed off when I said that." "Don't worry about it. They're only messing, they've been on the wine since we got here," Paul said placing a hand on Marks' shoulder. "She still looked amazing though didn't she?" "She did indeed. Holly and Sarah didn't look too bad either, so upsetting two out of three is not a good move." "You have a point." Mark nodded. "These types of nights are eye openers. There'll be other women there just as good, if not better looking, than Nicole. Play your cards right you might not be getting lost in our hotel later. Believe me it can get crazy at these things," Paul said. Mark smiled at Paul's words, remembering Holly's flash in the corridor. "Are you two coming?" Sarah said standing in the hotel entrance, arms folded across her chest. Paul motioned his head in Sarah's direction, "Speaking of crazy..." "I heard that you cheeky sod," she said ushering them out the doors adding as Mark passed, "Ooh, that aftershave smells really nice." ... An empty bottle of Champagne, three bottles of wine and several trophies took centre piece at the Ennycorps table in the function room at the Hilton Hotel Park lane. The awards ceremony had been a great success for the company and when it finished the tables were relocated to clear an area for a dance floor. The DJ encouraged everyone to dance and the girls insisted on dragging Mark and Paul to their feet for a few songs. Holly and Nicole were having a lot of fun, Holly displaying some overly sexual moves that caught not only the attention of Mark and Paul but quite a few of the other men there. Nicole was a lot more reserved but moved in a sleek, sensual way attracting her own audience. Sarah danced close to Mark and Paul, sandwiching herself between them at one point. Mark was embarrassed unsure of where to put his hands when Sarah shocked him by planting them low on her hips. "Me and my boys," she giggled, kissing Paul on the cheek as Nicole took a photo with her mobile. Paul left the dance floor to network, Sarah had moved away to dance and talk with people she knew, Holly and Mark hearing a song they disliked returned to the table. Nicole, an instant hit with customers, suppliers and competitors was unable to get away as a number of men were vying for her attention trapping her in polite conversation. After mingling for an hour or so Paul returned to the table. As he poured himself a glass of wine he realised Holly and Mark were deep in conversation and had not noticed him. Turning to the dancefloor he saw Sarah heading back, smiling as she came near. He looked her up down, the action noticeable. "I mean it, it's really good to see you having your legs out for a change, you're always hiding them in trousers," he said with an appreciative look. "Nothing wrong with wearing trousers," Sarah said, sitting beside Mark. Holly turned and seeing Paul she jumped a little, surprised, "Oh, didn't see you there." Paul acted hurt, "I've been here ages." "I'm so sorry, I didn't see you." Paul grinned, "I'm only messing. I've just sat down, didn't want to interrupt you two. It seemed like you were cosy." Holly blushed. Sarah almost dropped a bottle while filling her glass, "Come on Paul, what's wrong with trousers? I always wear pant suits at work," she said. "Nothing wrong with your suits, I think they look good," Mark said, "on the right person." Sarah smiled. "Aww, bless you, little darling, do you like my dress though?" She lifted her leg, stroking down it and Mark stared as her tan tights covered crotch came into view. Holly noticing the flash narrowed her eyes. "I see you have your granny knickers on," she said. "To go with your granny tights," Paul said. "They're not granny tights, actually they're Jonathon Astins," Sarah countered matter of fact like, closing her legs. "Hey, I'm wearing Jonathon Astins too," Holly said lifting her leg a little. "Tights yuk" Mark groaned. "Oh now what am I wearing wrong, what's wrong with wearing tights? It's far too cold to go bare," Sarah said exasperated. They tormented Sarah about her tights and granny underwear a little longer before the conversation drifted to other topics. They discussed people they had seen, who won which award, industry rumours and a topic Paul and Mark took to relatively easily, what other women were wearing. That topic had the girls pointing out other good looking women, bitching about them while the guys got to stare. "She's flashing her stockings, look." Sarah said pointing to a leggy brunette flirting overtly with two older men. "Fantastic," Mark said, his eyes wide. "Hmm, what a surprise, thought you would like that," Sarah said rolling her eyes. "You shouldn't be pointing out other girls flashing Sarah, you got stroppy earlier," Holly said. "I didn't get stroppy," Sarah shot back, "Anyway