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 ï>¿Carla Heats Up Thanksgiving! by LuckyDave1066

   Carla Heats Up Thanksgiving!  Pt.  02

   Going way beyond her plan, she shocks her friends!

   Carla hadn't really given any thought to what to do after her last piece
of clothing hit the floor, but here she was, already naked, already a
little buzzed, starting to feel horny, and theoretically committed to
remaining clothes-free in the company of several happily surprised men for
the next few hours!

   She was drawing a complete blank as she wondered what to do now that
she'd completed her striptease.  All her plans for this day had been
focused on putting on a memorable show, ending up totally nude in front of
her new friends.  "Mission accomplished," she thought, "but now what?" She
knew from hard-won experience that having already begun behaving
outrageously without any kind of plan for what to do next was a dangerous
combination for her.

   Unable to think of anything better to do at the moment, she asked,
"What's a girl got to do to get a drink around here?  Some of that rum you
brought might be good right now, can one of you please make me a Rum and
Coke?"

   "Carla, I'd be happy to make you one, but unfortunately the rum is the
only component we've got on hand, well, that and glasses," Eric told her,
grinning, "If you can just go get some ice from the machine down the hall,
by the elevators, and some Coke from one of the vending machines next to
the ice machine, I'll be able to fix you up with a drink."

   "I can go get them?  By strolling down the hall halfway across the hotel
completely nude?" she asked.  She acted annoyed that none of the men
offered to break away from watching the game to run this errand for her,
but didn't protest too much, surprising herself by warming to the added
risk of being completely exposed while venturing fairly far from her suite.
Even though unlikely, the very real possibility that she might encounter
some random person with nowhere to hide and nothing but a small ice bucket
to cover herself with turned out to be unexpectedly exciting.

   "Well, yeah, obviously, since you agreed to stay naked until the second
game is over," Eric replied, "If you don't want to make the trip, we still
have beer, and there might be some Tequila left."

   "I've had enough beer for one day, and to be honest, even small shots of
that tequila you brought were kicking my ass, so I guess I'll need to run a
little errand," she replied, " at least give me some nice new currency, I
don't want to be standing around struggling to get the vending machine to
accept the bills." All her companions quickly dug through their wallets,
providing her with $16 in ones to get whatever she needed at the vending
machines.

   "Keep the door unlatched, I want to be able to get in fast if someone
comes along while I'm out there," she said.  Clutching her supply of dollar
bills in one hand and the ice bucket in the other, Carla cracked the door
open and looked down the corridor.  Satisfied that at least for the moment
nobody else was in sight, she set out for the vending machine alcove, which
looked much farther away than it ever had when she'd made the same trip
while wearing clothing.  She walked at a brisk pace and soon ducked into
the alcove with the ice and vending machines.  She fed half of her supply
of bills into the soda machine, getting three cans of Coke, then put the
rest into the snack machine, buying a few small bags of chips.

   Moving on to the ice machine, Carla was just about to push the ice
bucket back under the chute to fill it when she heard the chime announcing
the arrival of someone, or possibly several someones, via the elevator. 
Several facts rushed through her mind all at once:

   The elevators were right next to the space she was in.

   The alcove she was standing in was only a few feet deep, and wide open
to the corridor.

   The vending and ice machines filled the back wall of the alcove, leaving
her nowhere at all to hide.

   The number of rooms to the left and right of the elevator was about the
same.

   If whoever got off the elevator turned right, they would be headed away
from her position.

   If whoever got off the elevator turned left, they would walk right past
a quivering, tall, naked blonde woman, almost close enough to touch her.

   After she heard the chime of the elevator, Carla froze in place, staring
out to the corridor.  The pounding of her racing heart was the only sound
she heard for several seconds.  After what seemed like an eternity she
heard the sound of the doors opening, then voices, two men talking! 
Listening to the pair of male voices becoming steadily fainter, she heard
the sound of the elevator doors closing but eventually stopped hearing
their conversation.

   Since nobody had shown up out at the corridor within her field of
vision, she was certain the men hadn't turned left.  Since she hadn't heard
the heavy thunk of a room door closing, she stayed frozen in place, not
sure if the men she had heard talking had gone into a room too far away for
her to hear the door closing, or if they might still be in the corridor,
their footsteps deadened by the carpet, out of hearing range but still
perfectly able to see her once she left the shelter of the alcove.

