Maybe push her a bit more

Your hand reaches further forward, and you let your pinky trace the line where her leg meets her groin, aiming for the spot closest to her pussy. Beth stiffens, but says nothing, and doesn't even look up as she continues chatting with Emily.

Impressed, but thinking now of your teasing as a competition your hand climbs higher to her waist, and you gently tug once at her shirt, pulling it outward and away. You make sure you don't go to far, at least yet, gently tugging so Beth knows your plan. Beth taps the table, and when Emily is looking somewhere else, Beth glances at you. You pull again, and Beth looks down quickly at her shirt and her mouth goes slack. She sits up straight, however, and you tug at her shirt once more.

Beth coughs gently, and her face is a little apprehensive. You stop immediately, lightly patting her thigh before you turn to Sarah, who's looking over at the waitress. “I know I have to buy the margaritas with my own money, but does anyone else want something? I figure we can split the tab.” You grin at her.

“I'll grab the first round if I can buy everyone a drink I think that best fits their personality,” you tell her. Sarah looks at you curiously, but nods.

“This ought to be fun.” Beth looks over at you confused.

“The only catch is that you have to explain why I chose that drink,” you tell them. Your coworkers look at you, and Sarah shrugs. “I've done worse for a free drink,” she says slyly. Beth laughs, and shakes her head, a genuine smile on her face as she glances at the music writer. You all begin talking, and you are glad that you suggested the drink. The waitress comes over, and you look at her ample chest, comparing the waitress's size quickly to Emily's pert breasts. Emily seems to have a bit of an advantage in the size department, but you're not sure given the waitress's shirt and apron. You grin as you think of having both women standing next to each other to give them an official test, but then you grab a piece of paper from the notebook you tend to have on hand.

You write down the drink order and hand it to the waitress with the instructions on which of your office mates should get which drink. She nods, smiling as you instruct her as to who is who. She moves off to the bar with the drink order, and you lean back in your seat a bit.

You all chat for a while longer, your eyes moving between the three women as you talk. They all hold an interesting conversation, and you answer a few questions. The conversation likely lasts only a few minutes, but enough distractions happen that you are able to realize that you made the right decision.

Within moments, the drinks come back. Emily takes her cocktail, a Manhattan, and grins at you. Sarah whispers "Yes," as she grabs her margarita, and Beth gives you a sideways glance as she ponders her dirty martini.

"I'm going first," Sarah says. "Because I want to drink this, and because John nailed it. I'm a party girl, and you don't get a better party drink than this one." She winks at you and takes a sip. "Holy fuck, this is fantastic!" She immediately lets Emily have a sip and Emily nods after pulling on her water glass.

"That's pretty phenomenal," she agrees. "So balanced and light. You can barely taste the tequila, but it's there. Damn. These will get you hammered fast."

Sarah nods. "Maybe John will finally get laid tonight!" she jokes, and your eyes go wide, surprised. Emily and Beth laugh, and you eventually join in.

"Good call on the drink," she said, waving at you. "Like a glove." She takes a long pull on it.

Emily looks down at her cocktail and grins. "The drink of successful businesses, of organized people. Of snobs," she adds with an airy tone. You all laugh, and Emily lifts the glass up to sip the drink. "Oh damn, this is nice. Trying to get us all drunk?" she asks, licking her lips. Sarah laughs and Emily clinks her glass against the music writer's frozen beverage. Everyone turns to Beth.

She glances at you, and smiles. "Someone apparently thinks the boss has some dirty laundry under the clean exterior," Beth says, swirling the drink. "A nice classy drink with something just under the surface." She sips it and sighs. "Good drink, though," she offers. You nod in appreciation of Beth's performance, and she gives you a bit of a raised eyebrow as she takes a second sip.

"How'd we do?" Emily asks excitedly.

You laugh, and tell them that they all did well. You all laugh and start talking about the revelations as the women sip at their drinks. Eventually the waitress comes over, and you all make your orders. You notice Sarah and Emily engage in a debate about their favorite Mexican dish. As you glance at Beth she gives you a slight smile, and you feel her hand on yours. You give it a small squeeze, then gently slide out of her grip to lay your hand on her thigh again. Your fingers move more quickly this time, and you feel her spread them just enough once more.

"Are you ready to order?" a voice comes from behind you. Emily looks up brightly and Beth stiffens. You slide your hand off her thigh, and she glances at you, slowly turning a bit red. You don't make eye contact with the waitress as you all make your orders.

Emily immediately orders first, ordering a stewed pork meal that sounds amazing. Sarah orders some chicken tacos, marked as a specialty on the menu. Beth orders a burrito, mixing beef and chicken, and you order a taco salad. Sarah comments on you eating so healthily. "Maybe you should be in charge of shopping. We might be too drunk to do anything responsible." She giggles and Emily nods.

"Hell yes. John should definitely be in charge of shopping. And driving. And cleaning up after us," she adds. Beth and Sarah laugh, and you shake your head, grinning despite yourself. You and Beth seem to have ceased your game, which is fine, as you all engage in conversation. Within about fifteen minutes the food arrives, and everyone's focus shifts to the plate of food in front of them. You glance at Beth and catch the inside curve of her right breast.