you shouldn't have said anything. We girls stick together. I bet you've accidently flashed in the past." "Not every flash is by accident," Holly said, giving Mark a mischievous smile. "I don't just want to sit all night, come on lets go dance some more," Sarah said. Mark and Paul pretended not to hear and she frowned at them. Nicole returned, dropping into an empty seat, smiling broadly, the champagne and wine getting the better of her. Recounting her evening so far, she talked about who she had met and the strange behaviour of some of the men. Sarah and Holly shared frustrated looks with each other as she spoke. Nicole went on to describe meeting an interesting good-looking man, who had let on that he drove a Maserati. "Where is he?" Sarah asked, straightening and looking around. "He's over there, near the exit." Nicole said pointing to a tall, handsome man dressed in an immaculate suit. "Hmm. Holly likes," Holly cooed. "Ooh, I'd like to have his babies," Sarah sighed. "Good looking and lots of money." "He's a really nice guy too. And funny," Nicole said. "Hmm. Holly really likes." "Have you heard yourselves? You're like wolves stalking a rabbit," Paul said grumpily. "I'd be at it like a rabbit with him," Holly said and the girls laughed. "He wouldn't be able to walk for a week," Sarah added. "Wow. You three are so shallow," Mark said. "Ooh," the girls' high pitch chorused. "Handbags" Sarah said clutching hers to her chest and the others mimicked. "He's not even that good looking. See, he has a big chin. It would poke your eye out." Paul said. "I know where I'd let him to poke," Holly said under her breath, Sarah giggled nudging her and pointing at the two glowering men sat with them. "Hey, a girls got to get serviced now and then, and it's been a while since I've had a good servicing," Sarah said with a laugh. She stood and gripped Paul by his chin, holding his face so he was looking up at her, "Aww. Do we have us some little green eyed monsters?" She kissed him on the lips and let him go. "Oh, and when we get back you two are coming to dance, no arguments." The three girls excused themselves to go powder their noses, leaving Paul and Mark at the table. Paul was stunned, he knew Sarah would play fight and give out hugs when drunk but she had never kissed him like that before. Wiping the lipstick off with his hand he caught a taste and it made him aroused. ... They had danced the rest of the night and the more they drank the more contact they made with each other. Most noticeably Sarah and Holly who seemed to take pleasure in teasing the guys. Depending on the music playing they would either grind against them or dance sexily, giggling and laughing at their reactions. Nicole loosened up a lot more, joining in with the other two, her moves progressing from slow and sensual to almost erotic, which had her previous audience returning in droves. It was almost past midnight and there were more empty tables than occupied in the function room, the group sat waiting on Nicole to return so they could decide their next move. She was chatting with a group of older businessmen; one of them had wandering hands that she kept wiggling away from. The others watched in amusement. "He just did it again. Did you see? He grabbed her bum that time, Mr Octopus hands." Mark said. "He's a trier, got to love a trier," Paul remarked as the man made another attempt to put his arm around Nicole's slim waist. Mark pointed as Nicole tactfully and without fuss escaped the unwanted attention, "If I did that I'd get a slap." "Depends who you did it to," Holly said. She took a drink eyeing Mark over the rim of her glass. "She definitely knows how to work a room," Paul said. "You mean she's a bonny lass who knows how to flash leg, giggle at the right time and get guys drooling over her," Sarah said. Paul leaned over to Sarah, poking her arm with a finger and taunting, "Who's a little green eyed monster now?" Holly and Mark laughed as Sarah pushed Paul away with a huff. "You know I'll thump you." Holly commentated as Nicole dodged more unwanted advances. "Oh, look he's going in for the kill again, OH she's got away and I think she's escaped." Nicole was shaky on her heels as she came back to the table, stumbling the last few feet she grabbed Paul's shoulders to steady herself. The others mock cheered. "We thought that one had you, we didn't think we'd see you till breakfast," Sarah said. Nicole straightened up, glaring at Sarah, "It might have been a while but I'm not that desperate." "Sorry," Sarah said sing song. Nicole couldn't keep a straight face and she burst out laughing. "He was all hands wasn't he? I was mortified when he grabbed my bum, but I couldn't make a scene in front of those other people." "I bet you liked