Surely one drink couldn't hurt

"Ok, sure... thanks." Mark said as he awkwardly took a seat on the couch. He almost sank into the cushions, so plush was their sofa and as he regained his balance he turned to look at Vix, eyes drawn to her ample cleavage which threatened to spill from her tight singlet. When his gaze rose to meet hers he found her smiling at him as well, her gaze freezing him in place as his breath caught in his throat. He was shocked out of his daze by Andi plonking herself down beside him as Tish approached and handed him a tall drink.

"Skinny bitch..." she said. "Careful, it's stronger than it tastes."

Mark took a nervous sip, the fizzy drink tasting of nothing more than mineral water with lime. In fact it was quite refreshing. He looked between the three awkwardly until Tish broke the silence, asking Mark about himself. He told them about his work, his wife and his hobbies... all boring he realised and yet, they hovered over him as if he were explaining the meaning of life.

As soon as he had drained his drink Tish grabbed his glass and made him another, and as he was about to protest Andi placed a hand on his thigh causing him to freeze in shock. When Tish handed him back the glass he took a nervous gulp, the situation starting to get weirder as Mark was getting increasingly drunk. He decided he needed a moment.

"Excuse me but can I uh, use your bathroom please?" he asked as he awkwardly rose from the couch.

"Of course!" replied Tish stepping back to make way. As Mark exited the room he felt a hand on his back causing him to jump. Turning he saw Vix behind him, smiling at him mischievously. "Can I show you something first?" she asked and Mark's breath once more caught in his throat. As his eyes fell to her breasts he found himself nodding, then allowing himself to be pushed into into one of the rooms.