"And Those Japanese Men Thought She Was A Prostitute !"

"And those Japanese men thought she was a prostitute !" Debbi heard the gales of laughter and Diane's loud voice holding court as she entered the bar. "Ah, talk of the devil" laughed Diane when she saw Debbi. "Or should I say enter the bimbo ? Glad you found some clothes !" The laughter continued as Debbi bristled. She was dressed simply in smart jeans and black t-shirt. Diane had a tight calf length brown dress on. "What can I get you to drink Debbi ?" asked Ingram. "Gin and tonic please" Debbi replied.

They all went through for dinner in the oak panelled dining room, with the mournful heads of various stuffed deer and boars looking down from the walls. Diane was remorseless with her teasing. "So do tell about your trip back to your room this afternoon" she pressed Debbi, though she already knew all that had happened from the girl in reception. "Ingram kindly lent me his jacket" Debbi tried to brush off the questioning. "Yes, but you even managed to be stupid enough to lose that didn't you ?" Diane persisted. Debbi reluctantly gave an abbreviated account of events in the lift. "And you can bet those Japanese men know how to recognise a hotel prostitute !" Diane howled with laughter. "Look here, you just got lucky this afternoon. I'm every bit as good as you and more" Debbi took the bait. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. If you need to think that to be able to cope. We all know the truth" Diane said dismissively, to grins from the others.

The two women continued to lock horns back in the bar. "Maybe you'd fare a little better in a physical challenge Debbi ?" Ingram suggested. "Do you play squash ?" he wondered. "You bet I do" Debbi replied fiercely. She hadn't in fact picked up a squash racket for over two years because of the pressure of work but she had been in the second tier on the squash ladder at her club. "How about you Diane ?" Ingram asked. "A little" Diane answered disingenuously and feigning a concerned expression, when she was actually a player of county standard and inter-varsity champ !

"Right, well you can hire rackets from reception. But the challenge needs to have some jeopardy" Ingram continued. "The challenge is that you race each other through the hotel to the squash courts and then the loser has to play the match in her underwear !" Diane again feigned concern but she had noted the wink that Ingram gave her. But Debbi had the bit between her teeth and the scent of ****. She looked at how she was dressed compared to Diane and had no doubt that she could out run her. "Let's up the ante" she cried. "Loser plays naked !" This cry attracted the attention of everyone else in the bar, as the course members cheered. "And the winner gets to keep the loser's clothes" Angela insisted !