it," Holly giggled. Nicole tried to slap her arm. "He was like that with me years ago," Sarah said craning to look at the man, "He had darker hair back then." "Must have been a while ago," Paul said. Sarah gave him a not amused look. "Who is he?" Holly asked. "He's the Global Director of Operations for Fauxtech, one of our main customers," Paul answered. "When we were told to be on good behaviour and make the company look good I'm not sure that's what they meant," Sarah said. Nicole was horrified, "Oh God. What if people find out back at work? Oh my God, have to go. We have to go," she frantically turned between the exit and the group, who looked at her bemused. Sarah rolled her eyes but secretly could relate to how Nicole was feeling. These kinds of events were packed with powerful, wealthy and influential people and it was easy for someone young and naïve to get suckered in by the less than honourable. At her first charity dinner over fifteen years ago she had done exactly that and it resulted in her giving two execs blowjobs in the backseat of a Rolls Royce. She instinctively held and stretched her jaw, she had felt bad about that night long afterwards worried that someone would find out, but no one ever did. "Calm down. Look he's found someone else," Holly pointed to the man who now had his arm clamped around the waist of another twenty something who didn't seem to mind his advances. "Plus what are you worried about? You did nothing," Mark said. "I know, it's just you know, he was all hands on me," Nicole tried to explain. "Sit down, calm down, have a drink," Sarah said pouring a glass. Nicole sat, her expression worried. Holly gave her a reassuring hug and Mark caught a healthy glimpse of cleavage. Sarah noticed his gaze and raised an eyebrow, he grinned and shrugged. "So where are we going next?" Sarah asked. "We could go to a party? I've been invited to one at the Chelsea Harbour," Paul said. Nicole stopped hugging Holly, "I've been invited there as well." Paul and Sarah exchanged glances. Nicole continued, counting on her fingers, "Also, one at the Savoy, one at the Kensington and I think one at the Dorchester." "Aren't you popular," Holly said. "I wonder why," Sarah said under her breath. "Did your roaming hands friend not invite you to one?" Holly asked. Nicole cast her eyes down, "Yes but I've forgot where." "Bet there would only be you two there anyway," Sarah said. "What about Maserati guy?" Mark asked with a hint of scorn. The girls instinctively looked around for the handsome man but it appeared he had already left. Nicole searched a few seconds longer than the others before giving up, crestfallen. "I think he's gone, he never really asked me." "Aww, a true gent then," Sarah said. Mark sighed, "Married more like." The girls turned to him, scowling. "Well we've got a few options, where to then?" Paul asked. "I don't want to go to any of them to be honest," Nicole said. "Can we not just go back to our hotel and have our own party?" she asked. "Suppose it saves us from getting lost later," Paul said looking towards Mark, winking. Sarah perked up, "We can grab the bottles from our rooms and hit the minibars if we have to. Remember Steve said all expenses paid." Finishing her wine and standing she continued, "Ooh. Room service, it's sounding good to me." The others looked at Holly and Mark who in turn looked at each other, Mark nodded. Holly finished her drink and stood holding her hand out for Nicole to take, "OK, back to our hotel it is." ... Waiting for their limo to arrive the group had realised that Mark was missing, the girls texted him while Sarah searched the lobby. Paul went to head back inside to search for him when the apprentice reappeared, casually strolling over to them. "Did you get lost?" Paul asked. The girls sniggered, following Holly's gaze Paul understood why, his fly was open. "Flying low Mark," Holly said. He remained oblivious. "Hey buddy but the mouse back in the house," Sarah said. Paul pointed at her with a look of recognition and they both excitedly chorused, "Friends!" Mark still unaware his flies were open looked puzzled at his colleagues, "I don't get it," he said. "Your flies are down," Holly said slowly as she pointed at his crotch. Mark turned away pulling his fly back up as the others laughed. "I can't take you anywhere, little flasher," Sarah tutted. "You didn't see anything," Mark said turning back, "Unlike you earlier, Sarah. You were flashing your knickers to the whole room." "I was not," Sarah said in surprise. "She wasn't flashing her knickers," Paul said. "Thank you," Sarah smiled at Paul. "She was showing everyone her granny pants," Paul said with a laugh. Sarah was mortified, "Hey. No I wasn't." "Miss Sarah Peterson," a stern looking concierge said to the