   About all she could be sure of now was that if she stayed where she was
too much longer, someone was sure to come by and spot her with nothing but
an ice bucket and an armful of drinks and snacks for cover.  She was now
more than ready for that drink she'd asked for; whispering to herself,
"Screw it, if they see me, they see me!" She filled the bucket with ice and
began to hurry down the corridor toward her suite, never allowing herself a
look back down the corridor behind her.

   Halfway to the shelter of her suite she needed to stop, as her
collection of soda cans, chips, and the full ice bucket she was carrying
felt like they were all about to topple.  After a long pause to rearrange
her belongings, she began moving again, but at a much more deliberate pace.

   Her stop had been necessary, but her change of pace once she started
moving again was entirely voluntary.  She began taking her time in order to
savor the experience, thinking, "If I'm going to do this, I might as well
slow down and enjoy the journey!" She imagined each door's peephole having
someone behind it, all watching her pass by at her leisurely pace.

   Carla was almost back to her suite when she heard muffled voices that
sounded like a woman and a man arguing.  She paused, unable to resist a
little eavesdropping.  She heard the man say, "Okay, okay, I'll take care
of it!"

   "Take care of what?" Carla wondered, standing still and waiting to hear
more.  The next thing she heard wasn't anyone's voice; the loud clunk of
the door handle just a few feet beyond the spot where she was standing sent
a shiver through her.

   "Ohhh, shit!" she said, seeing the door opening, "I'm sorry!" Judging by
the look on the face of the man joining her in the corridor, she needn't
have apologized.

   "Oh, Wow!" the man said as he stepped into the corridor and saw a tall,
shapely, and utterly naked blonde woman.  He was carrying an empty ice
bucket but made no move toward passing Carla to get to the ice machine. 
The man and Carla were having a sort of standoff, each needing to go past
the other to reach their destination.

   "What are you wowing about out there?" a woman's voice asked from deep
inside the room, breaking the spell the sight of Carla's exposed body had
cast over him.

   "Uhh, nothing Hon, it's just kind of cold out in the corridor," he
answered.

   "I told you to at least put a shirt on," his wife chuckled as he let the
door close behind him.

   Carla disagreed with the flustered man's unseen spouse; she thought his
attire was just about perfect; he was wearing a pair of grey compression
shorts and running shoes.  Nothing else.  He looked to be around her age,
and obviously got plenty of exercise.  Despite having on only one more
piece of clothing than she did, he was technically decent, or at least he
was before Carla surprised him.  His lightweight shorts were already
fighting his automatic reaction to being unexpectedly confronted by a hot
naked woman, and losing the battle.

   "She wouldn't understand," he whispered.

   "You should probably go get your ice before that gets any tougher to
explain," she whispered back, pointing to his obvious hard-on.  He nodded
and walked away, turning around a few times as if to be sure she was real.
She wondered what she would have done if he'd been alone, feeling a warm
glow as she considered a few possibilities.

   Reluctantly ending her naked tour of the corridor, Carla ducked back
into her suite before her new acquaintance came back from the ice machine.
As much as she had enjoyed her unexpected encounter in the corridor, she
was a little bit shaky now that it was over.  She set her purchases and the
bucket of ice down on a counter and plopped herself down at an open space
on the couch between Bill and Joe.  "Okay, Eric, I got everything you need
to make me that drink, and I could really use it now," she said as soon as
she settled in between the two pleasantly surprised men.

   Eric quickly delivered Carla her rum and coke, along with the unhappy
news that the pizza and wings had just about run out, well before the
football left to be watched.  "I'm going to be busy enjoying this drink for
a few minutes," she said, "I'll order some more food when I'm finished, or
one of you can order it yourself if you don't want to wait.  The phone
number is on the boxes.  Don't worry, I'm still paying, though if I'd known
how you guys eat I might not have volunteered to get the food!"

   Carla finished off her drink and asked Eric for another.  She sipped the
new drink more slowly and focused for the first time on how this game was
going.  She didn't much care if Dallas or Las Vegas won, but her agreement
to stay naked until this game was finished made her at least somewhat
interested in how much time was left in the game.  With the 3rd quarter not
quite done, she was committed to at least another 30 or 40 minutes without
clothing.

   Carla had only let herself be so exposed because she felt sure that even
if any one of them might have wanted to take advantage of her naked and
aroused state, the presence of the others would keep him in line.

