"Hey, watch where you're pointing that!" said Emma, nervous about the way that her friend was holding the uncorked bottle of champagne. None of them were old enough to drink it, but it wasn't like that was going to stop them from drinking every last sparkling drop, as they rode in the back of Brooklyn's dad's limousine through the streets of Los Angeles.
"Relax," Brooklyn replied, "I've watched my dad do this a hundred times." She gripped the bottle with her left hand, and grabbed onto the cork with her right, pulling on it. The cork wouldn't budge, so she pulled harder, until finally the cork came free and went bouncing around the back of the limousine.
"Shit, Brook!" yelled Yoko, throwing up her hands to shield her face from the projectile.
"What was that about 'seen dad do it a hundred times'?" asked Leslie.
"Shut up, you guys," Brooklyn said, giggling.
"Hey, Brook," Yoko said, "you should look down, it kinda looks like you..."
Brooklyn looked down, and saw that her careless uncorking had spilled champagne onto her pants, making it look like she'd peed her pants. The four girls all started laughing.
"Damnit," Brooklyn said, "I hope this doesn't stain, I just bought these." She looked around, then grinned mischievously. "You ladies don't mind if I take these off, do you?" she asked, and the other three girls laughed.
She reached down and began unzipping her tight jeans, revealing a tiny red thong trimmed with frilly white lace. Peeling off the jeans left behind a petite 18-year old redhead, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and panties. Her shirt clung nicely to her ample bosom, and her luxurious long red hair fell upon it. The other three girls sat giggling amongst themselves.
"This birthday party's getting off to a good start," Leslie said, still laughing.
Brooklyn opened up one of the limo's compartments. "Oh, shit," she said, "There's uh... there's no glasses."
"No what?" asked Emma.
"The champagne glasses are missing," Brooklyn said. She thought for a moment, then smiled a naughty smile. "We're just gonna have to drink it from the bottle," she said, then took a long swig of the sweet drink directly from the bottle. The other three girls whooped and cheered, as Brooklyn began passing around the bubbly.
Leslie took the first drink. At 19, she was the oldest of the girls, due to being in the grade above them. She had shoulder-length blonde hair, and was by far the bustiest of the girls. She wore a tight purple sweater and blue jeans. "Mmm," she said, "That's really good!"
"It's my daddy's favourite," Brooklyn replied, "it's very expensive."
Leslie passed the bottle to Emma, who took a quick sip. Emma's hair was black and wavy, full of body. She wore a red blouse, unbuttoned far enough to showcase her black push-up bra; and a pair of denim short shorts. Her pale skin, raven black hair and bright red lipstick gave her the look of a 40's pinup model.
Emma, in turn, passed the bottle to Yoko, who took a deep gulp. Yoko was Asian, and very petite, with a short pixie cut. She wore a little black cocktail dress, with pantyhose and black stiletto heels. She had been predrinking back at her house, and was already pretty tipsy. "You know, Brook," she said, "Those panties are fucking sexy..."
Every eye in the limo went wide and looked at Yoko. Then, Brooklyn smiled deviously.
"Thanks, babe!" Brooklyn said, "Let's see yours."
