Something helpful.

Claire, Martin and Theresa handed over their cards. Frankie closed her eyes and tossed a card at Drew with a laugh. Drew assembled the cards in front of him and began to read the options.

"Ok, we've got... don't speak for the rest of the game? Fuck that. Spend the rest of the game giving manual sex to another player, that's interesting... get drunk or high, or act like a member of the opposite sex. Didn't we already see those before?"

Martin interrupted. "Hey, Claire, that's our body to share, right?" Claire nodded and he turned to the group. "Anyone else wanna see those amazing tits?"

Theresa shrugged languidly. "Sure. What do you guys think?" Drew nodded vigorously and Frankie flashed a thumbs-up.

Claire shrugged and took off her shirt to reveal a lacy black bra. As she unhooked the back, she sighed. "I never got the fascination with these things. You know half of the world has a pair, right?"

"Not as good as those!" Frankie replied with a laugh. She bounced over to Claire and squeezed her right breast. Claire rolled her eyes and slapped Frankie's hand away.

"You know what?" Drew interjected. "If I get to choose who gets the handy, I'll do that one." He slid the card forward and Claire leaned forward with a mischievous grin.

"If you wanted a tour of the facilities, all you had to do was ask..." she purred. Drew ignored her and addressed Theresa.

"Hey Theresa, mind unzipping for me?"

Theresa's eyebrow's raised very slightly and she reached down. "Of course not, buddy. But why me? Claire's practically humping everyone's leg."

"Exactly," Drew replied. "Claire's too horny, and besides, it's everybody's body. Frankie's too... whatever."

"Silly!" she said in a singsong voice.

"Right. You're the one who's in control. You're chill, calm, unperturbed. I'd rather give you a slow-rolling orgasm than have one of these two braying like a donkey in my ear all night." He slid into the chair next to her and reached into her lap. She smiled warmly and put a hand over his.

"Aw, thanks. I'm definitely feeling chill, even with - ah! There you go. Even with your fingers inside me. I'd normally be mortified, but it's not really either of our fault. I can't help exposing my pussy to you any more than you can help sticking your fingers in it. Not our fault, right?"

Drew was slowly brushing his fingers along her slit. Theresa remained slouched, but her cheeks began to redden. Claire was watching them with obvious jealousy.

"Hey Martin, wanna race them?" she asked suddenly. Martin blushed slightly so she walked around the table to him. She was pleased to note that he couldn't keep his eyes off of her chest. She pulled up a chair and sat down next to him, unzipping her jeans.

Martin cleared his throat nervously. "You want me to-"

"Yeah," she said with a grin, and **** his hand against her crotch. Martin yelped in surprise, but began to make slow, sensual circles with his thumb. Frankie frowned.

"How come nobody wants to fingerbang me?" she complained. "I bet my pussy's even better than theirs! Or at least better than Theresa's."

Theresa silently raised a middle finger with no real malice. Frankie burst into laughter at that, unable to work up any concern about upsetting her friends. After her laughter died down, she looked around the room at the two women in lazy ecstasy and the men who were giving it to them. She shrugged and began to remove her clothes.

Theresa interjected. "Hey, Frankie! What are you doing?"

"Taking everything off," Frankie said eagerly. "It's not my fault! I just wanna get in on the action. I don't care if y'all see me naked."

"You don't care about anything," Theresa pointed out breathlessly. "You can't take anything seriously, remember?"

"Good point!" Frankie said as she removed her panties, leaving her completely nude. She walked over to Theresa and deliberately stood so that her thatch of pubic hair was inches from the other woman's face. "And you're chill enough that I can shove this in your face and you don't care."

"Touché," Theresa said. "Now jerk Drew off."