   Her faith that the men were feeling like they'd already been pretty
lucky and were unlikely to push too hard against any boundaries she might
set made her feel safe.  "Possibly a little too safe," she began to think.
She found herself thinking the mood in the room was becoming a little too
tame, considering her behavior up to now.  Just being naked with this group
was getting to seem almost normal.

   She didn't really want anything too serious to happen, but thought,
"Maybe just a little naughtiness, to keep things interesting...but what,
exactly?" After a few minutes, she came up with a way for everyone present
to have some more fun, as well as keeping all eyes on her for a little
longer.  Seeing Tim standing, she offered him her seat.  He waved her off,
saying, "You've been working hard, I don't want to leave you without
anywhere to sit."

   "I insist, take it," she said, smiling as she stood up, "I'm betting if
I ask nicely one of you will let me sit on his lap for a few minutes." Not
wanting to have his friends blame him for ruining their chance to have
Carla on their lap for a while, Tim sheepishly took the empty spot in the
middle of the couch.

   "Can I sit with you for a bit?" Carla asked Joe, who blushed but nodded
his agreement.  She draped her right arm around his neck and settled onto
his lap.  He didn't seem sure what to do with his hands, so she helped him
out, placing his left hand on her left knee and guiding his right hand to
an innocuous spot just above her navel.  She leaned into him, pressing her
right breast lightly into his chest, and held her position for a few
minutes before giving him a peck on his cheek and standing up.

   "What do you say, Bill, can you stand having me sit with you for a
while?" He was clearly embarrassed but nodded and opened his arms to let
her choose her spot.  She settled in much as she had with Joe, but added a
quick bit of grinding her butt on his lap.  Just before standing up, she
whispered in his ear, "Thank you for being a gentleman."

   Moving on to the third couch dweller, Carla wordlessly asked Tim for
permission to sit with him, standing in front of him with her hands on her
hips and her eyebrows raised.  He answered the same way, grinning and
holding his arms out in welcome.  She sensed that Tim was open to a
slightly more intense visit, so she changed her approach, squeezing his
knees together, facing and straddling him.  She placed his hands on her
upper back.  She eased her face up next to his right cheek, whispering in
his ear, "you can move your hands down a bit if you want to; I'll let you
know when you should stop." He hesitated a moment, then began to slide his
hands downward, leaving her ribs behind and following the curve of her
narrow waist.

   With the other men in the room transfixed by the steadily building
intensity Carla was encouraging, Tim looked into her eyes, sure he would
see a sign he'd gone as far as she'd allow.  Her message was unexpected but
unmistakable.  She looked him squarely in the eye, smiled, and ground her
boobs back and forth on his chest.  He didn't need to be invited twice,
eagerly sliding his hands all the way down to her ass, gently squeezing
each cheek.  He couldn't believe his luck; a short time ago he had been
amazed to see Carla strip for them, now she was letting him, even
encouraging him, to fondle her luscious ass!  When she finally began to
push herself off his lap, he whispered a heartfelt, "Thank you!" in her
ear, earning a long kiss on his cheek.

   Ed and Eric had been watching Carla's lap sitting progress to something
closer to full-blown lap dances and were eagerly waiting for their turn,
but Carla let the group know she needed a break and one more rum and coke.
She sipped the drink Eric jumped up to make her, smiling as she noted his
eagerness for her to pick up where she'd left off.

   Carla was far from certain she ought to continue at all, let alone take
this any further.  She hadn't planned on doing anything more than getting
naked with the group, and felt like she was getting close to losing
control. She was definitely enjoying being seen while nude but hadn't
planned on going as far as she had with Tim.

   Letting him grope her ass in front of all his friends had been as much a
surprise to her as it had been to him, but had been every bit as arousing
as it was unexpected; it hadn't been easy for her to step away when she
did. She fully expected Ed to be bolder.  "And Eric!" she thought, "that
guy definitely would love nothing more than to get into my pants!" She
laughed out loud at the idea of any of the men trying to get into her
pants, given her current lack of pants or any other kind of clothing.

   Carla finished off her drink and decided she wanted to go on, at least
treating Ed, Eric, and herself to some attention comparable to what the
other men had already enjoyed.  At least as important, she was finding that
whatever she did with any one of them, having the other four men watch her
while she was doing it was at least as exciting!

