	Dinner is Served





Zoe felt quite excited as she pushed open the door to the flat she shared with Esther. 
Tonight was the night of the dinner party for which they'd been preparing for ever 
such a long time. Ever since the last such party in fact. That one had been such a success 
that they could hardly wait to get another organised. She smiled at her reflection 
in the hall mirror as she slipped off the denim jacket she'd been wearing. It had been 
so much fun her pussy had been sore for a week. She could hear a chop chop chop 
sound coming from the kitchen. 

"Esther! Is that you?" Zoe cried. 

"Of course. Who else could it be? I'm just preparing the vegetables. Do you 
want to come and help?"  

"I'll have to change first," Zoe laughed, glancing down at her smart casual 
cotton trousers and blouse. She wandered into the kitchen, where Esther stood with 
her back to her, busy slicing up the courgettes and aubergines. "Hey, you've hardly 
got anything on." 

Esther turned round to face Zoe. "What do you mean? I'm wearing an apron." 
This much was true. The straps were over the shoulders and the bib came half way 
down her thighs, but from behind all Zoe could see was naked flesh and Esther's pert 
round bum. "I'm just getting into the mood for the party."

"Ooh!" Zoe sighed, taking her flatmate by her shoulders and resting her chin 
on her bare shoulder. "Just seeing you like this makes me feel pretty much in the 
mood already."

Esther lay down her knife and turned round to face Zoe, so that the stiff cold 
plastic of the apron, and its pictures of pre-Raphaelite nudes, were pressed against 
Zoe's blouse. She stood on her toes so that her mouth was the same height as Zoe's 
mouth and kissed her tenderly on the lips. "I know! Just having you here makes me 
feel pretty much in the mood already. But we haven't got the time. There's a lot of 
preparation to get through before the guests arrive. And besides, I don't want to be 
worn out before the party's even begun!"

Zoe laughed, and kissed Esther full on the mouth, while looping an arm 
around her bare waist. "You're so right. I'll prepare the dining room and 
everything else before I join you in preparing the food. I'm sure you can manage on 
your own for just a little longer."

The excitement just kept on building until the food was at last ready and 
placed in the oven, the carpet vacuumed and the places laid at the table for all the 
guests. Zoe counted the chairs. There were nine chairs laid out, and the tenth one 
could be pulled in should there be an extra guest. Zoe visualised her guests. Places for 
Adrian and Steve, Jane and Martin, Noelle and Mark, and, of course, Pauline who 
never seemed to have a steady partner but never seemed to have any difficulty in 
picking up casual ones. She totted it up. Four men. Five women. More women than 
men. Not that Zoe really minded. She'd never really been sure what her preference 
was. But as she thought about the feel and thrust of a good man's cock, she wasn't 
sure that the balance was really right. Anyway, how could she be sure that Adrian 
and Steve would willingly share themselves with the girls? And when she said 'girls', 
she really meant herself.

Bach's Adagio and Fugue trilled down the hallway in a rendition the German 
master would probably not have been flattered by. Zoe picked up the phone. "Hi! Who 
is it?" she asked breathlessly. This was always her biggest fear before a party. 
Someone ringing in to say they couldn't come. It was Pauline. Shit! Zoe almost said 
out loud. That girl was so fucking unreliable. No wonder she never kept her 
boyfriends for more than a week at a time. But Zoe needn't have worried. Pauline had 
met a man a few days ago at the office restaurant, and she'd invited him to come over 
that night. And then she'd noticed that the date clashed with the party, so she 
wondered whether she could bring him along. His name was Nigel. 

Zoe smiled. If nothing else it evened up the numbers. Perhaps she'd get a bit of 
cock tonight after all. "Of course he can come. The more the merrier. But make sure 
you bring enough wine. We've only got the one crate in."

Pauline laughed on the other side of the phone. "And I'll bring a dildo as well. 
You'll love it, Zoe. It's a real wowser!"

Zoe could feel the juice between her legs loosen with anticipation. "As long as 
you bring yourself along. That's what really matters."

It took ages for Zoe and Esther to work out what to wear to the party as the 
food was slowly cooking in the oven. Zoe settled on a black blouse that opened ever 
so revealingly to reveal the swell of her relatively modest bosom, and a short skirt that 
rode quite high up her slim thighs. 

