*DISCLAIMER* I always like to throw these disclaimers onto stories about celebrities or other real people who are not myself: I in no way speak for these women (or men if men are included in later installments) or reflect their views in any way. For the sake of my erotic parody being somewhat believable I will attempt to mimic these ladies' personas but could never capture the entirety of another person's essence. And finally, I love to write erotic fiction as a hobby and it is my love for these ladies, their humor, their sexiness, and their nerdiness that compels me to write this fiction, which if they ever were to read (highly unlikely, though it's not unheard of) I hope that they at least laugh at it rather than become offended for any inaccuracies or issues they might find with their characters.
To be honest, I imagine that the main fan age of these lovely ladies is much younger than typical erotica readers so I'm not sure how much demand there is for such a story. But as I'm an older fan of their work myself and find them charming and silly as well as sexy, perhaps there are more adult fans out there than I give credit for. So if you're actually a fan of any of these ladies let me know in the comments, and if you aren't then maybe check them out on YouTube! (They in no way sponsor this story of course)
So with all of that said and out of the way... Happy orgasms!
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Chapter 1 -- The Sleepover
Meg Turney had flown into LAX late on the 24th of September so she didn't ask her good friend Trisha Hershberger to pick her up from the airport and instead just called an Uber and gave the driver Trisha's address. It had been a while since she had seen Trisha, though they still talked rather frequently even after both of them left their "home" at Sourcefed and the DeFranco Network which was now owned fully by Discovery Digital. During their time working there Meg and Trisha (or Shisha, as Meg liked to call her) had become incredibly close friends and even lived together for a stretch. But eventually Trisha met Nate, who was now her fiancé, and Meg had decided to move back to Texas to be closer to her boyfriend Gavin and join him at Rooster Teeth Productions so the dynamic duo had unfortunately been separated. They'd often find any reason they could to chat or get together and hang out like old times though.
This particular time was going to be a group affair as Trisha had organized a weekend getaway for herself, Meg, and the three current female hosts of Sourcefed: Reina Scully, Maude Garrett, and Bree Essrig. They had wanted Lee Newton to come along as well but she had scheduling conflicts. This would be the first time for Meg to hang out with Bree and Maude for any extended amount of time, so she really hoped that they'd all mesh and get along. She was sure they would, but from just seeing them hosting Sourcefed it was hard to tell, especially with how incredibly awkward Meg knew she could be.
Before long she was knocking on Trisha's door and could hear laughter and music coming from within. Trisha had invited all of the girls over to stay the night so they could get up early and drive up to Northern California where the spa was located. Meg took a deep calming breath just before the door swung open and her best friend's familiar silhouette stood in the doorway.
"Heeeeeyy!" Trisha exclaimed beaming at Meg with her pearly whites, obviously slightly tipsy and holding a glass of wine in her left hand. "You made it! Come on in!" Meg followed her inside and gently dropped her two travel bags by the door where some others were piled. Trisha ushered her into the kitchen where most of the noise seemed to be coming from and as they entered she was greeted by the delicious smell of brownies and a sight that took her off-guard a bit. On the table was an untouched deck of cards, a bottle of wine, a number of shot glasses, a pile of clothing and shoes, and finally a large bottle of whiskey already half-empty. Around the table sat a small group of Meg's peers, obviously all intoxicated and in very different states of undress.
Bree wasn't wearing a shirt, just her black bra and black leggings, and her shoes and socks seemed to be missing as well. Maude still had most of her clothes on it seemed, though her shoes were missing as well. And finally Reina was sitting in one of the wooden kitchen chairs with no pants, socks or shoes on but still wearing her top and a red thong. Meg noticed how Reina's shiny-smooth caramel thighs glistened a bit in the kitchen light and felt a small jolt of desire course through her pussy. Then her eyes trailed back to Bree's perky chest before trying to look everyone in the face. "Playing strip poker without the cards? How drunk are you girls?"
Upon realizing Meg had joined them Reina bounced out of her seat and shimmied her way toward her old friend to fasten her in a tight bear hug. "Meg!" she exclaimed, "I'm so glad you're here!" When Reina released the tight hug Meg was able to get a look at her a bit better. She immediately noticed how red her cheeks were and how much she was squinting. Meg held in a laugh because she knew how irritated Reina always was that she looked so Japanese when she got drunk, her adorable round face always lit up like a lantern.
Trisha spoke up then, "No, it's not strip poker, it's a drinking game Bree introduced us to." As Trisha began to go over the rules, taking too much time to recall them, Meg noticed Reina had burrowed her face into her bosom and was inhaling her lightly perfumed cleavage deeply. "It's called 'Flip, Tip, Sip'... No wait... Is that what it's called? Maude, what's it called?"
"'Flip, Sip, or Strip!'" Maude fired back quickly with her lovely lilting Australian accent. Meg glanced in her direction and notice she was pouring a couple of shots.
"Yeah! That's it!" Trisha exclaimed before taking another sip of her red wine. "Anyway, you take a coin and flip it. Then you call heads or tails. If you got it right you take off your clothes... No, you pass the coin to your right, that's right! If you get it wrong then you take off your clothes. Or you can take a shot. And then you pass the coin to your left. Get it?"
Meg thought she understood it fine, despite the bit of confusion in reciting the rules and the distraction of Reina falling asleep in her bosom. "Yeah, I think I got it. Hey, Reina, you okay baby?"
Reina brought her head up abashedly and grinned. "Yeah... Sorry, you smell really good and I love your boobs. I'm drunk."
Bree had been getting herself some snacks in a cup and as she strolled back by she stopped and said to Meg, "As you can tell our friends have chosen to drink for the most part so far. Oh and Maude's just really lucky."
"I'm unlucky," Reina groaned as she sat back down hard in her chair causing the muscular meat of her thigh and butt to jiggle delightfully. "Like that cricket from Mulan. Except he was Chinese. Wait, was it a he?"
Everyone silently agreed to ignore Reina and Meg looked over at Trisha trying to determine whether she was also really good at guessing or had just done a bunch of shots. That's when she realized her best friend was also missing her socks and shoes. Just then Maude sauntered up to Meg with a shot of whiskey in each hand. Meg was astounded at how tall this Australian beauty was, towering over the rest of the girls but having all the confidence in the world at the same time.
