A cup of tea found my hand. This was as perfect an afternoon as I could have wished for. We sat and chatted some more. Sue disappeared for a while. Vicky hadn’t come back from the toilet. I leaned forwards.

‘Cath, is this ok? Tell me if I overstep the mark. I had my doubts back there… it was getting very… er… physical, sexual… intimate.’

‘Alex, it was wonderful. You’re a good actor. Or maybe you really are a teacher and that’s what you do to naughty girls?’ I shook my head and smiled. ‘Thought not.’

‘You’re all very different. How come you got together?’

‘Me and Martha were chatting one lunchtime at work a couple of years ago. I’d seen her around, but I hadn’t really spoken to her till then. Christ, she’s done some stuff in her time. I was in a right mess back then, ashamed to talk about the state I was in, but once she’d told me her background I opened up a bit, confided more. We became good friends - well, she’s my best friend now. When Sue started working in the store she sort of tagged onto us two, probably ‘cos we were the only ones who would talk to her after a while. You’ve seen what she’s like, speaks her mind, doesn’t seem to care what people think - some of the other women are right bitches, ganged up, instantly took against her. Sue knows how to use what she’s got, can sweet-talk the bosses too, gets away with murder… something else the other girls hold against her.’

‘I can imagine…’ I sipped my tea, then focussed on her again.

‘Sue can be really wild – always gets her tits out when she’s drunk, no matter where we are. Even dropped her knickers and showed her arse out the back window of the coach on a company trip to the races. Anything for a laugh. She’d have got the sack for that if anyone had seen her.’

‘You three sort of make sense… but Vicky seems like a fish out of water.’

‘Vicky was always a bit of a loner, always getting left out of girls nights out, trips, parties… so we took her under our wing, brought her out of herself a bit. She dresses a bit… what shall we say? Neutral? So, there’s rumours of her being a dyke… Yes, I know. It’s sad in this day and age but there it is. She can be more fun than she looks, but she’s having a bad time at home, needs a bit of confidence to sort her out.’

‘Or a few drinks?’ Cath nodded, knowingly. There was something hiding behind her pensive smile but I didn’t get a chance to ask what.

So, how did this… this fantasy, story thing all start? I just can’t imagine…’

‘It was Martha’s idea. Surprise, surprise! Asked us all round to her place for a meal. We got a bit tipsy… she got out a play she’d written - I tell yer, she’s done all sorts o’ things - we all thought… well, I thought, ‘Oh, no!’ but we soon got in the swing. She gave us all different parts to read and it was great fun. It was a bit naughty too and we were giggling, hiding our faces. The next time we went, we read another one, then started writing our own, all together. At a raunchy bit, Sue was doing the poses, pulling up her dress, showing her arse, pouting, licking her lips… all that stuff…and I took a couple of photos on me phone. Well, that really egged her on. We put them on the computer next to the relevant bits of the story – we were all a bit turned on and I even started posing a bit meself. Once the ice was broken, we weren’t embarrassed anymore, didn’t need quite so much wine to get us going. Vicky still doesn’t join in much, well, not in that way. She types them up, puts the long words in, checks all the grammar and stuff, adds the photos – she just loves to be a part of it and she’s great on the computer…

‘And the costumes?’ I nodded to her frock. ‘Where do you get them?’

‘Martha again. She just runs ‘em up’ The things that woman can do! We’re all in awe of her…’

Sue burst in wearing a short, black Lycra mini-dress and matching calf-length high-heel boots. This outfit really showed off her gorgeous thighs. Her gelled, blonde hair had a modern, punky style and a modicum of make-up enhanced her stunning looks. Large, hooped silver rings dangled from her ears and a diamond stud decorated her perfectly straight nose. She pranced around in front of me. My poor throbbing member ached to be freed from its confines.

‘Christ, you’re a very beautiful girl, Sue…’ Behind her, I caught Cath’s subtle though despairing expression at Sue’s impact on me, so I quickly added, ‘as are all you ladies. But where is Martha? Will I actually meet her?’

‘She’ll not be long - hates missing out on the fun. Come on.’ Sue clapped her hands together. ‘Go get changed, girl. And tell fucking Vicky to get a move on too.’ As soon as Cath left, Sue quietly confided: ‘I don’t know why Vicky’s here – she’s a waste of fucking time. Won’t join in half the stuff, hardly speaks. She’s not daft yer know, but she acts like a retard half the fucking time.’