Esther was typically less modest, choosing a top that bared her arms and waist, and 
emphasised her much larger breasts. She chose not to wear a skirt or trousers, but a 
strap-on dildo that dangled down onto her inner thigh. It looked quite realistic with 
plastic veins and a bulbous head. She combed her straight dyed-blonde hair, which framed 
her face and showed off the beauty of her long neck. 

Zoe's own hair was bushy and dark brown, and showed off her own slim neck and angular 
shoulders. She gazed at her reflection. Her eyelids were light blue and her lips were painted 
a dark seductive red. Behind her she could see the dildo bouncing up and down, and swaying 
side-to-side as Esther vigorously combed her hair. God! Zoe could really do with a cock 
tonight! A strap-on might do, but it never felt as warm as a man's prick. And it never had 
that pulsing beat of the veins against her sensitive cunt-lips. Please let it be so!

The guests soon arrived. First were Adrian and Steve, dressed as always in 
jeans and tight tee shirts that showed off the rewards of their many dedicated hours in 
the gym. They kissed Zoe and Esther tenderly on the cheeks, and waltzed hand-in-
hand into the living room where, as always, they were soon leafing through the pile of 
magazines stacked up on the coffee table. 

Then there was Jane and Martin both dressed in leather. Jane just loved the sight of 
Esther's dildo. While Martin kissed Zoe long and lingeringly, his leather singlet brushing 
against the nipples under her blouse, Jane knelt down and playfully ran her tongue up and 
down the length of the plastic toy. But this was just foreplay. The couple strode into the 
living room and chatted to the two men who still held onto their magazines, and, as they 
always did, started riffling through the girls' CD collection to find some chill-out dance 
music. 

Noelle and Mark arrived a few minutes later. Mark was wearing a shirt and tie, jacket and 
trousers: dressed more like the executive he was during the day rather than a 
partygoer. Noelle was rather more unrestrained. She wore a tight strapless dress that 
emphasised the heave of her breasts and the long neck that curved up to her inch-long 
hair. 

The couples sat in the living room, nibbling on canapés, nachos and dips, with 
glasses of white wine and, in Noelle's case a glass of sherry. Mark pulled out a small 
packet and started skinning up a fat one on the cover of Business Weekly. Jane was 
spreading Esther's CDs about the floor and selecting tunes that she particularly 
enjoyed. Zoe wasn't sure she appreciated all Jane's taste. She was looking forward to 
when she could wrest the stereo off Jane and put on some restful jazz or some ambient 
drum and bass. 

Finally, Mark's joint had been round the room a couple of times, the nibbles 
were mostly finished, and still Pauline hadn't arrived. This was only to be expected. 
The girl was so fucking unreliable! But Esther decided that it wasn't a good idea to 
wait, or the potatoes would get burnt and the vegetables too soggy. So the party 
adjourned to the dining room section of the living room, while Zoe slipped on a Nitin 
Sawhney album she thought would better suit the ambience than fucking Armand Van 
Helden. 

It was only when the plates were set out and forks and knives were poised to 
tuck in, that the sitar sounds were interrupted by the strangled sound of the Fanfare for 
the Common Man. It was the doorbell. Zoe leaped out of her seat. After all, Pauline 
had been her friend longer than she had known Esther. She ran to the door, partly 
miffed at Pauline's lateness, but relieved she'd turned up at all.

Pauline was there at the door with that sweet winning smile that always melted 
Zoe's heart however undependable her friend was. She was wearing a smart trouser 
suit with a wide tie over her blouse and pushed forward by the thrust of her bosom. 

"Hi! Meet Nigel," she said, standing to one side so that Zoe could see her 
chaperone. Zoe smiled, but was slightly alarmed. Nice looking though Nigel was, he 
didn't really look the kind of guy you'd expect to find at the sort of party she and 
Esther were holding. He was well built, quite tall, with averagely short curly brown 
hair, a short-sleeved blue shirt and neatly creased trousers. This in itself was not what 
alarmed Zoe. After all, how did she expect her guests to dress? In fucking manacles 
and black leather hoods? What concerned Zoe were his disarmingly pleasant smile 
and his polite demeanour. 

"Hello, Nigel," Zoe said with as welcoming a smile as she could muster, but as 
soon as she could she gave Pauline a quizzical glare. "Shall we take your bottle into 
the kitchen so we can cool it in the fridge?" 

As Nigel walked ahead into the kitchen carrying his bottle, Zoe whispered 
urgently to Pauline. "Does Nigel know what sort of party this is?"

