Hey guys, here's Chapter 06! I hope you enjoy it. I know this has been a slow burn story, but I like exploring their lives beyond just sex. I also am trying to make this about the entire cast of The Gang of Eight. Steven is an emotional guy, and a loyal one! Things should be heating up soon! Comments and feedback are always appreciated! I read every single one. Also, please let me know if you spot any mistakes. Errors bug me, and I make sure to upload revised editions whenever I find any. Please note that this story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real person is purely coincidental. As always, this is a world without STI's, and everyone involved in sexual activity is at least eighteen years old.
-Witty
~Saturday May 10, 2025~
It was Noah Beck's twenty-sixth birthday and The Gang of Eight met up early so they could spend the entire day together. They walked around Central Park before eating lunch on the grass. There was plenty to do in the park until dinner, so they spent the day enjoying the sun. Noah was given gifts while enjoying a perfectly-cooked steak at a nice restaurant.
The weather was nice and warm, allowing the group to dress casually and not worry about getting cold. Camilla and Jane had dresses on while the other girls wore jeans and t-shirts. The guys also had on t-shirts and jeans, happy to not have to wear the business casual attire expected at work. The last stop of the evening was Theo and Noah's apartment.
"Really? No strip club?" Noah sighed, placing his bags on the kitchen table. "I'm not gonna get laid on my own birthday?"
"You have a right hand," Jane shrugged.
"No one asked you, Silver," Noah grunted. "I'm just saying that not motorboating some titties on your birthday is a damn shame."'
"He's got a point," Theo nodded.
"No, he doesn't," Leslie interjected.
"You know you can't actually touch the strippers, right?" Camilla reminded the birthday boy.
"I could pick up a stripper," Noah stated with a thoughtful expression.
"No, you couldn't," Sienna snorted. "They have creepy guys drooling over them every day. You'd just be one more perv."
"You underestimate my power," Noah insisted, placing his hands on his hips and posing.
"He has scored with waitresses before," Steven reasoned, "and they always get hit on."
"Noah was also famous in college for bagging three cheerleaders at one party," Theo spoke up.
"That's fucking awesome!" Conner exclaimed.
"See?" Noah grinned triumphantly. "I could totally bag a stripper."
"Maybe he actually could," Steven said, starting to come around.
"Why are we friends with these idiots?" Sienna rolled her eyes.
"Low standards?" Jane suggested.
"Sounds about right," Sienna sighed.
"And I'm the dumbass who let one of them knock me up," Leslie shook her head, resting her hand on her slightly protruding belly.
"Which one?" Camilla asked innocently.
"See? You girls are just as bad as we are," Steven said.
"No. Camilla is as bad as you guys," Jane shook her head. "Not the same."
"Can we go back to talking about me getting a stripper?" Noah asked.
"Sure," Sienna shrugged. "Theo, strip for Noah."
"Not what I meant!" Noah exclaimed while Theo held up his hands and shook his head in refusal.
"In Noah's defense, I did have a stripper on my birthday last month," Conner smirked.
"And he's married!" Theo exclaimed, gesturing toward Conner.
"Wait," Noah frowned, looking at Leslie. "You took your husband to a strip club for his birthday?"
"Did you buy him a lap dance?" Steven questioned.
"No, I gave my husband a lap dance," Leslie giggled, placing a hand on her hip and waggling her eyebrows. "I was his stripper, idiots."
"Nice," Noah grinned approvingly.
"Get it, girl," Camilla smirked and nodded.
The banter continued as the group set up in the living room. Noah did not end up getting his stripper and the girls refused the suggestion to flash him. As usual, Theo took the joking a little too far and ended up pouting when he was told off. Theo was improving slightly, but major changes did not happen overnight.
Breaking out the board games and booze, The Gang of Eight relaxed on the floor. The guys had beers and the girls had wine coolers, except for Leslie who drank diet soda. They started with a team game. It was guys versus girls. The guys ended up being sore losers, but in their defense the girls weren't the best winners. Chanting "Girls rule and boys drool!" like schoolgirls was not the best way to convince people to lose graciously.
They played a few more games before people started leaving. Leslie and Conner were the first to go because Leslie wanted to get to bed early. She also couldn't drink, and no one enjoyed being the only sober person. The couple got their hugs and handshakes and started the trip home.
The others stayed for awhile longer, with Camilla and Sienna getting into a drinking contest. Jane ended up dragging a barely-coherent Camilla out the door. Steven left at the same time. Sienna didn't feel like dealing with the subway just yet, so she decided to stay for a movie.
~Sunday May 11, 2025~
Sienna's head was pounding as she slowly regained consciousness. Her mouth was dry and there was a horrid taste on her tongue. She felt weak, various aches and pains throbbing throughout her entire body. Sweat clung to her skin and she somehow felt both hot and cold at the same time. Sienna groaned, her heart racing as she wondered where she was.
The small amount of light pouring in through the window was enough to make Sienna wince when she opened her bloodshot eyes. Her head started spinning and she was unable to form a coherent thought. That changed when her vision cleared and she wondered why there was a life-size poster of a very famous model in a bikini on the ceiling.
Stretching out her sore limbs, Sienna finally understood that she was laying in bed. With that knowledge came the realization that she was naked. Moving quickly, Sienna pulled the blanket higher, making sure her entire body was covered.
Holding the blanket over her chest, Sienna sat up with a loud groan. Just that simple movement made her head spin and it took several seconds before she could look around. It was a fairly standard, if messy, bedroom. A dresser, bedside table, and a small bookshelf. There was a television mounted on the wall, and there were more clothes on the floor than there were in the hamper.
Parts of the previous night came back to Sienna in brief flashes; individual snapshots that she used to slowly piece together what happened. A birthday party. Noah's. Drinking. So much drinking. Competing against... Camilla? Oh God, what a terrible idea. Needing to sober up enough to get through a turnstile to get on the subway. Then nothing. Just nothing.
Running her fingers through her auburn hair, Sienna let out a breath as she glanced up at the image on the ceiling. She pressed the blanket tighter against her body to protect her breasts as she shivered slightly. The ridiculous poster on the ceiling and the calendar on the wall with a picture of a woman in a bikini convinced her of whose room she was in. Oh fuck. She didn't, did she?