Cath soon came back in equally sexy attire, hair restyled and make-up judiciously applied. I whistled my appreciation and Cath laughed, did a twirl. Vicky simply wandered back in and stood, smiling weakly. She looked much better out of the gingham. It had made the other two look younger, but it aged her. I couldn’t imagine she’d ever been a child, carefree and unselfconscious. She was painfully shy, but her black, low-cut dress and patent high-heels somehow seemed to give her the confidence to stand a little straighter. The long dark wig also did something… maybe just hid her miserable face. And as she acclimatised to her sexy new clothes, gravity seemed to be miraculously leaving her. I remembered what Cath had said about her usual attire and realised she must have felt very exposed, maybe even a little ridiculous at first. But she was growing. A few hours dressed like that and her head might even have been held high. With her painted eyes, longer lashes and accentuated lips I began to see why someone might find her attractive. And then, as she pulled her shoulders back for the first time, I noticed her fantastic breasts, like two juicy grapefruits bulging out of a black bag. A spoonful of sugar and I’d have consumed them in seconds. She caught me gawping and she slumped, instantly deflated, returned to the old Vicky. Cath was wearing a purple silk blouse and short black skirt. Her slender heels were very high and raised her to about five feet six. Sue was the prettiest there, had the best physique, but I thought Cath - though she wouldn’t have believed me - was the sexiest. She saw me appreciating her ample curves and coloured a little. I tried to imagine an hour in bed with both of them: the best of all worlds. Heaven.

‘We’re going down to the bar. Alex, meet us there in two minutes.’ And they were gone, with their cackles and Vicky trailing behind them in a cloud of perfume.

I ordered a soft drink and looked around at the shining glass and chrome. The mirrored room looked bigger than it really was and the reflections were confusing. Where were they? The floor plan was a letter T, with the bar, staffed by a smart, young blonde guy, along one of the long sides, opposite the door. I found a spot in the T’s crossbar, where I could see most of the tables, and sat down. There were two blokes talking business a little louder than they needed to, sitting at the junction of the T. After a couple of anxious minutes, Sue strode in and went straight to the bar. She looked great and would have turned my head whether I knew her or not, blonde spiky hair contrasting with the black Lycra that hugged her every curve. The two guys looked at her very approvingly, but she blanked both them and me. She paid from the little black bag she carried and came to sit in the corner opposite to me. I caught her eye and smiled but her face showed no reaction. Where were the others? From its parallel, opposite world, my reflection stared back at me and I smoothed down my hair. When I refocused back on Sue, she had placed her right foot on her left knee and I noticed her dress had ridden up. A triangle of red was peeping from between her thighs. She seemed oblivious, took out a tiny file and abstractedly started to smooth her nails.

‘Excuse me.’ Her voice was somehow different and she unexpectedly spoke to me. ‘Has there been two women in here?’ Her blue eyes dared me to look down. I shook my head. She coughed, raised her voice, spoke to the two middle-aged men seated at the junction of the ‘T’. Their circular table was a car crash of coffee cups, mobile phones, papers and binders. A laptop was partially buried by the carnage. ‘Boys, have you see two women come in here?’ As they turned they flushed, really tried to not look at her crotch, but failed miserably. They looked at each other, shook their heads.

‘N…n…no. Join us till they get here if you like.’ The one who spoke scraped his shiny, tubular chair back, began to stand.’ What are you drinking.’ Sue’s patronising tilt of the head and half smile knocked him back into his seat. She was playing this really well and continued as if he’d never spoken.

‘Wonder where they are…’ Her dress rode up more as she sank into the seat. Crimson silk. Then to herself: ‘Hope I’ve got the right place.’ The men looked her up and down, turned to each other and smirked, then settled back into their sales projections. Sue waited about a minute, then stood and pulled her knickers down to her knees. She sat back down and continued filing. What if they look at her again? What if someone else comes over? The waiter? How can she explain what she’s done? The tension was unbearable. Come on Sue, what are you playing at? She seemed to be counting in her head, then dipped forward. When she sat back up her knickers were around her ankles. Again she counted, then stepped out of them, finished her drink and got up to go, leaving the expensive-looking underwear on the floor. As she passed my table she stopped, bent over, rubbed an imaginary scuff from her boots and pushed her beautiful bare arse into my face. The ruler marks were almost gone. Then she straightened up, pulled down her tight dress and strode to the door.

‘Miss! Excuse me!’ She stopped and turned. I retrieved her knickers from the corner. The ghost of her body resided in them, decanted its warmth into my fingers. ‘You dropped these.’ I calmly walked towards her and handed them over in front of the two guys at the next table. Pens poised, they stopped their patter and once again became Sue’s playthings. She opened up the bunched material and examined it, sniffed it.