Pauline smiled. "Well. Not really. I didn't want to put him off coming."

"Coming? Does he 'come' in any sense of the word? Has he, for instance, 
'come' in you, Pauline?"

"Well, not yet, sweetest. But I'm sure he will."

Zoe screwed up her face. This could be embarrassing. But the die was cast 
now. There was no way back now that Nigel had passed the threshold. He wandered 
back to the girls, smiling appreciatively.

"You've sure got a nice place here. Esther. Or is it Zoe?"

"Zoe," the hostess corrected him. "Yes, but it cost a lot. Property prices. You 
know. I couldn't have afforded it by myself."

"Oh. So that's why you share with Esther."

Zoe didn't choose to correct him this time. "Come on, you two. Dinner is 
served."

She pushed open the door to the dining room where the other guests were 
already eating. Zoe noted with relief that nobody was behaving in any way that might 
have alarmed Nigel. Indeed, the dinner party looked decidedly unthreatening, and 
plates of food were laid out for the two latecomers.

And then Esther stood up to greet her guests. Zoe felt a certain anxiety at this 
point. How would Nigel react as Esther walked towards them, her dildo swaying 
gently in front of her and a glimpse of nipple seeking to escape from her skimpy top? 
She regarded Nigel and noted that he had visibly blanched. 

"Hi there, Pauline. Glad you could make it," Esther said, kissing her on the 
lips. "And you must be Nigel?" She kissed him gently on the cheeks.

Nigel's voice seemed to be failing him. "Er. Yes. That's me. That's who I 
am," he replied uncertainly.

"Well, I hope you enjoy your meal. Pauline didn't tell me whether you were a 
vegetarian, but you needn't worry. Zoe's a vegetarian herself, so there's no meat 
here."

Zoe was sure that Nigel's anxiety wasn't caused by dietary concerns. But he 
took his seat between Pauline and Adrian, just opposite Mark and herself. She could 
see Nigel exchange worried glances with Pauline, but she merely smiled in that 
ambiguous way she excelled in and shrugged her shoulders. 

The conversation over the meal was fairly unexceptional. Jane chatted about 
the nightclubs she'd been to and how she was beginning to get a bit old for that sort of 
thing. Mark discussed recent movements on the stock exchange. Adrian and Steve 
competed with each other to express the greater enthusiasm for some musical they'd 
seen. Esther presided over it all with her usual skill, ensuring that nobody dominated 
the conversation and that boring subjects weren't pursued beyond other guests' 
endurance. Zoe watched Pauline and Nigel chat, and was interested in observing how 
his expression alternated from interest in his partner to discomfort in his environment. 
Every now and then he would glance towards Esther, perhaps visualising her dildo 
under the table. Or perhaps regarding her nipple as it occasionally popped out from 
the cleavage of her top.

Adrian started chatting to Nigel, which at first troubled Zoe. Perhaps Nigel 
was gay himself, and this party would just disintegrate into two separate groups of 
exclusive homosexual preference. However, she could tell from Adrian's expression 
that Nigel was not even aware that he was being chatted up and that Adrian was 
getting nowhere at all with this little fishy. 

"So, Nigel, you work at the same place as Pauline?" Zoe wondered, noticing 
that his companion was having a rather animated conversation with Martin about 
drugs and dance music. 

Nigel looked at her gratefully. He had noticed that Adrian had shifted his 
attention to Mark who was much less choosy than him and had perhaps began to 
realise what Adrian liked most in a man. "Well, we share the same staff restaurant. 
I'm a systems analyst on the ZEN project..."

"'Zen'? Sounds a bit mystical."

"No, it's just an acronym. It's a fund management system."

"Oh really," said Zoe, regretting already this turn in the conversation. She 
glanced around her in the hope that she could change the focus toward some other 
conversationalist. She latched onto Pauline. "What do you know about 'ZEN', 
Pauline?"

"Bugger all!" Pauline laughed. "Is Nigel talking shop again?" She placed a 
firm hand on his upper leg, and Zoe could see him visibly jump. "I don't know 
anything about 'Zen', but I wouldn't mind trying out some Tantric Sex."

At this, almost everyone on the table chortled and laughed in a way that 
alarmed Nigel even more. Even he realised that what she'd said wasn't really that 
funny.

After the pudding and coffees, everyone was beginning to get a little nervous. 
How was it all going to progress to the next stage? A strange quietness descended on 
the party, broken when Esther stood up and announced she'd better clear up the dirty 
plates.

