Friday 15th November 7.00 am
The five women sat in the Starbucks coffee shop at terminal 2 at Gatwick. All five were still bleary-eyed from the 4.40 alarm call as they had to be at Gatwick by six o'clock. They were watching various men pass by as they were playing a game of shag or pass. The ladies had agreed if any man got a "shags" from each of the ladies (five shags) then one of them would have to go and attempt to chat them up.
Jill was first to try her luck after a good-looking tall man, in his late twenties with long hair got the five votes required. She was doing OK and had struck up a conversation when his attractive girlfriend arrived and she made a speedy retreat. Lisa was next and she approached a businessman, probably in his late 40's but handsome and distinguished looking. She approached him in WH Smith pretending to be looking for something decent to read. She was doing well and even managed some physical contact by placing her hand on his sleeve. Unfortunately, though, his flight was called and he scuttled away. Not before he had got Lisa's number though. Honey was next, as a mixed-race man of about thirty received the five "shags". She approached him in Next and cheated a bit by asking for advice on buying a shirt for her husband. He was friendly though and if she wasn't mistaken, there was good chemistry between them. She also managed some physical contact by giving him a thank you hug as she left the shop, without buying a shirt he noticed.
Sunday 17th November 8 pm - Barbados
The villa Lisa had won was luxurious. It had five bedrooms, five bathrooms, a massive lounge/diner/kitchen, and glorious outdoor space including a ten-metre swimming pool, not heated but the weather was sweltering. The five ladies sat around the patio after dinner sipping their way through a few bottles of expensive, though not particularly, high-quality wine. Lisa made an announcement.
"Ladies, we are going to have a competition and for the winner, this is the prize." Lisa pulled out an ankle chain made of silver featuring a couple of charms, one a silver love heart, the other a silver queen of spades. It was beautiful.
"I suggest ten points for every black guy we fuck, five points for fellatio or cunnilingus, and one point for each additional of the above with the same guy. Twenty points for a threesome, Forty points for anal sex, and fifty points for a double penetration. Everyone agree?" asked Lisa.
Tanya and Sian were up for it, while Honey and Jill were reluctant, but went along with it, albeit, mentally writing off the possibility of winning the prize.
"Cool! Well, tomorrow we hit the town!" said Lisa.
She had another surprise and pulled out five "Queen of Spades" temporary tattoos and passed them around. The girls spent the next hour applying these to each other. Honey and Jill had them on her ankle, Tanya had hers on her breast that was just visible if she wore a low-cut top, which she inevitably would, Sian had hers on her bum cheek and Lisa's was on her right shoulder. Lisa also pulled out a large box of three pack condoms.
"Let's all practice safe sex, no need to take risks," She said as she passed a few packs of three to each woman.
Monday 18th November 9 pm
The ladies had dressed up and headed to the St Lawrence Gap for dinner. They went to a Caribbean restaurant called Brown Sugar. The food was delicious, with authentic Caribbean stews, fresh fish, and a good choice of vegan food too. The ladies had just finished their main courses when five glasses of champagne arrived. The waiter explained they were compliments of five gentlemen sitting on the other side of the restaurant.
They raised their glasses to the five gentlemen. One of them strolled towards the table and introduced himself as Mike. He told them that he and his friends were going to a club after dinner and would like to invite the ladies along. They hesitated slightly, but he told them it was only a fifty-metre walk away and overlooked the beach. Not that there would have been a view as it was dark of course. They looked at each other and the ladies gave approving looks to LIsa who agreed they would come along.
An hour later, and a couple of glasses of wine and cocktails later the five ladies and gentlemen were sat in the Sugar & Spice club. They were all getting along famously. Honey was talking to a man called Steve. He was in his late thirties, and like the other four guys, was working on a conservation project in Barbados. He was just over six feet tall, with an athletic physique, he was good-looking with a thick black beard. Some loud reggae music was playing loudly and Steve asked Honey to dance. She agreed and he guided her to a dark corner of the dance floor. He held her closely, pressing his taught body against hers. Honey felt comfortable in his arms. Her body started to awaken as if electricity was flowing through it. Starting at the pit of her stomach a glow spread through her pelvic area, down her legs, and into her chest. She realised that her body was preparing itself for sex. She responded by moving herself even closer to Steve. He got the message loud and clear.