‘Don’t think so…’ and she frowned, quizzically placed an index finger on her chin and looked down. A white pearl pierced her tongue and it rolled sensuously across her lips. She pinched the hem of her dress between the thumb and index finger of her right hand. Three highly aroused males held their breath in disbelief. In time with our rising cocks, her hand inched the material up her smooth, bronzed thighs… higher… so slowly… higher still. Oh, my. I didn’t believe what I was witnessing. One of the men gulped. My mouth suddenly watered and I swallowed as quietly as I could. When her hand reached the diamante-pierced belly button she stopped. The flesh below it was shaved bare and a silver ring pierced her swollen labia. Above her slit, in black felt-tip was an arrow pointing down to where her clitoris was barely hiding. Above that she had scribed ‘LICK HERE’ in an intricately scrolled font. I looked up at her face, shook my head in wonder. Again she was silently counting: four… five…

‘So I did. Thank you!’ She pulled down and smoothed her dress, wiggled her bottom, turned and swept from the room. The heavy glass door swung closed, but our three mouths were still wide open. Then I saw Cath at the foot of the ‘T’, noticed she was covertly holding a camera beneath the table. I’d no idea how long she’d been there. With Sue in that form the roof could have fallen in and we wouldn’t have noticed. The men looked up at me, then at each other, incredulous grins on their ruddy features.

‘Fucking hell, Geoff. Did you see that?’

‘Jesus! Lick here… fuck me!’ Laughter erupted from their pursed lips.

‘Where were they, mate? The knickers… where did you find them?’

‘Just on the floor, over there.’ They turned to look. I shrugged and started to move towards Cath, but she stood before I got there. Her eyes motioned to the door and we left together. Head bowed, she whispered as we walked.

‘Wow, Alex. That was great. She’ll have got a buzz from that. Well done.’ She squeezed my forearm ‘I knew you’d be right, soon as I read your first story.’

‘This is an extraordinary day! She’s an extraordinary girl…’

‘It’s not over yet, by any means. But I didn’t think she’d go so far, so soon. Your presence is affecting her… well, affecting us all in some way. What did she write? Well, Vicky wrote it for her, Sue can barely spell. She said she was going to do a message.’

‘Lick here…with an arrow, pointing…down, you know… to her, her labia ring?’

Cath doubled up in a fit of constrained giggles almost fell to the floor. Then she stopped, screwed up her freckled nose.

‘Vicky bottled it. She volunteered to do the same or something similar. Poor girl. I thought it was too much for her, but she insisted… till she got outside. I saw Sue leave her there before she came in. Think they fell out over it. Hope she’s OK.’

I pressed the buttons in the lift and we stood together facing the doors. They slid closed, completing our isolation and we started to rise.

‘What now?’ As I spoke, her serious green eyes asked their own question. Then she stepped up and kissed me. I froze for a moment, but she persevered and soon our lips and tongues were locked in a very passionate kiss. My erection pressed into her belly and she moaned. The doors pinged apart and we separated too. Vicky was standing there, wringing her hands together.

‘S…s…sorry, Cath. Let you all down… I wanted to, I really did… Sue looked so good - I knew they wouldn’t even look at me. I felt so fucking stupid, looking like this.’ Cath hugged her, whispered something to her. Vicky looked at me as if she’d seen me for the first time.

‘Go on!’ Cath nodded encouragement.

‘What here? I… I’m…’

‘Just do it. Don’t think, do it. Now!’ Vicky paused then pulled her own crimson silk knickers down to her knees. I just stared at her. It wasn’t sexy, it was ridiculous, a parody of Sue’s performance. She saw it in my eyes and slack jaw. The lift doors closed and we descended, leaving her there.

‘Oh, dear. That didn’t go well did it.’ Cath simply wanted to help, but had done more damage. And I’d made things worse too. She scratched her head, paced round the lift.

‘No, er… not well at all.’ When we returned to the second floor she was gone and I was doubly glad, because the two men from the bar were staying on our floor and had joined us for the upward journey. I avoided their eyes, hoped they didn’t start a conversation.

With silent relief I stepped out onto the deep red carpet. I was reminded of Sue’s knickers and felt my blood race once more. Opening the door to the suite we were met by Sue’s slapping high-fives, cackles and whoops of adrenalin-fired excitement. Vicky was almost invisible. She hunched a little more, withdrew to the bathroom as she caught my eye.

We talked Sue’s escapade through, chattering excitedly, laughing explosively. Cath connected the camera to her laptop and we huddled round the screen. She had caught the men’s faces and Sue’s almost bared arse as she lifted her hem. The camera was good enough quality to capture Sue’s reflection in the mirrored wall and Cath zoomed in on her face, saw the twisted smile of ecstasy as she exposed herself. My erection was noticeable too when she enlarged the shot. Sue pointed to it, giggled and her arm snaked around my shoulder. She pecked me on the cheek.

‘You naughty man! You made me do all that, egged me on. ‘Excuse me miss, are these yours?’ Really! I was just about to leave.’

‘You were never! You were doing all the egging.’ I laughed and she squeezed me again and smiled her gratitude through half closed eyelids.

‘What a fucking buzz… whooeee! Did you like my piercings, Alex?’ I blushed and her lips touched my ears as she whispered something I couldn’t decipher. Cath looked at her uneasily and visibly deflated, then checked herself and, with an obvious effort, filled with enthusiasm once more. Time to go again…