This was Pauline's cue. She smiled broadly and stood up in front of Esther and 
boldly grasped the dildo protruding from her crotch. "Oh don't worry about that, 
Esther. I'm sure we can sort that out in the morning." She then angled her face 
towards Esther whose mouth almost immediately made contact with Pauline's lips. 
And then the two began kissing each other, their arms around each other, and Pauline 
seizing Esther's dildo and employing it as if it were real. 

And following the two girls' example, the party came to its second phase. 
Adrian and Mark and Steve collapsed on the sofa in a mass of testosterone charged 
urgency. Noelle and Martin fell onto Jane. And there was Zoe looking around at the 
three groups with which she could so easily engage herself, but concerned also about 
Nigel. What would he do? 

He was still sitting at his chair at the table, staring in disbelief and surprise as 
his date for the night was divesting herself of her clothes and taking Esther's dildo 
into her mouth. He had a half-empty glass of wine in his hand, which he held up 
halfway towards his mouth, but he was not sure what to do with it. Zoe stood up from 
the armchair where she'd been sitting, daintily stepped over Noelle's bare outstretched 
legs on the carpet and picked up the leather trousers that she'd pulled off. She walked 
over to Nigel, carrying the trousers over her arm, slyly unbuttoning her blouse as she 
strode forward.

"Was this the sort of party you thought you'd be coming to?" she asked with a 
smile.

Nigel looked up at her. His face was contorted with a mixture of 
embarrassment and excitement. He stuttered. "I didn't... I had no idea that... And 
Pauline... She's..."

Zoe pulled open her blouse, letting free her breasts, and then tugged it off and 
left it by the side of Noelle's trousers on a chair. She stood opposite the seated Nigel, 
topless and herself slightly embarrassed to be presenting herself so shamelessly. 
"Pauline's just sex mad. As we all are. So, come on Nigel. Let's see what you have to 
offer!"

Nigel went an even redder hue. "I'm not sure... It's not quite... If I'd 
known..." And then without another word, he suddenly stood out of his seat and 
rushed straight out of the living room and into the hallway.

"Shit!" snarled Zoe. This was what she'd been afraid of. Nigel was a real party 
pooper. She looked around her. The three men were busy on the sofa. Adrian had 
Mark's penis deep inside his mouth, while Steve was probing his tongue around the 
puckered hole of Adrian's anus. Esther had pushed her dildo into Pauline's cunt and 
the two girls were pretending to enjoy something that was clearly relatively 
uncomfortable and unnatural, while their mouths continued to grapple. The third 
group on the floor was actually the most completely unclothed. Martin's penis 
thrusting away into Noelle's cunt while Jane was kissing her husband with one arm 
around Noelle's bare back. Which group should Zoe join? She knew that the one 
where she'd be most welcome would be with Pauline and Esther. But Esther could 
have her any time. It was cock that Zoe wanted. And the only one not so far answered 
for had just left the room. 

Zoe sighed. She pushed open the living room door and strode into the empty 
hallway. She eased the door shut behind her, obscuring the portentous sounds of 
Orbital and the groans, grunts, giggles and occasional shrieks of her guests. Where the 
fuck had Nigel gone? And should she just count her blessings and join Pauline and 
Esther? After all, a dildo mightn't be a cock but it was a hard thing that might just 
about satisfy a soft place.

"Nigel! Where are you?" Zoe shouted, knowing full well that he was most 
likely to be skulking in the kitchen. She pulled off her skirt. It had been so 
uncomfortable. And she'd got no further use for it. She wandered through the open 
kitchen door, wearing just her knickers, to see Nigel sitting disconsolately on the stool 
with a glass in his hand that he'd just refilled with the red cooking wine that Esther 
had left on the breakfast table. "What are you doing here, Nigel?" 

He glanced up at Zoe with a slightly pained expression. He smiled wanly, but 
tried not to stare directly at Zoe's breasts. "I'm not sure. I don't know. Waiting for 
Pauline, I suppose."

Zoe laughed. "Then you're going to be waiting for a fuck of a long time then, 
Nigel. Pauline's usually the last to leave any party."

Nigel sighed again. "I don't suppose I can wait for ever then. I wasn't 
expecting this. I don't know what I was expecting. Certainly not this, anyway."

Zoe strode right up behind Nigel where he was sitting and put her arms around 
his neck. "Well, Nigel. 'This' is exactly what this party's all about. Don't you think 
it's fun?"

