Sarah

Nicole blanks for a second when she reads the slip. She had been so caught up in her thoughts for John that she'd almost forgotten there were other people in the game. Seeing Sarah on the paper she thinks about a few different possibilities but quickly dismiss them all. Swapping places with her would get Nicole closer to John but be suspiciously underwhelming. Making her cover up so she stopped almost flashing John with her deep cleavage every time she breathed had obvious benefits but it would only make Nicole seem jealous. Glancing at the others for inspiration her eyes rest on Matt and she remembers how annoyed he'd looked when Sarah was touching John's chest. That meant either Matt had a thing for John and Nicole really didn't know him as well as she thought, or he was interested in Sarah. Hopefully it was the latter since Nicole didn't need any more competition for her crush but fortunately she had a good idea for how to find out.

"Sarah, go sit on Matt's lap." Nicole announces, drawing the red haired girls attention away from John and on to her. For a second it looks like Sarah might say something but then she relents. "Fine." She sighs, putting a hand on John's thigh to push herself up and leaving it there a moment too long, much to Nicole's chagrin. "The sooner she's away form John the better." She thinks pursing her lips in frustration. Before she moves however she can't resist saying her goodbyes to John. "Don't get too lonely without me Elmo." She says, leaning down to playfully press his stomach again while also giving him another deep view of her cleavage. Her big breasts topped with hard nipples are almost falling out of her low cut dress as she straightness up and readjusts, making them jiggle as she tugs her dress up again. There's no way John didn't get an eyeful no matter how much of a gentleman he was being, but to his credit he tries to just play it off. "Haha, I think I'll manage." He replies, his eyes wide from the unexpectedly erotic sight.

Satisfied that she's given John plenty to think about while she's away Sarah turns and walks to her new seat, her dress once again threatening to expose her with every step as it salaciously rides up her thick thighs. Stopping in front of Matt she rests a hand on her hip as he stares up at her hourglass figure, lovestruck. "So, what position do you want me?" She asks, flipping her long red hair like a super model. Matt blushes so red that if her were a cartoon he'd have steam coming out his ears. "Not like that." Sarah clarifies with a laugh while Matt catches his breath. "I mean, how do you want me to sit on you?" She asks, making Matt blush furiously again. It seems like even without trying Sarah spoke in sexual double entendre. "Ooh, on my face please Miss Sarah." Tom chimes in with a high pitched imitation of Matt, hiding his mouth behind his hand like a lazy ventriloquist. "Hey, fuck off." Matt yells at him but Sarah pretends to fall for it. "Well if you insist Matt, let me know if you have to come up for air." She jokes, turning around and hiking up her dress so high that her sheer black panties are barely visible.

Matt's eyes go wide as dinner plates as Sarah's bubble butt looms towards him like two meteors squeezed into one tight pair of underwear about to crash down on him. When she gets close she abruptly stops and yanks her dress down. "Wow, you were really gonna let me you pervert." She laughs along with everyone else as Matt cringes in his seat, not able to look her in the eyes so recently after staring at her ass. "But seriously Matt, make a decision. Do you want to be looking at this." When she says that she smacks one hand playfully on her ass, making her legs jiggle slightly in their stockings. "Or these?" She finishes, stressing the word while tugging her neckline, threatening to spill her jugs from the confides of her tight dress and straining bra. Sitting with his jaw agape Matt takes a moment to swallow deeply before answering. "These. I mean, those." He stammers, his eyes glued to her large bouncy chest as he finally makes his decision.

"Good choice." Sarah rewards him with a smirk before putting one knee on to the couch beside him and swinging her other leg over him, pressing so close to his face that his nose is almost buried in her cleavage. While Sarah readjusts lower and lower so that her pelvis is almost grinding against him she keeps one hand firmly on the back of his head, holding him in place while her bust bounces and shakes only a few centimeters before his face. From the hypnotized look on his face Nicole doubted the hand was necessary but Sarah seemed to want to make sure he got a proper view. "So Matt has a crush on Sarah. Or he definitely does now after that display. At least now she's focused on Matt instead of John," She thinks, casting an eye to him as he watches Sarah wiggling in his friends lap, the smile on his face hopefully just from him being happy for his best mate.

Sarah's dress is so tight that with her legs spread like this the hem rides up so that half her ass is on full display, her sheer underwear doing nothing to conceal or minimize her curvaceous cheeks. She doesn't seem to care at all about the rest of the room getting an unobstructed view of her ass but Nicole can't help but seethe. When she'd given the dare she'd pictured Sarah facing forward well away from John, not with her backside practically mooning him. Shifting slightly on top of Matt Sarah almost twerks her ass a little without even meaning to.

When Sarah is finally comfortable with her position and satisfied that Matt's attention will never be anywhere else but her she turns to Nicole."So how long do you want me to do this for Nicole?" She asks, playing innocent although Nicole knows her real question is 'How long until I can go back to John?' "For as long as it's fun." Nicole replies, throwing her hands up nonchalantly. "Sounds vague." Sarah huffs, squeezing Matt's shoulders in her well manicured hands like an anxious cat kneading it's perch. "How about until someone gives you a dare that makes you move? Like, until you have to do something that you can't do from sitting on Matt?" Miranda suggests, to such general agreement that neither Sarah or Nicole can argue. "I guess I can't get up to get the hat either?" Sarah asks but before Nicole can give her a dispensation or pass the hat herself Sarah continues speaking. "It's okay, I got it."

With her knees pinned tightly to Matt's sides Sarah leans backward slowly, lithely arching her back like a gymnast as she does. When she's bent nearly double backwards she lazily reaches over her head with one arm to scoop up the hat. Still upside down she takes a final moment to shoot John a wink across the table, her heaving bosom almost spilling up and out of her dress as she does, before slowly sitting up again. The whole sight is a stunning display of flexibility and Nicole can't help but to be impressed. The others are wowed too, Tom going as far as wolf whistling while John gives a brief round of applause. "Woah, way to go girl." Miranda congratulates her. "All this time I thought you were joking about training to be a stripper." Miranda laughs while Sarah basks in the attention. "I told you pole dancing was a great way to stay in shape. Besides, I used to do gymnastics until these puppies came in and threw off my balance." As she speaks she claps both hands to her tits through her dress, pushing them up and down demonstratively and making Matt's eyes bounce in their sockets. "You still do gymnastics, don't you Nicole?" She asks snidely, her eyes trailing dismissively over Nicole's modest breasts that, even when she wears a push up bra and puffs out her chest, can't compare to Sarah's juicy melons.

Before Nicole can say anything in reply Sarah begins to rummage through the hat in search of a name, the hat bridging the small bit of space between her and Matt's chests. It's not long before Sarah comes up with a slip, waving it before Matt's eyes with a smile.