group, "Your car is waiting." "Cars here now, time to go," Paul said. He smirked at Sarah, "Come along granny knickers." Sarah went to hit him but remembering where they were and catching the concierge's look of disapproval she stopped herself, "You just wait. I'll get you back." ... After collecting the bottles of wine that their boss had had sent them they gathered for their little party in Sarah's room as it was the largest. They sat in the seated area within the bay window, arranging the seating into a semicircle around a low table. Sarah and Holly claimed a leather settee, Nicole took a chair next to Sarah and the guys begrudgingly used a leather chest seat that they moved from the foot of the bed. As they talked, Sarah and Nicole had found common ground in lecherous rich men, exchanging stories about wandering hands, bum smacks and blatant innuendos. "Well they don't do it with me anymore," Sarah said. "Of course they still do it to you, I saw that one guy making a grab for you just before we left," Nicole said. "Who? Oh Him? No, he's an old friend. That was just a bit of fun." Sarah sighed, "I'm heading towards forty, divorced, no more attention for me." Noticing the others were deep in their own conversation Nicole leaned in close to Sarah whispering, "Well Mark and Paul have both been flirting with you tonight." Sarah was taken aback, "Don't be silly, they're just having a bit of fun too. And Mark, he's just a young lad." Nicole simply nodded, looking unconvinced. Sarah added, "Anyway, I'm their boss." "Age is just a number. And so what, maybe Mark just wants to have..." Nicole grinned, "Fun." She picked up her glass, "And Paul, well didn't you kiss him earlier." "Don't be daft," Sarah said. She glanced over at the two guys feeling her face redden. "You know when I first started at Ennycorp I thought you and Paul were a couple," Nicole said. "Really? No, we're just good work mates," Sarah said staring at Paul. Paul noticed, "What?" he asked. "Nothing," Sarah said flustered, "talking about you, not to you." She scowled and he narrowed his eyes at her briefly and smiled. Nicole leaned back in her chair, smirked and sipped her wine. Holly, Paul and Mark discussed relationships, or lack of. Holly spoke about her recent break up, Paul touched upon his short lived marriage and Mark sat and listened. Holly suspected he either had a girlfriend or was private about his personal life. "So where did you work before Ennycorp Mark?" Paul asked, changing the subject. "I worked in a supermarket, in the butchers," Mark replied. "Really, did you get to cut stuff up, use big knives?" Holly asked. Mark stared at the wine glass cupped in his hands, a smile playing across his lips. "No, I was a meat packer." Holly and Paul laughed, Paul almost choked on his drink. "What's wrong with you?" Sarah asked as Paul wiped wine off his trousers. "Tell them what your old job was" Paul said. Mark sighed. "I was a meat packer." The other girls joined Holly in fits of giggles. "I always get this reaction, well that was my job description, so that's what I was," Mark said. Pouring a new drink Paul grinned, "I'd have just said I was a butcher, left it at that." Sarah was wiping her eyes. "OK, let me get this straight," she snorted, fighting hard not to laugh, "You pack meat?" The three girls burst into hysterics, Paul smirked. Mark shook his head and crossed his arms in a sulk. Noticing, Sarah put a hand on his leg. "Oh, Marky don't be like that we're only joking," she giggled, glancing at his crotch, "Anyway you should be proud to say you're packing meat." The laughing started again and Sarah fell back on the settee, her dress caught under her shifting high enough to expose the start of her buttock. Mark stared at what was on display, looking at Paul he saw that he had seen it too. Calming down, the three girls straightened themselves up. Sarah deftly regained her decorum, wiggling she pulled her dress down casting the guys a sheepish look that the others caught onto. Champagne Kiss "Were you flashing again?" Holly asked. "No" Sarah said sharply. "Almost," Paul said, "Flashing her granny knickers." There was a chorus of laughter. Sarah abruptly stood and headed to the bathroom. "Right I hate you all." "They're only messing" Nicole said with a concerned tone. "I know. I'm only nipping to the loo," Sarah replied over her shoulder. ... Sarah returned from the bathroom barefoot, having removed her tights. Holly had moved into her seat next to Nicole so she headed to the vacant spot on the settee next to the two guys. Nicole motioned to Sarah's bare feet as she sat. "Ooh. Good idea my feet are killing me," she said quickly slipping off her shoes. "Mine were aching," Sarah said reaching down and rubbing her foot. "Where's your