Nigel was clearly struggling in his conflict between libido and what he 
considered to be decency. "It's just not. I mean. It's not. I was expecting a dinner 
party. Not an orgy."

"An orgy is when there's more than two people involved," Zoe reasoned. 
"There aren't more than two people here in this kitchen."

"But in the living room. And besides... I don't even know you. I came here 
with Pauline. And I thought..."

"Don't say you didn't think that you and Pauline wouldn't...?"

"Well, I thought it might be possible. But not usually until you've been seeing 
each other for a while. And... What are you doing?"

"Don't be alarmed, Nigel. I'm just examining the wares," smiled Zoe, who had 
sunk down to Nigel's knees and was unzipping his flies. She was glad he'd not worn 
jeans. They were a fucking pain to get open: so tight and all those fiddly buttons!

"I'm not sure you should be... I don't really know you..." stuttered Nigel as 
Zoe's hand delved into his front and tugged at his underpants. 

It wasn't quite as easy to get at his cock as she'd thought, so she undid the top 
buttons at the waist and pulled the trousers fully open. And then she saw what Nigel 
had had to offer. Fucking hell! Jackpot! She'd struck gold. She'd been right to 
follow Nigel into the kitchen. What a fucking monster!

"You're very... Very... Well ... Endowed, Nigel!" she managed to say as she 
slid out the floppy but still massive weight of his prick and the corresponding large 
testicles. "Has anyone told you that?" She looked straight up at Nigel's face above 
her.

Nigel's face was contorted by the battle still going on in his mind. "My last 
girlfriend used to say she'd never seen one any bigger."

"Well, Nigel. I've seen a lot of cock in my life. A lot of fucking pricks I can 
tell you. But I've never seen a prick like this before. How come your girlfriend's not 
still with you?" 

"It just didn't... you know... she was... it was a while back... Hey! What are 
you doing with your teeth?"

Zoe didn't answer this time. She was far too preoccupied in running the large 
thick meat of Nigel's cock in and out of her mouth. God! It tasted good. Just like a 
piece of meat should taste. Hot. And firm. And twitching. And so much of it. With 
that strange smell that gave it an odour which really switched on her juices. Oh God! 
Oh God! She seized the waist of Nigel's trousers and pulled them and the underpants 
down below his knees, while stretching a hand up up up his smooth muscled torso to 
the hairs of his chest. Nigel's prick was responding. Getting bigger. And stiffer. And 
harder. The glans was shining as the foreskin pulled all the way off and a trail of 
saliva drooped like a washing line between the glans and Zoe's lower lip.

Zoe pulled herself up onto Nigel's chest, rubbing her nipples against the fabric 
of his short-sleeved shirt. The shirt buttons slid over the perspiration of her skin. 
"Come on big boy. Off with your clothes!"

"I'm sorry? I mean. What do you think...?"

"Shit! Stop fucking moaning and get on with it!"

Weakly and defeated, Nigel undid his shirt and pulled it off, while below Zoe 
pulled his trousers and underpants off, and (because she really hated the sight of it in 
porn films) she made sure his shoes and socks were also off. And then, when Nigel 
was good and naked, and his prick standing proudly out from the centre of his body, 
swaying slightly from its own weight and majesty, and only then, Zoe pulled off her 
knickers so that she was totally naked. Her short trimmed crotch waiting and prepared 
for Nigel's invasion. She stood back to admire Nigel. Fuck! What a dick! She wanted 
it in her. And she wanted it in her now!

"Come on, Nigel! Give it to me!" she commanded.

"What? Here? In the kitchen?"

"It's hot and ready! We'd don't want it to go off the boil do we?"

Zoe needn't have worried about that though, as became obvious in the next 
few hours. What fucking planet did Nigel come from? Wherever it was, Zoe wanted 
to go there. Not only was his prick so fucking enormous that it almost tore her vagina 
apart, well practised though it was by Esther's fist and fingers, but it just stayed big 
and hot and thrusting and willing. It just never seemed to give up. And as Nigel 
became less concerned with decency and more with passion, it just went on and on. 
Pounding and pushing into her. That prick just went on and on. Zoe soon lost count of 
the number of times she'd come. Well, as she'd got to learn, there were so many 
different flavours of orgasm, and those you got with a man were often those strange 
moaning, whimpering ones, often bypassing the G-spot and the clitoris and just 
swelling out the inner cavities. 