   Sauntering over to the loveseat where Ed and Eric were sitting, she
stood in front of Ed, who immediately locked his knees together and
welcomed her to sit.  She turned away from him and straddled his legs,
pushing her back tight against his chest.  She wrapped his arms around her
waist, leaving his fingers stretched from the upper end of her narrow strip
of blonde pubes up to a spot on her rib cage just below the curved
underside of her boobs.  Leaning her head back next to his, she whispered,
"just don't let your hands go any lower," then closed her eyes.

   Ed immediately understood the wonderful possibilities of having all of
Carla's amazing body from her waist up available to him; he cupped both of
her breasts, gently raising them, then began to massage them, lightly at
first, then a bit more forcefully.  Not knowing when she might call an end
to his time with her, he moved on to her already stiff nipples, gently
rolling them between his thumbs and index fingers, then tugging on them,
causing Carla to moan softly.  He alternated between her breasts with his
right hand and raised his left hand to caress her neck, then her left ear.
Seeing her mouth hanging open, he ran his thumb over her lower lip; she
jerked her head forward to capture the thumb in her mouth, swirling her
tongue all around it.

   Getting lost in her own rapidly mounting excitement, Carla lost track of
how long Ed's thumb had been in her mouth, but had a feeling it had been a
while.  She opened her eyes, and looking down saw his right hand still
groping her breasts.  When she finally dared look up she saw what she hoped
for -- four men with their eyes fixed on her, watching her arousal
building. She moaned once more, then pulled Ed's hands away from her and
wiggled her way off his lap.  Without even a short pause to catch her
breath she turned to face Eric and asked, "are you ready for me?" He nodded
his head enthusiastically.  She backed onto his lap, wiggling her ass over
his crotch as she took up her position.

   Eric reached for her boobs as soon as she settled in, but Carla blocked
him from touching them.  She leaned her head back and whispered, "first,
the ground rules."

   "Whatever you say, beautiful," he replied.

   "Your pants need to stay on and zipped up," she said, "and your hands
can only go where I lead them."

   "Okay," Eric answered, a bit disappointed to have less freedom than Ed
had been allowed.

   As soon as she heard him agree to her rules, Carla grabbed his wrists
and brought his hands to her breasts; he wasted no time, treating them to
all of the varied kinds of attention Ed had done a few minutes ago, but
since Carla didn't direct his hands to any other location, for a longer
time.  The longer she left his hands on her breasts the rougher he treated
them, hearing no complaints from her even when he grasped both nipples
tightly and lifted her breasts away from her ribs.

   Transfixed by their friend's treatment of Carla's breasts, the men
didn't immediately notice her right hand slowly stroking her inner thighs,
moving ever closer to her pussy.  Around the time Eric was pulling hard on
her nipples, her fingertips made contact with her outer lips, lightly
tracing a line all around her sex.  The combination of stimuli made her
gasp and rock her hips, which finally brought the attention of her audience
back where she wanted it.  Already on the verge of dipping a finger deep
inside her pussy, she instead stopped and pulled her hand away.

   Sure that she was finally calling an end to her unexpectedly raw
behavior, the men thought her grabbing of Eric's right hand and yanking it
away from her breast was part of her backing off.  They were confused, then
shocked to see Carla bring Eric's hand straight to her pussy.  "Let me
drive at first, if I let your hand go, you take over," she whispered. 
Stunned but certainly not about to object, he nodded his head and let his
hand go wherever she moved it.

   Carla closed her eyes and moved his fingers exactly as she had been
using her own moments ago, then pushed his middle finger deeper, sliding it
through her slick inner folds, back and forth.  She folded his thumb back
to toy with her clit, lightly at first, then harder.  The feel of a large,
rough male hand treating her pussy and clit exactly how she loved for them
to be handled was amazing; she felt the unmistakable signs that she was
well on her way to an orgasm.

   She had planned on letting Eric push her over the edge on his own if she
got close, but the rush she felt using his hand like some kind of flesh and
blood sex toy brought her close to coming; opening her eyes and making eye
contact with four stunned men set her off, moaning loudly and quivering
through two closely spaced orgasms.