granny tights Sarah?" Paul asked pointing at her bare legs. "Tights, yuk," Mark groaned. Sarah rounded on him, "What's wrong with them, you made that comment earlier, are you allergic or something?" "No, they're just, you know fiddly, they get in the way," Mark answered. "In the way of what?" Sarah asked. The girls stared at Mark waiting for a reply. All he could focus on was the three sexy pairs of legs on show as they perched on the edge of their seats. He was paying special attention to Nicole, shoeless and in black nylon, she caught his eye and he averted his gaze. "Actually I don't like tights either," Nicole said. "Yeah I'm not a fan, they make you sweaty," Holly said. "Crotch rot," Paul said with a grin. The three girls made noises of revulsion. Sarah grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. "That's disgusting Paul, you're horrible, you dirty bastard." "What? It's true though isn't it, tights make you all sweaty down there," he said dodging another pillow thrown by Holly this time. "Well I don't wear them," Nicole said. Mark's heart raced at the admission, his eyes automatically drawn to her long legs clad in nylon. The redhead caught him looking again and gave him a knowing smile. "Now you know why I always wear trousers at work," Sarah said. "So you don't get crotch rot," Paul said, laughing. Sarah searched for something else to throw, "All you've done is bully me tonight." "Diddums" Paul joked, pouting at her. "No. I dress professionally. I dress for work not to be fashionable or flaunt it. So I don't wear tiny skirts thank you very much." The guys both instinctively looked at Nicole. "Hey. What. No. That's not fair I don't wear skirts because of that," she whined. "Anyway Sarah you always seem to forget to fasten a few buttons," Holly said. Mark burst out laughing and Paul grinned. Sarah glared at them, astonished at Holly's remark. Paul nodded, "She's got you there." "Well you always seem to have your boobs on show," Holly added. "I do not, it's just that my buttons keep popping open," Sarah protested. "Well buy tops that fit then," Nicole said. Gasping, Sarah turned to Nicole, "You can talk Mrs my skirt is always half way up my arse." Holly smirked, Nicole glared at her friend. "Oh oops I'm sweet and cute, giggle" Nicole mimicked in a squeaky girly voice and fake laugh, exaggerating batting her eyelids, "Oops silly little me, giggle," she arched her back, "Oh is my jumper too tight, giggle, oh silly me." "Hey I was defending you before, bitch" Holly said lightly. "Takes one to know one." Holly stuck out her tongue and Nicole mimicked. "Eww, Nicole your tongue is so long," Sarah said. Nicole instinctively pursed her lips, self-conscious. "I missed it, let's see," Mark asked. Nicole shook her head, mouth tight shut. "Mines only small look," Holly stuck out her tiny rounded pink tongue. "I can touch my nose," Mark said proudly. "No you can't," Sarah said in disbelief, "Show me." Mark stuck his tongue out, snaking it upwards and touching the tip of his nose. Nicole recoiled squeamish, the others laughed. "That is freaky. Do it again," Sarah said excited. Mark repeated the action. Holly leaned in to Sarah whispering in her ear. "Holly!" Sarah cried. "What did she say?" Paul asked. "I can't repeat it." Nicole leaned in to Holly who whispered it to her. "Holly, you're terrible," Nicole said playfully shoving her away. "Oh that's not fair, what are you saying?" Mark asked. Sarah grinned at Holly who was mouthing "no." "Holly wanted to know if it could do other tricks." Sarah said. Holly hid her face in her hands, "Sarah you bitch," she shrieked as she used one hand to swat at Sarah with a pillow. Nicole tugged at the hem of her dress as it had ridden and she caught Mark peering at her legs again. "I don't dress that bad at work, do I?" she asked innocently. "Well no one can beat that old accounts girl, the one who practically wore belts not skirts," Paul said. "Oh yeah, what was her name?" Sarah asked. "It was Vanessa I think," Paul said taking a drink. "No, no it was something else," Sarah said, holding her forehead. Paul leaned forward, "Her name was Vanessa, long dark hair, really tanned. I never forget a name." Sarah looking quizzical and with a mouthful of drink flapped her free hand desperate to speak. Finally swallowing she announced triumphant, "Victoria, it was Victoria. I remember her now," she bounced excitedly, a hand holding the top of her dress to contain her barely supported breasts. The jiggling action drew both the guys' attention. "Ah yeah, it was Victoria," Paul snapped his finger, sitting back nodding to himself. "Vanessa," Sarah tutted narrowing her eyes at him, "I never forget a name," she said attempting to mimic his voice. A brief moment of silence followed