time for something else

Clark took the lead. "You're right. Let's kick this party up a notch."

"Ooh, what do you have in mind?" asked Abbie.

Clark swiftly unzipped his fly, and pulled out his rapidly growing cock. "I don't know, Abbie. I'm having trouble coming up with a good idea. How about you, Brad?"

Brad glanced at Clark, and then eyed Abbie from top to bottom. He pulled his dick out of his pants and stroked it a bit. "I wish I knew, Clark. I'm kind of at a loss."

Wayne pushed his pants straight down his legs, and his cock sprang to attention. "You guys know I never can think of anything."

Nate spoke last. "Look, Abbie, it is getting kind of late." He undid his pants, and slowly reached in to release his stiff dick. "If we're struggling this much to think of another activity, maybe it's time to call it a night."

Abbie looked at the four men, one after the next. She hopped down off the bar, and stood in the middle of the guys. "I get it. It's late. And I'm probably boring to all of you." She giggled, and was having trouble keeping a straight face during this silly banter. "I wish I could do something that would kind of, um, perk your interest. But I'm having a really hard, hard time ... coming ... up with a plan."

Abbie knelt down on the floor, and the men closed in around her.