   A couple of minutes later, Carla stepped off Eric's lap, apologizing for
making it a sticky mess, and picked up the remote for the TV and un-muted
it.  "The game must be nearly over, so I guess I'll be getting dressed
soon," she said cheerfully, drawing a round of boos.  "Hey you perverts,
staying naked all the way to the end of this game was the deal," she
answered, "and I think I've more than held up my end of the bargain!" As
much as they hated even thinking about her putting her clothes back on,
none of the men could disagree; she had treated them to far more of a show
than any of them had even dared hope for.

   When the Raiders took an eight point lead a few minutes into the 4th
quarter, Carla adopted them as her team, shouting "DEFENSE!" when Dallas
threatened to score a few minutes later.  Her cheering didn't seem to help
the Raiders, as the Cowboys scored, tying the game with less than 3 minutes
left.

   "Well, this could be kind of interesting for you if the game goes into
overtime," Joe told Carla.

   "Yeah, yeah, I might have to stay naked a little longer," she
acknowledged, "I imagine you all will be happy if that happens, but how
does it make things more interesting for me?"

   "It gives the pizza delivery guy as many as ten extra minutes to make it
here while you're still nude, that's all."

   "Why can't one of you answer the door?" she began to ask, but remembered
that she had promised to pay when the food arrived.  Her rooting for the
Raiders was over now, replaced by a temporary loyalty for whoever could put
a few points on the scoreboard and get this game to end.  The Raiders
became her favorite team again by getting a long field goal to go up by 3
points with less than 2 minutes left.

   "This sucker is almost over," Carla shouted, then told Bill, who had
taken on the task of gathering up her various pieces of clothing, "get
ready to hand over my clothes!"

   "Not so fast," Ed yelled gleefully as the Cowboys moved close to field
goal territory themselves.

   "No, no, no!  It's time for this game to be over!" Carla whined.  Her
pleas went unanswered.  She just shook her head watching Dallas tie the
game with less than 20 seconds left on the clock; her companions cheered
and clapped.  The men began to chant, "Pizza, pizza, pizza!"

   "Maybe the food won't arrive before the OT is over," Carla thought, "or
maybe one team will score quickly and put an end to the damned game.  What
I'd like to know is why are these guys so eager for me to have some other
dude see me naked?" Even as she wondered why her friends were so eager to
see her flash the delivery guy, she realized she was getting more and more
excited by the idea herself!

   As she was thinking about how her interaction with the pizza guy might
go, her phone began to ring, the ringtone telling her that it was her Dad
calling.  She guessed it was just her folks calling to wish her a happy
Thanksgiving and chat, but she hadn't talked with them all week and her Mom
had had some health issues recently, so she didn't want to miss the call.

   "Guys!" Carla shouted, "I need to take this call.  Get into the bedroom,
quickly, and please be quiet until the call is over." They complied,
quickly withdrawing to the suite's bedroom.  The phone had rung at least
five times by the time she got to it, so she grabbed it and immediately hit
the "accept call" button, not noticing until she saw her Dad's smiling face
that she had just accepted a video call.  She quickly adjusted the angle of
the phone and blushed as she realized that she had barely avoided treating
her Dad to a pretty extensive boob flash.  At least she hoped she had!

   "Whoa, is this a bad time?" her Dad asked.

   "Well, I did just get out of the shower, but what's up, is everything
okay there?" she asked.

   "Yeah, we're all good, just missing having you home for the holiday. 
That, and your sister told us she got a text from you bragging about having
a fancy suite, so we thought maybe you could give us a quick tour."

   "It's not looking its best at the moment, I've had a few people from
work over to watch the games and the place looks a little like a frat house
on Sunday morning," she said, trying to end the call before the pizza
delivery guy came knocking while keeping one eye on the TV to see if
wearing clothes might be an option yet.

   "C'mon, just a quick pan around to see if it matches what we've heard."

   "Okay, but my co-workers will be back from a beer run any minute now,
and I'd really like to get dressed before they're here."

   Switching automatically into concerned Dad mode, he replied, "In that
case, never mind the tour, maybe you can call us after your buddies have
left.  Go get dressed and give us a call later!"

   Halfway through her goodbyes to her Dad, a loud knock on the door to the
corridor startled Carla.  "Bye Dad, love you!" she said, and set the phone
down on the suite's desk.  She expected her abrupt end to the call to
result in some questions when she was back at home, but was sure that
keeping the call with her Dad going at the same time she was dealing with
the pizza delivery guy while naked would have been even more likely to
raise questions she'd have no good answer for.