their exchange. Paul was in thought, Mark checked his phone, and Nicole and Holly drank, silently toasting each other. "She wore the tiniest skirts, she was a right one wasn't she," Sarah said. "She was special," Paul replied making a gesture on his leg to indicate how short the skirts were. Mark nodded silent approval, stopping when he saw Nicole watching what they were doing, she smiled bemused, shaking her head. Sarah finished her wine and went to refill her glass, "Aye, she was a right one, the lads would follow her about, especially when she went up the stairs. They would stop her on them to ask something or just to chat and they would stand lower down, getting a good look up." "Wow, no way," Nicole gasped. Sarah nodded, "Yup, she wasn't bothered. She knew what they were doing. She would just stand on the stairs talking to them not a care in the world, putting on a show." Paul and Mark exchanged looks of unspoken male appreciation at what they were hearing. The girls noticed, giving disapproving glares. Paul chuckled shaking his head at their reaction. "Hey, don't you start," Sarah scolded, pointing at him. "I caught you doing it plenty of times." Paul held a hand to his chest. "Who? Me, never." "What happened to her?" Holly asked. "Oh she left not long before you three started," Sarah answered. She took a small sip of her drink, continuing. "Actually I think you now do her job Holly." "Wasn't she caught, how should I say, up to no good at that works do?" Paul asked topping up his glass. "Oh yeah, I remember now, she got off with one of the factory floor lads, they snuck under a stairwell thinking no one would find them," Sarah said. "Really? What happened?" Holly asked. "Well..." Sarah began to answer, pausing to take a drink, "...the toilets were at the top of the stairs they were underneath, and so everyone going to the toilets saw them at it." "And there were photos," Paul added grabbing a handful of crisps, popping one into his mouth. "Oh Yeah," Sarah briefly clasped a hand over her mouth, "People were using the little disposable cameras off the tables to take photos," she started to laugh, "The following week HR had a fit when the cameras came back, they had to remove all the not safe for work pictures." "I still can't believe they got developed," Paul said. "Did you get to see them?" Sarah asked. "Of course I did, Andy in HR is a good mate. He showed me them before they were binned." "Hey, he showed me as well," Sarah leant over Mark to high five Paul. Moving back she slipped off her seat a little, steadying herself she fumbled, grabbing Mark's crotch. "Oops," she smiled at him, mouthing a sorry and patting close to where she had groped. "Oh my God," Nicole said wide-eyed in realisation, "I get stopped by the guys at work on the stairs all the time!" The others laughed out loud. Nicole flustered, stammered a rambling defence about the length of her skirts. She noticed Paul wiping his eyes and laughing hard, her expression furious she animatedly rounded on him pointing an accusatory finger. "You," she shouted, "You stopped me on the stairs last week to talk about my weekend." The room went quiet as Nicole continued, "I thought it was strange as you never talk to me about stuff like that. And I was wearing a..." She paused, casting her eyes down realising what she was going to admit, "A skirt, short-ish skirt." "What," Paul responded, feigning innocence, "I have no idea what you're talking about? It was just an innocent exchange between two colleagues." "But you must have just been stood looking at me." Nicole petulantly whined. He glanced sideways at Mark indicating on his thigh the length of Nicole's skirt that day. "Hey," Nicole shrieked lunging at him trying to swat his hand. He dodged her once before she managed to hit him. Sitting back she grinned, the familiar twinkle in her eyes. "Perverts" Sarah said, "Men, the lot of them, and you," she drunkenly pointed her glass at Mark. "What?" Mark stammered holding his hands out. "I bet you're as bad as him," she said eying him suspiciously. She held his gaze for a moment, breaking into a smile she squeezed his thigh, "I'm only messing; I bet you're a sweetie." "I cannot believe what the guys at work have been doing," Nicole complained pouring a sizeable drink. "Well, it could be worse; at least you were wearing knickers," Sarah said with a cheeky grin. "Of course I wear underwear at work," Nicole responded indignant, "I don't want people looking at my foo." Mark was taking a drink, "Your what?" he spluttered, spitting some of his wine back into his glass. "So you only wear underwear at work?" Paul asked. "You don't want people looking at your what?" Holly added. "What did you say?" Sarah asked barely controlling her amusement. Nicole's face