The party starts with a bang...

Jack smirks, and looks over at Mr. McGill. He tilts his head slightly, seeing the young woman of questionable age. McGill, unsure of what just stumbled into the room, shrugs. Just then, a massive boom of thunder roars out, and all debate is silenced as the men enter the room and close the door with a chuckle.

"Stacie, hop on in the tub." Mr McGill says. She looks over, and nods; realizing how exposed she is. All of them stare at her toned, gorgeous ass as she walks over to it, climbs the ladder, and hops in. Mr McGill scoots over to her as the men peal off wet business jackets and loosen their ties. "Listen Stacie, we just need to entertain them for a little bit. A couple of them seam a bit hotheaded. Just go with whatever they want for a little while and they'll wander off." he said.

Stacie bit her lower lip, and nodded. Johnnie was already filling up a glass of Scotch and Soda from his pocket flask while one of the others, "Jim" from his name tag, was apparently getting ready to get in the hot tub with them. As he pulled off layer after layer of clothes, Mr McGill slid his arm around Stacie's waist. She gasped, but then he leaned over and said "if they think we are together they'll leave you alone." His big hand slid along her lower back and she let herself get pulled close to the coach until his arm was wrapped around her and his big hand was resting on her bare thigh.

"Jim" slid into the hot tub with a loud, drunken sigh. "Ahh. That's the ticket. Johnnie, Jack, you should hop in!" he said, his bloodshot eyes swinging from his friends back to Stacie. She unconsciously shrunk herself closer to her coach, crushing her firm young breasts against his arm. His hand slid down, between her thighs. Mr McGill did his best to contain his poker face as his erection throbbed to life beneath the water.

"So, anyone want a drink?" Johnnie said, holding up four shot glasses that were balanced precariously in his fingers. Stacie looked over at Mr McGill. He thought about what he was going to do, and a wicked thought entered his mind.

"Go ahead. Its just a shot. You'll be fine." he whispered. Stacie, her young body unaccustomed to **** or **** in any form, lifted a finger. She took the shot glass offered to her, and slammed it back. It tasted like pure, liquid fire. Mc Gill took a swig. "Hmm. Rum, high proof." he thought. The round went fast, and then another, and another.

Mr McGill felt her thighs relax after the third round. 'Stacie, are you okay?" he said, his hand sliding down and in until his pinky touched her bikini line.

"Oh yeah!" she said, enthusiastically drunkenly. "I'm good!" she said with a chuckle, and she stood up, shaking the water from herself. All of the men watched her, but it was Johnnie that reached up first and pulled her down into a giggling fit. and just like that, Stacie was now on the other side of the tub. Mr McGill saw Johnnie's hand immediately slide under the ultra tight bikini top and cup her left breast. Stacie turned to look at him, slightly confused as Jack's hand pulled her other breast free.

Jim leaned over to him, and said; "Look man, you can either be a gracious host, or bleeding pile on the floor. You go first, we understand. You fight us, well, Johnnie LOVES to fight.". He said as McGill saw the massive Bowie knife just out of reach in Johnnie's jeans. He watched as the two men sucked her nipples into their mouths. "Go on then, you are first up." Jim said.

"Mmm...Mmmrrr...McGill.....Ugh....!" Stacie said in a half slur, half moan. McGill looked around, and considered his options.