   She checked the TV one more time, but seeing a commercial for a pickup
truck realized that not only was the overtime not over, it looked like it
hadn't even begun.  She shuddered as she accepted that she was about to
conduct this transaction in the nude!

   Another round of knocking began, followed by a man's voice shouting,
"Pizza delivery!" Walking nervously towards the door, she noticed her 5
guests emerging from the bedroom, not wanting to miss seeing her deal with
this next little challenge.

   "By all means, guys, come out and watch, why not?" she grumbled at the
group, trying not to let on how much she was beginning to look forward to
shocking another man.  As the five men jockeyed for good positions to watch
her interaction with the unsuspecting delivery man, she was aware of her
previous uneasiness being replaced by excitement.  She could hardly believe
it, but she was definitely getting aroused not simply by exposing her naked
body to some random stranger, but by showing herself to the stranger while
being watched by several men who she did know, at least a little.

   She called out, "Hang on, I'll be right there!" through the door.  On
her way to the door she briefly considered grabbing a towel and wrapping
herself up in it, keeping her options open; she could keep the towel in
place or let it drop.  Seeing her reflection in a floor-to-ceiling mirror
convinced her to stick to the deal and answer the door just as she was.  It
really didn't matter what the terms of the ridiculous bet she'd made were,
or what she'd agreed to do in the bar napkin contract; she was about to
answer the door in the nude simply because she wanted to!

   Carla didn't bother checking the peephole, instead flinging the door
wide open as she greeted the stunned delivery guy, "Hi!  Sorry I took so
long to come to the door, I didn't hear you at first with the TV so loud.
While she had hoped to see a man built more like the guy she'd bumped into
on her trip to the ice machine, the surprised man in front of her bearing
an armful of pizza and assorted other food wasn't bad looking; she smiled
at him and motioned for him to come in.  "You're probably wondering why I'm
naked; it's kind of embarrassing.  I made a really stupid bet, and because
I lost I don't get to wear any clothes until the Cowboys-Raiders game is
over.  I hope you're not offended."

   "You really didn't keep me waiting all that long, and as far as you
being naked, I'm definitely not offended.  Honestly, you just made coming
in to work today worthwhile," he replied, smiling, "I think it's cool you'd
be brave enough to make a bet like that!  Your order comes to $63.45," he
said.

   "I'm not sure if I'm being brave or just crazy, but thanks for being
cool about it.  Please just set it all down on the table," Carla said,
leading Jake to the dining table behind the couch.  Having already been
treated to a good long look at her front, he was more than happy to follow
her and enjoy the view of her ass.  "I didn't actually place the order,"
she explained, "one of these jokers did, so I'm not even sure what was
ordered, but I'll assume it's all as it should be."

   "If you want to check it with whoever called in the order, it's no
problem, this is my last stop for this run., so I'm not in a hurry."

   "That's a good idea if you don't mind taking a few extra minutes," she
said, trying to think of a way to make the extra time a little bit raunchy.
She bent over and leaned with her forearms on the table and her hands
tucked under her chest, explaining, "I don't have my glasses on, so I need
to be up close to read the receipt.  The first item, 1 large pepperoni
pizza, does that sound right?"

   "Yeah, that's right," Bill answered.

   "Good.  Next, 1 dozen wings with hot sauce?"

   "Yup, right again."

   "Great, 2 for 2!"

   Her position leaning on the table with her ass raised high and legs
spread a bit didn't let her five companions see the view Jake was enjoying,
a rear view of her engorged pussy lips, framed by her upper thighs and ass!
She did provide the five men with a pretty nice consolation prize, a view
of her breasts hanging down as she leaned on her elbows, including the
sight of her gently rubbing and pinching her nipples.

   "Ummm, let's see, do we have a large veggie pizza?" she asked.

   "Correct," Bill replied.

   "Oooh, good...how about a medium sausage and broccoli?"

   "Let me think, was that supposed to be a large...maybe, no, I think
that's right," Bill answered, finally doing what he could to keep this
latest episode in Carla's show going as long as possible.

   "Excellent, that ah, that brings us to the last item, an order of garlic
bread with parmesan cheese." She wiggled her butt around for Jake's benefit
and tugged her nipples firmly for the other men, and for herself.

   "Ah, yeah I think, I don't remember the cheese, but I think that's
right," Bill replied.