flushed. She hung her head in her hands. "I'm not saying it again," she said acting coy. "Did you just call it your foo?" Sarah asked, stifling laughter. Nicole perked up, snapping defiant, "Yes, well what do you call yours?" "What do I call my what?" "You know?" Nicole said motioning to Sarah's crotch with her glass, "Your foo foo." The group burst into laughter, except Nicole who dived back on the settee burying her head in a pillow. Her dress rose showing more of her stocking clad legs and the hint of a dark band appeared that Mark caught sight of. The laughter died down and she straightened herself up with a shy smile. "I call mine my penny," Holly announced taking a slow sip from her glass, purposefully looking away from everyone. "You have to be kidding," Paul said shaking his head. "What, what's wrong with that? It's better than the crude names you men call it," Nicole said. "You men," Paul said mocking in an imitation female voice. "You men," Mark parroted. "It's better than the C word," Sarah said. "What, carrot?" Mark said, evading Sarah who swiped at him holding her drink steady as she tried to connect. "Chicken, caravan... Czechoslovakia," Mark said, then he looked confused. "What?" Sarah asked, stopping her attacks. "I couldn't think of anymore words." "Aww," Sarah cooed grabbing him, hugging him into her chest. "Cat," Paul said. "Hey you," Sarah let Mark go, pointing at Paul, "Back in your box." "Is that what you call it?" Paul quipped. "Hey. No, no... that's rude" Sarah protested trying to get a word in over the others laughter. She was light-heartedly hitting Paul her fists clenched. "No, that's rude, you nasty boy, that's not what I call my mini." Paul and Mark exchanged looks, Nicole grinned and Holly turned away again pretending to be interested in a painting on the wall. There was a pause, Sarah glowered at Paul slowly shaking her head realising from his expression that he was going to say something. "Don't you dare," she said trying to keep a straight face. "I mean it," she said sitting back, crossing her arms and legs, one foot rocking. Paul held his hands out, "What?" he said desperately trying to supress a smile. "You're going to take the piss I can tell." Sarah said picking up a bottle, "Who wants a drink?" she held it towards Mark who declined. She then offered it to Nicole, who nodded and she poured wine into her glass, eying Paul. He grinned at her, mischief in his eyes. "Are you sure you should call it a mini when you wear big granny pants?" They burst out laughing as Nicole buried her face in a pillow, her dress crept up her thighs showing her thigh high lace tops. Realising, she adjusted herself, pulling her hem down and as she did she noticed Mark's gaze on her again. She stared back at him just as he rolled laughing sideways off his seat. Sarah was trying to get a word in as she stamped her feet, "No. No. I don't wear granny pants, stop it. Stop taking the piss," she whined. Despite her annoyance she was starting to laugh, especially after Mark fell off his seat, "Mark, you don't think I wear granny pants do you?" she asked. Mark was unable to respond, in fits of laughter he tried to get back up holding onto Paul for support but fell back again, giggling. "You're not funny. You're always picking on me, especially you Paul," Sarah said pouting and taking a drink overemphasising the action. After finishing her glass of wine and filling it again they had still not calmed down. Sarah abruptly stood, it got their attention. "Right," she said loudly, "I don't wear granny pants." With a deft action she removed her underwear from beneath her dress and held her tiny blue G-string hooked around a pinkie finger. "Do these look like granny pants," she said swinging them a little. ... The room fell into stunned silence. Sat casually smoothing her dress Sarah was satisfied she had proven a point. Mark, kneeling on the floor beside her, was slack jawed, his mind reeling at what had just happened. Nicole and Holly were equally dumbstruck. Amazed at what his oldest work colleague and friend had done, Paul silently mouthed at her, "What the fuck?" Nicole broke the silence, "Oh my God." "OK, gotta love your way of winning an argument girl." Holly said. "Sarah I cannot believe you..." Nicole started to say. "Oh, like you haven't done anything like that before." Sarah cut her off. Nicole's jaw clenched and with a huff she turned away from the group, toying with her hair. Sarah scooted to the edge of her seat to top up her glass, conscious about being commando she clamped her legs closed tight and pulled at her dress as she moved. Mark was staring and realising which area he was focussing on she gave him a wink, opening her legs slightly, not enough to flash but enough to tease. Performing the