Laura drew the next card from the stack on the table.
"Kiss", she called out.
For the love of sanity, how ironic was that - she'd just dumped her boyfriend of 14 months three weeks ago, and now in this stupid game that her friends insisted she play, which she'd always refused on previous occasions, she either had to kiss somebody else at the table, or forfeit a piece of her clothing.
"Why couldn't it have said something innocuous, like 'Dance' or 'Drink a shot'?" she said to herself.
She looked around the table, eyeing up each of the other players, all of whom she'd met before on prior game nights.
"Well, Anna's definitely out. Even if I were a lesbian, I don't think I'd want to kiss her." Laura paused, realizing what a judgemental bitch she'd just been.
She passed over the first two men without even looking at them - she'd decided long ago they weren't her type. It wasn't that Michael and Aaron weren't handsome - but they well too full of themselves for her liking.
Marie was next, and there was something about her lips that she found oddly enticing.
Was it the shade of lipstick, maybe?
No, she'd seen her without any make-up at all before and had always had this strange desire to kiss her, for reasons she'd never understood.
Nick was next, and he was a possibility too. Maybe it was his smile, or those bright blue eyes, or perhaps his self-deprecating humour?
And lastly, it was Nicole, a petite blond thing that had nothing in common with her and who was as attractive as a bowl of cold porridge.
"So, it's down to two of them - unless I just take something off and send them a clear message that I don't fancy kissing any of them."
She paused for a moment, and then teased them by starting to unbutton her blouse.
This caught the attention of all three men, whose eyes lit up - as did Marie's, which was extremely interesting.
That sealed it for Laura - Marie it was.
She'd never kissed another woman before, and she was half nervous and half looking forward to it. If nothing else, the men would get a kick out of it, not that she'd ever understood men's fascination with girl on girl action.
She stood up and walked slowly around the table, going the long way to where Marie was sitting while making them all thing she'd not made her mind up yet, and put her hands on her "victim's" shoulders.
Marie smiled, not that Laura could see it from where she was standing - but the others did.
Laura helped Marie to stand up, and spun her around without warning. If she'd thought about it too much, she might have chickened out.
They embraced, so closely their breasts sort of merged together, and as they did so, they exchanged glances that said, "Let's do this and put on a real good show for those perverts."