Jack popped his head around the door an hour or so later, and found Jennifer and Angela cuddled up on a couch under a blanket, sound asleep and very contented. He quietly made his way across to the other bedroom and cracked open the door. On the floor was an abandoned harness, with Emma on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs between Debbie and Laura. The redhead cracked an eye open and smiled when she saw Jack.
"Great party Emma, but I think we need to take our leave and get Jennifer out discretely before too many people are around."
She nodded, and tried to extricate herself from the pile of bodies, though eventually Laura rolled onto her back allowing her to shuffle down the bed and greet Jack with a warm hug.
"Better party than after I won my Oscar. Dragged round the after party circuit and ended up in a shouting match with my boyfriend. My ex-boyfriend I should say. Certainly didn't get laid."
They quietly laughed and exchanged a warm kiss.
"I'm coming back to make a movie pretty soon. Would be 8 weeks or so...I'll get my manager to be in touch if that's okay. Also...and I know it's a big imposition but could I stay with you guys, at least for some of the time? Had my fill of hotels for a while."
"I'll check with the boss, but I'm pretty sure we would love to have you as our guest. Just get your manager to talk to Mandy, she has all our details. Plus you've always got my number."
Emma kissed him, then turned to the bed, gently roused the two nurses and disappeared off into the large bathroom. Jack went out and carefully woke Angela and Jennifer, then proceeded to the other bedroom. Inside Gemma lay on her front, head turned to one side and her long brunette locks covering much of her back. Her bum still looked moderately pink after she had exhorted Jack to energetically spank her for being a naughty girl. He gently touched her arm to waken her.
"More? Geez okay Jack but I'm not sure I'll be able to sit down if we do another hour of that..."
"As utterly tempting as that is, we need to be good guests and discretely leave the party before any of the paparazzi get wind that you're here. In Emma Stone's suite...?"
She nodded, but pulled him in for an affectionate kiss anyway, before getting out of bed and looking for her clothes. Elsewhere in the suite the others were doing the same, and before too long, a slightly bedraggled group were ready to leave, though even when bedraggled Jennifer looked pretty amazing.
"I have cars coming to meet us at a side entrance, though the concierge assures me we have no photographers around at the moment. Gemma, I have Georgia meeting you and she will take you wherever you want to go. The rest of us will pile in beside Samantha, and we will drop you girls off at your place."
Jack nodded at Debbie and Laura with the last statement, and with that they said their goodbyes to Emma and left. At 4:30 at least the hotel corridors were empty and they made it it to the lift and the side entrance without incident. Jack shook hands with the concierge and they piled into the waiting vehicles, Gemma blowing him a kiss as she left. In little to no time they were at the nurses flat, and said slightly tearful farewells to Jennifer, who was now in the back seat with her head on Angela's shoulder. The car was silent other than minor chat between Jack and Samantha, who had them home long before the sun was up. Jack thanked his driver before following the ladies inside, where they all headed up to the bedrooms. Jennifer asked for help out of her dress, which Angela merely raised an eyebrow to, but said nothing as they were all exhausted.
Jack had just hung up his tuxedo when Angela came in, her dress over her arm with Jennifer in tow in her pyjamas. A round of good night kisses, and all three were fast asleep in no time at all.
The grey light of winter's dawn was eventually what woke Jennifer. Although still rather early, she enjoyed her moment snuggled between Angela, with her hand down between her thighs, and Jack's inevitable morning erection firmly wedged between her bum cheeks. On another morning she might have done something about that, but following the previous evening's debauchery she had little inclination for sex...just yet. However she had come to the conclusion that she enjoyed waking up with someone beside her in bed, and whilst they might not all have insane sex drives like Jack, or smell as wonderful as Angela's hair did, she figured it wasn't all bad.
She extricated herself from between the pair, and grabbing her phone went to the bathroom. A few minutes of scrolling through mostly enthusiastic reviews of her dress, and basking a little in Emma's reflected glory, and so she shot her a text checking in with her. She got a reply moments later, thanking her for being there last night, and complaining of being a bit sore...well she didn't need to specify. Describing it as her best party ever, Jennifer smiled and sent back a GIF agreeing with her. Mandy was again burning the midnight oil and had checked in with her, doubtless having had a report from her security detail. A bunch of friends commiserating with her...it all felt very normal.
Apart from looking back into the room at the couple who had become good friends with her on this trip, even if you ignored the ridiculous amount of sex that she'd had. In fact it would eventually register as the most sex in a four day period that she'd ever had. Jack multiple times, Angela multiple times, Debbie and Laura a couple of times, even Holly Willoughby twice including one rather memorable time handcuffed and blindfolded. She'd been single for a while and the problem with dating back home is that everyone knew who she was and so she got laid a lot less than she might enjoy, as she tended to be very picky and relied on her growing collection of sex toys. So was this just a wild weekend that she would keep as an anecdote for her closest friends, or might she come back here? She certainly felt no obligation but neither was she in a hurry to run out the door.
"Penny for your thoughts, darling?"
Angela had appeared in her kimono, smiling but curious as to the dialogue obviously going on in her head right now.
"Oh Ange...it's been an amazing, wild weekend with you two and everyone else. But I'm back on a plane tomorrow and all this is over...that kinda sucks. I like you guys, it's the closest thing to having friends in London that I've ever had, and I really like that. Would it be absurd or weird if we keep in touch?"
Angela pulled her in for a hug, noting the tears bubbling up in her eyes.
"Darling what this becomes is really up to you. But I think Jack rather adores you...I know I do. You're fun, honest and say what you think. I will remember our dinner conversations as much as anything when you go home. You have an open invitation here whenever you're in town, but I do hope you find time for the occasional phone call, or the odd text. Just remember we're a few hours ahead, that's all."