action thrilled her. "I sit corrected," Paul said. He raised his glass at Sarah and she returned the action. "I cannot believe that just happened," Holly said, shaking her head. "What happens on tour," Paul said. "Yes," Sarah said taking a quick drink, continuing, "What happens on tour stays on tour." There was a pause in the conversation. Sarah shifted and wriggled, getting accustom to the feel of not wearing underwear, noticing her male colleagues glances. Holly helped herself to snacks and Nicole sat with her arms and legs crossed, seething. Paul picked up on her demeanour. "Well?" he asked. "Well what?" Nicole replied sharply. Paul leaned forward, catching her narrow eyed stare, "Well. Have you taken your knickers off in a room full of people?" Holly and Sarah gasped. Nicole looked mortified and her face went red, she planted her head in her hands. "Paul you can't ask her that," Sarah said almost shrieking. "You said she had." "No I did not." Sarah said. "Yes you just did, you said like you haven't done something like that before," Paul replied. "She hasn't denied it," Mark said, smiling broadly. Nicole bit a nail, twirling her hair around a finger while absently looking at the ceiling, her cheeks flushed. "You have, haven't you?" Holly asked. "No... no," Nicole said, trying to hide her guilt. She had gone without underwear on many occasions, but was reluctant to admit it. Paul smirked, "Bet you have." "I know how to find out," Sarah said raising her glass, "I never ever went commando," she nodded and took a drink. Mark and Holly exchanged baffled looks. "I've played this game," Paul said, "Someone makes a statement. If it's true for you then you have to take a drink." He winked at Sarah, downing the last of his wine. "Paul you player," Sarah said, turning to Holly, "OK Holly, ever went commando?" Holly brought her glass to her mouth, giggling she looked at Mark over the rim and drank. Paul, Mark and Sarah cheered, turning to look at Nicole. "Come on Nicole, I never ever..." Sarah said prompting her with a hand gesture. "What about Mark," Nicole said, pointing at him. Sarah waved dismissively in his general direction. "Oh he's only a baby. He's a good boy. He's not done anything naughty like that." "Excuse me. I will have you know..." Mark said knocking back his drink. Paul gave him a high five. "Are you going commando now?" Holly said with a grin. "Not in them trousers," Paul said motioning to Mark's legs. "Well aren't you the dark horse," Sarah said casting a deliberate extended gaze at his crotch. Nicole shifted in her seat, "I know a better game, this one's too easy, especially if you know each other," she said. Paul shook his head pointing at her with his glass. "No. No. You can't back out now, we have all admitted it," he said spreading his arms. "Now we need to know if you have too," Sarah said. "Actually one of us is commando right now," Paul said grinning, glancing at Sarah. She gave him a stern look. "Well I haven't taken a drink," Nicole said with a shrug. "Well drink." Sarah said. "That's not the game though is it?" "Drink." A noticeable tension was building. "OK, OK let's play another game, what do you have in mind Nicole?" Paul asked. "I never ever went commando at work," Mark said raising his glass. "No, Mark sweetie we aren't playing that game anymore because princess doesn't like it," Sarah leaned over patting Mark's leg ignoring the evil stare from Nicole. Her breasts almost spilled from her dress as she grabbed him in a hug. "Sarah," Paul said in a warning tone. "What? I was just explaining to Marky why we aren't playing anymore," she said letting Mark go, ruffling his blond hair. Straightening up she remembered her vulnerable state and she tugged at her hem. Nicole glared at Sarah. Paul scowled and Sarah mimed him a silent "what." "Nicole what game do you have in mind?" Paul asked. "No its fine," Nicole said petulantly, "I'll play this one." Readying her glass she flicked her hair back and staring directly at Sarah she finished her drink in one go. ... The theme of the game stayed pretty much the same with Paul and Holly admitting they had joined the mile high club, but not together as Sarah had joked. They had all performed acts of public nudity, Mark admitted having sex in a lecture theatre at university and Paul was proud of having sex on five continents. Sarah was the only girl to admit to having slept with over ten people and there were looks of daggers after that round between her and Nicole as it was Nicole's turn and she did not drink. Mark played last, asking about porn star wings and after having to explain to the others what they were he wasn't happy when only Paul admitted to having all three. He hoped at least one of the girls would confess to having their brown.