   Carla was blushing slightly as she stood up straight.  She opened her
purse and found her wallet.  She pulled four twenties out, then paused
before handing the cash to Jake.  She looked around her purse some more,
finally finding what she was looking for, and paused again for a few
seconds before adding it to the cash already in her hand.

   Frozen in place with her hand still in her purse and her heartbeat
pounding in her head, Carla tried to decide if she could actually go
through with her latest inspiration, her most shameless idea yet.  "I don't
really know any of these guys that well," she thought, "but that's what
makes it even possible to consider!"

   She was trembling as she pulled her hand out of her purse and handed
Jake everything she was holding, then leaned close to whisper in his ear,
"You probably wouldn't believe it considering how I'm acting now, but I'm
normally pretty shy.  Losing this damned bet has got me as horny as I've
ever been.  I can't promise this feeling will last once I get my clothes
back on, but if you want to use what I just handed you, right here, right
now, you can!"

   Jake's heart skipped a beat when he noticed the condom mixed in with the
cash Carla had handed him; he answered, "you mean you and me in the
bedroom, right now?  With all these guys right in the next room?"

   Carla looked Jake straight in the eye and said, "I meant exactly what I
said.  You can fuck me if you want, right now," and, adding a firm squeeze
of his quickly stiffening cock to make her point, "and right here..." She
turned away from him, and spread her legs wide with her hands supporting
her as she leaned on the table, then looked back at Jake as if to say, "now
or never!"

   "Hey, look, the Raiders just kicked a field goal!" Joe shouted, turning
towards her and saying, "I guess you can get dressed now if you wan...Holy
Shit!" Carla's buddies had been ignoring her digging cash out of her purse
to pay Jake, focusing on either what turned out to be the closing moments
of the game or the new supply of food, but seeing her assume a position
clearly meant as an invitation to Jake to fuck her right in front of them
all snapped their attention back where she wanted it.

   By the time they all caught on to what was happening at the opposite end
of the table Jake had his pants down around his ankles and was working on
rolling the condom onto his hard-on.

   "Carla!  Are you alright?" Ed shouted.  She smiled and nodded her head
up and down, moaning softly as Jake entered her.

   Confused that Carla hadn't taken Jake to her bedroom if she felt like
getting laid, Ed asked, "Do you want us to go?" She tipped her head up to
look all five men in the eye and shook her head vigorously from side to
side, then closed her eyes again.  Given her permission, the five
middle-aged men watched in amazement as Jake and Carla fucked energetically
for an impressive amount of time.  Jake came first, but kept thrusting as
Carla opened her eyes again.  Seeing her guests watching her gave her the
last bit of arousal needed to cross her point of no return, falling
helplessly into her own orgasm.

   Still breathing hard and sweating a minute later, Carla pushed herself
up from the table.  She turned to face Jake, who was wiping his flaccid
cock with a handful of napkins that he'd delivered with the food.  She gave
him a hug and kissed him on his cheek.  "That was amazing," she said,
"thanks!"

   "Anytime," he said as he pulled up his pants.  She didn't mention that
she'd be checking out the next morning and didn't expect to ever be back.
She walked him to the door and stepped out in the corridor to give him one
more hug.

   Carla turned back into the room to face her five guests.  "Sorry I got
so carried away like that in front of you all," she said sheepishly, "I
just couldn't help myself after all the messing around I've been doing
today."

   "Don't worry about it," Ed said.

   "I admit to being shocked, but you weren't hurting anyone, so no harm
done," Bill said.

   "That was definitely unexpected," Eric said, "but pretty damned hot!"

   "No problem," added Joe.

   "No need to apologize," Tim chimed in, "I'm just glad you're okay."

   "Thanks, you guys, I don't want you to think I'm some kind of slut,"
Carla replied, "I haven't had sex in over two years, and that was with a
longtime boyfriend.  I wouldn't even make out with him if other people were
in the room, so fucking a total stranger right in front of you all was
definitely not normal for me."

   "Well, no need to beat yourself up over it," Ed said, "let's have
something to eat and watch the Bills-Saints game."

   Bill offered her the pile of clothes, saying, "You definitely lived up
to the terms of our bet, so you can have these back now."

   "Thanks, but I think this is all I need right now," Carla replied,
picking one item out of the pile.  She slipped the jersey on and took a
seat between Tim and Bill.  Eric handed her a slice of pizza and the last
can of Coke; she settled in, thankful that the conversation had switched
from her outrageous behavior to the game on TV.  When she'd finished eating
she leaned over and rested her head on Bill's shoulder.

