You need to clean up

You stand there staring up into the neck of the bottle for a moment, almost expecting it to miraculously refill and start pouring over you again, until you come to some sense and realise it is not going to happen.

As you lower the bottle from over your face, your eyes take in the sight before you, twelve horny men all watching your every movement, and you are shocked at what you have just done, and more-so, the fact you are standing there naked, your body running with champagne that is leaving sticky lines all down your body.

“Oh god, that was so fucking hot” you hear a familiar voice say, and you look to see Lucy sitting there staring at you along with all these guys, and as your eyes meet, you smile at her.

“I can’t believe I did it though” you tell her, although everyone in the room is as likely to hear as your best friend. “But now I’m all wet and sticky” you comment as you run a hand down your naked front.

“Well, I’m sure these nice gentlemen would be only too happy to help you clean up, won’t you guys?” You look around at the faces of the men as she asks her question, and see heads nod in agreement, although a few looks on those faces suggest maybe their idea of cleaning you up may not be a wet cloth and a towel.