Zoe didn't want to lose Nigel. She knew what Pauline and Noelle would do if 
they caught a glimpse of a dick like Nigel's. It'd be in their cunts as quick as you 
could blink. After just quarter of an hour of kitchen pumping, Zoe facing the breakfast 
table, while Nigel fucked her from behind, not in her arse of course (it probably didn't 
even cross his mind to try), but in that weird angle that was only possible when a prick 
was good and hard and your cunt was just juicy but not so totally wet that things slid 
out. Then, sweat running down her neck and pasting her eyelids, she grabbed Nigel's 
still erect prick and guided him out of the kitchen and into her bedroom, or the one 
she shared with Esther, and the two collapsed on the double bed that dominated the 
room.

And then it went on. Fucking. Screwing. Screeching. Occasionally pausing. 
Collapsed in each other's arms. But not for long, until the incorrigible Nigel was up 
and going and back in the welcoming recesses of her cunt. Slap. Slap. Slap. Zoe 
moaned. And groaned. And sighed. And shrieked. And still it went on. Was there any 
way that Nigel would stop? Most men couldn't keep this kind of fucking going on for 
much more than half an hour. And usually once they'd released their come (usually 
deep inside her), the fun was over just when Zoe was just beginning to get to the next 
stage in her abandon and passion. But not this one. In fact, Zoe wasn't at all sure 
whether Nigel had come at all. She didn't pause to wonder what this might mean for 
his feelings for her. In fact, she wasn't sure she really cared. Nigel was her fuck toy. 
And for as long as he fucked her, he was the best toy a girl could ever hope for.

"Hey, Zoe! We wondered where you'd got to!"

Zoe arched her head behind her, Nigel astride her and still pushing away into 
her bruised, battered and still willing vagina. There was Pauline and Esther, naked, 
arm in arm, no strap-on dildos now, and a glimpse of Jane and Martin fully clothed in 
the frame of the doorway. "Hi there, Esther," she said weakly. "I just got carried 
away."

"And I can see why," remarked Pauline, regarding the semi-erect penis that 
had been snatched so rudely out of Zoe's vagina by Nigel's embarrassment at being 
found out. "Fuck! If I'd known I wouldn't have let anyone else get their hands on my 
man. Hey Nigel. What say you we finish our date together?"

"Shit, man!" suddenly remarked Martin who wandered in, leaving Jane 
standing at the door. "If I'd known I'm sure we'd have stayed a bit longer. But we 
don't want to miss our taxi. Fuck! That's one big dick! I'm real choosy with the dicks 
I'll go for, but that's one I'd make a definite beeline for."

This remark clearly alarmed Nigel. He jumped up and raced out of the door 
past Jane who watched his swinging penis as it went by with wide-eyed fascination. 
"My clothes!" He gasped. "The kitchen!"

The next thing Zoe saw was Nigel running back past the door down the 
hallway, fully clothed. He briefly poked his head through the door. "I've got to catch 
the last train!" he gasped, and the next sound was the flat door slam behind him.

Zoe, Pauline and Esther watched Nigel's frenetic activity with incredulous 
silence that lasted perhaps another twenty seconds after the door had closed. Then 
they burst into hoots of laughter.

"Did you see his face?" chortled Esther.

"Martin, you bastard. You cunt. If you hadn't said that we'd have had a real 
piece of meat to finish off our dinner," said Pauline with laughter that belied the 
aggression of her words.

"Well. I was only speaking the truth. Wasn't I, Jane dear? After all, I must be 
the only guy who had no dick this evening. And the only girl too, seeing's I've dipped 
my piece into every sushi dip this evening 'cept Zoe's here! But you've had a real 
boner to contend with, haven't you?"

Zoe smiled. She'd wanted cock. And she'd got more cock than she could ever 
have hoped for. And all from one guy. And no sharing, either. And now, when the last 
of her guests had gone, and the taxis weren't going to be that long in arriving, her 
repast would be completed with the love and affection of Pauline and Esther in the 
sweaty, disordered sheets and blankets of her bed. And not just love and affection, but 
fists, fingers and long stiff rubber. 

Zoe smiled. She could hardly wait till her next party. She and Esther would 
begin planning it before the sun rose and the weekend began. But she wasn't sure 
whether she'd invite Nigel along. In fact, she wasn't sure whether he'd even come to 
the party. Or even, on reflection, whether he'd even come at this party.