   Carla was confused when she was awakened by the sun streaming in a
little before 7:00 AM.  She was still wearing her Steelers jersey, but was
stretched out on the couch with a blanket covering her.  As she tried to
remember how her evening had ended, she could remember the beginning of the
last game's halftime show, but nothing any later.  As soon as she stood up,
she felt her hangover making itself known and wobbled to the bathroom to
get some acetaminophen

   Once she'd taken her medicine and had some time to wake up, she realized
the men had not only tucked her in, but had also done a bit of
straightening up, getting rid of the empty pizza boxes, beer cans, and
empty liquor bottles.

   More surprising than what the five men had taken away was what they had
left behind; $1,000 in cash and a note on the back of the cocktail napkin
contract, explaining that they felt a little guilty about tricking her into
an unwinnable bet, especially after she went so far above and beyond in
living up to the terms of their wager.

   An hour after waking up Carla was freshly showered, had packed her bag
and grabbed a quick breakfast.  She looked around the dining area as she
was leaving to see if any of the men were there, but the only person she
recognized was the guy who she'd bumped into in the corridor, who clearly
also recognized her, even dressed conservatively and with her hair pulled
back.  She winked at him, causing him to blush, which made his wife even
more curious than his distracted state already had.  Carla looked away when
the man's wife turned to try and figure out what or who her husband was
reacting to, then moved on to check out.

   Carla was thankful that she'd covered most of the training back on
Wednesday, "With my head as fuzzy as it is right now I'm not sure I could
get through a full day of training," she thought.  Wrapping up their work
just after noon, all the local staff were almost as happy as she was to
clock out and get started with their plans for the weekend.  She skipped
lunch and ordered an Uber to get to the airport, thinking she might even be
able to catch an earlier flight than she had booked.

   As her ride to the airport passed by her hotel, Carla thought about her
outrageous behavior the day before.  Combined with her wild Thanksgiving
last year and some of the things she did on her long drive east from
Oklahoma, she was beginning to think the wild side she was gradually
discovering might be closer to her true self than the proper persona she
usually showed to the world.  "Plenty to ponder on my flight home," she
thought, "but at least all my wild behavior yesterday was with people I'll
never have to face again."

   Comfortable in the knowledge that her outrageous road-trip behavior was
safely separated from her real life, she thought about her frequent
assignments to her bank's distant branch offices.  She began to imagine
finding ways to let her emerging bawdy side out to play once in a while
when traveling.  "As long as I don't do anything improper where my fellow
Pitt 1st bank employees can see me and don't do anything outrageous enough
to get arrested or end up on the news, this could be a lot of fun," she
thought.

   Carla made it through security just in time to request a change to an
earlier flight, and was pleasantly surprised to not only get a seat, but
due to her frequent flyer status get one in first class.  "All this travel
for work does have some advantages," she thought as the gate agent assigned
her to seat 2B.  She headed down the jetway, the last passenger to board.

   Once she stepped onto the plane and turned down the aisle, Carla stopped
dead in her tracks.  Sitting in the seat next to hers was Bill, with Joe
and Tim in the row before hers and Ed and Eric seated right behind her!

   "Small world!" said Ed, "why are you going to Pittsburgh?"

   "The company I work for is headquartered there, I'm pretty sure I told
you all about it sometime in the last few days," she answered, "Why are you
all going there?"

   "If you mentioned your employer, I don't remember, sorry," Ed replied.
"We'll be in Pittsburgh all next week; we've been hired to do an audit of
the commercial lending division of Pitt 1st Bank."

   Carla could tell Ed was still talking, but mostly what she heard was the
sound of her worlds colliding disastrously, with her strait-laced workplace
reputation suddenly in danger of being undone overnight by tales of her
scandalous road-trip behavior!  If even a small part of what she'd done in
front of and with the five men in Miami were to become known in her
office...she didn't want to think about the fallout!

   "Pitt 1st Bank?  Commercial lending?" Carla asked, hoping she'd misheard
him.

   "That's right, we're staying at the Embassy Suites downtown, right
around the corner from their headquarters," Eric added.  "Maybe if it's not
too far out of your way, you could stop by and join us for a drink or two
some night?"