The task

Sarah sat alone at the table for a moment, clutching the hotel key card tightly in her hand. Her mouth was dry. She looked around the bar – handsome men everywhere, laughter, conversation, glances. But as soon as she caught someone’s eye, her heart pounded so hard she couldn’t bring herself to stand up.

She tried anyway.

She walked over to the bar, stood next to an attractive man in a suit and smiled shyly. “Hi… lovely evening, isn’t it?”

The man smiled politely back, nodded, and then turned back to the person he was talking to. Sarah stood there, left hanging. After twenty seconds, she crept back to her table, her cheeks burning.

Mia watched the whole thing from the sidelines and finally came over to her.

“Sweetie… what on earth are you doing?” she asked quietly, sitting down next to her. “You look as if you’re about to faint.”

“I can’t do this,” whispered Sarah desperately. “I don’t know how. I’m absolutely rubbish at it. They’re all staring at me and I… I just freeze up.”

Mia placed a hand on her thigh and squeezed gently.

“Take a deep breath. Relax. You’re gorgeous, you’re wearing a tight red dress with no knickers on, and you’ve been horny all day. It shows. You just need to flirt a bit. Smile. Maintain eye contact. The men will do the rest.”

Sarah nodded uncertainly.

Meanwhile, Leon was sitting in a dark alcove at the back of the bar, watching everything closely. He had a good view of Sarah and Mia. Mia stood up and pulled Sarah along with her.

“Come on. We’ll do this together.” She led Sarah over to a group of four men in their mid-thirties who were standing at the bar chatting. Mia immediately joined in with confidence. “Excuse me, lads – can we join you for a moment? My friend’s new here and doesn’t know anyone yet.”

The men were immediately interested. One of them, tall and with a dark beard, smiled directly at Sarah. They chatted for a few minutes. Sarah laughed politely, but was noticeably stiff. Mia jumped in and made a suggestive joke: “By the way, Sarah is very flexible. She’s just been to yoga today. I bet she can do things you can’t even imagine.”

The men laughed loudly. One in particular, with short blond hair and blue eyes, laughed heartily and looked at Sarah for a bit longer. Mia nudged Sarah discreetly and whispered: “The blond one. He thinks you’re hot. Give him a go.”

Sarah looked at him briefly, but shook her head almost imperceptibly. “Not my type… somehow too… smooth.”

Mia sighed quietly, ordered Sarah another strong cocktail and, after a few minutes, dragged her on to the next group. The second group was similar – four men, slightly younger, louder. Again, Mia tried to get Sarah talking. Again, Sarah didn’t laugh enough, was too reserved. The men quickly lost interest.

As they walked back to a small bar table, Mia turned to Sarah and looked her straight in the eye. “Sarah. Seriously now. Do you even want this?”

Sarah bit her lower lip.

“I… I don’t know. It’s harder than I thought. I’m totally nervous. They’re all looking at me like that… and I’m scared I’ll say something wrong or that they’ll think I’m weird…”

Mia gently cupped her face in both hands.

“You have to be open. You have to show that you want to have fun. Leon’s probably watching you right now. If you don’t at least give it a go now, he’ll be disappointed. Do you want to risk that?”

Sarah took a deep breath. The **** was slowly starting to kick in. She nodded.

“Okay… I’ll try again. This time… more openly.”

Mia smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Good girl. Go on then. Pick someone out. And this time, you go over there on your own. I’ll wait here.”

Sarah turned round and let her gaze wander slowly around the bar. Her heart was pounding in her throat. The hunt continued.

Sarah took a deep breath, squared her shoulders and set off on her own. First she tried her luck with a handsome man in his mid-thirties who was sitting alone at a small table. She smiled, sat down next to him and tried to strike up a conversation. After two minutes, he became visibly uncomfortable. “I’m sorry,” he said kindly but firmly. “I’m waiting for my wife. She should be here any minute.”

Sarah mumbled an apology and retreated, her cheeks burning.

Her next attempt was with two men at the bar – both stylish, well-groomed, and very much at ease with each other. Sarah flirted cautiously, laughing at their jokes. After a few minutes, it became clear that the two were a couple. One of them gave her a pitying smile and said, “You’re cute, but… we’re more into blokes.”

Dejected, Sarah went back to Mia.

“Please… help me again,” she whispered desperately. “I can’t do this on my own.”

Mia sighed, glanced briefly around the bar, then nodded.

“All right. Those two groups with the four lads are out of the running. Most of the others are either here with someone or obviously gay.” She paused briefly. “What about that waiter from earlier? The one who’s been staring at you the whole time.”

Sarah’s breath caught in her throat. “The waiter?! Mia… No!”

“Yes. Exactly him,” said Mia calmly. “He’s already seen you naked. He knows what you look like. That makes it easier. Go to him. Either you do this now, or we call the whole thing off. Then you’ll have to go to another party like this next month and suck loads of cocks.”

Sarah hesitated for a long time. Then she nodded, her knees weak.

She walked over to the bar, where the waiter was polishing glasses. He was in his mid-thirties, tall, with dark hair and stubble – not her type, but he had a piercing gaze.

“Hi…,” she began quietly, her voice uncertain. “I… um…”

Nothing sensible came out. Both were noticeably nervous. The barman smiled, but said nothing.

Sarah looked to Mia for help. Mia discreetly pointed to her own cleavage and made a movement as if she were pulling her dress down.

Sarah swallowed hard. Then she did it.

She slowly pulled the neckline of her red dress down with both hands until her full breasts were completely exposed. Her hard, pink nipples pointed straight at the waiter.

“I want to have some real fun tonight,” she said quietly but clearly. Her voice trembled. “I’m up for absolutely anything. A whole night. Everything.”