Warning some explicit descriptions. If not happy pop on two chapters

Next day David wandered back to the house from his PRN's at 5 pm to be met by the rest of the male housemates in the living room looking traumatised chugging down bottles of Becks from a large case on the coffee table.

"What's up guys?" he asked, they all shuddered and mumbled about being judged for the physical appearances.

"Women in the kitchen, DO NOT GO IN! Jilly, her friends, Ninj, Heather, Nikki and Lyn are in there, from the sounds of them calling up the devil!" warned Richard gravely, reaching for another bottle.

"I am going in." laughed David paying no heed to the grave warnings of his friends and mostly because he was intrigued that they were all so traumatised.

He opened the door to find a room packed with women of various ages and sizes, some he knew, most he didn't. They were all downing champagne and dancing to Kiss FM on the kitchen radio. He spotted Fiona at the back of the kitchen in the smallest dress he had ever seen her in. She raised her champagne glass to him as the rest of the room turning to stare at him.

"Here is the worst!" shouted Jilly, "Last year, I joke not 103 different girls in and out of this house, all of them as stupid and vacant as the last one eh lad?" The whole kitchen full of women stopped and gawped at him.
"Nice arse though eh? Show the girls your chest Yank, he has a great body!" At which point five middle-aged women pounced on him and took off his top and made remarks about his physique.

David caught Fiona's eyes as she smirked across the kitchen. After all the sexual objectification of women she had witnessed in the house Fiona was enjoying this.

"Give us a twirl Anthea!" Jilly shouted at the group baying women.

Each of the women produced a card all of which had a 9 on it apart from Fiona's which was turned upside down to show a 6. They had clearly been in the hall cupboard where the lads' sports equipment had been moved to and borrowed the cricket cards the lads took to the Glamorgan games.

"Now Fiona we all know, you know he is a 9." Lyn squeezed David's bottom, "Lovely engine there Boston, do you have an equally nice gear stick?"

The kitchen erupted and David beat a hasty retreat to the living room grabbing his shirt. Rubbing his bottom from Lyn squeezing it and generally feeling debased.

"I am going for a pint, anyone else?" They all silently nodded their agreement, mumbles of what was your number under each of their breaths. Bill had got the most points and was awarded a certificate which the women stuck on his bedroom door and Heather slipped a note under his door to expect her at midnight and to be naked and ready.

The ladies decided to descend on The Long Island Ice Tea Bar which was a London legend. It was a place where if you wanted to meet someone for one night, have a great time and no regrets you rolled up and took your best shot. It was ideal for Fiona's and many of the group's intentions that night. The club was tiny and packed. They made their way to a table at the back and placed their order with a cute waiter.

"He will be seeing my ceiling tonight!" Jilly laughed and slapped the waiter on the bottom giving him a £20 note to keep the drinks flowing. As they went in the girls received their drinks and a group of men approached them. Fiona really was not interested in any of them but they remained polite in chatting to the group.

"You look like you are out for a good time." A tall blond man named Steve from the group ran his hand down Fiona's back. Fiona caught his hand and placed it back on the table.

"I am having a lovely time with my friends thanks." she smiled back tightly giving him the best bugger off and leave me alone look she could muster.

"I could give you an even better time than they could, my name is Steve." he smirked paying no attention to the cold shoulder the group was giving him.

"I genuinely disagree with that." Heather interjected, "I am her lesbian life partner now fuck off!" Heather placed a protective arm around Fiona and stared Steve down.

"Ah, could I not watch?" Steve asked ignoring Heather.

"Nope, note for a million pounds, now can you please fuck off!" Heather hissed at him. Steve dejectedly shuffled back to his group of friends. She turned to Fiona, "It's a meat market in here isn't it?"

"It is that, though Jilly swears that she always scores and she knows what she is on about!" Fiona laughed and pointed to Jilly who was chatting with two men and clearly deciding between them and the cute waiter.

Steve strode back over from his group of friends, "You know my mate reckons that you aren't a lesbian and that you are saying that to make me think you are hard to get."

"Steve, please note that I am not in the habit of being a prick tease and neither do I send out mixed messages, whilst I am sure you are a perfectly nice person, I am afraid that I am not interested, thank you." Fiona turned her back on him and signal his time to move on. After a couple of minutes, he moved back to his group and his group of friends moved to the back of the venue.

"Sweetie, the dance floor is about to open, let's dance, everyone, come on!" Jilly ran to the dancefloor with several of her friends throwing dance moves and handbags across the dimly lit floor.

Nikki, Lyn and Heather signalled for Fiona to join them, which she did for a few hours. They all had a great time on the dance floor with Heather and Nikki busting their Madonna moves much to the pleasure of the rest of the club. They came off with a 2 each tie on who could Vogue the best.

"I need to pee Heather, I am going to the loo!" Fiona shouted. Heather signalled that she heard her and carried on dancing. Fiona made her way through the crowd to the toilet. She fixed her makeup and returned to the club where she felt someone tug on her hand, she spun round to see Steve.

"Oh, good grief! I am not interested please leave me alone!" Fiona shouted at him. If this was the best she could do tonight it was Brad and Mel and a hot water bottle.

Steve made to say something and then he stopped.

"Honey," came a voice behind her "Sorry I am late." Fiona spun round to see what looked like Superman in normal clothes. Another American, another stunner. She wondered to herself if that was how they made them over the pond, she mentally made a note to book a holiday to New York pronto.

The man kissed her gently and guided her to the bar much to her shock and amazement.

"You looked like you needed rescuing.'" he smiled, "Hi I am Josh, I won't extend my hand as I want that guy to leave you alone, now I suggest you give me a very passionate kiss."

Fiona grabbed Josh and kissed him gently building to a full on balls out kiss.

"Woah." said Josh and into her neck "I don't even know your name?"

"It's Fiona, thank you so much, that guy has been pestering me all night. I thought if that was the best I could do then I was packing my bags for the convent first thing in the morning!" She gushed," if you don't mind me asking why are you here on your own?"

Fiona drank in the size and shape of the man, he was beautiful, jet black hair, piercing blue eyes, "I mean I would not expect to find someone like you here." she extended her thumb to the club.

"Well, I am here on business, flying back tomorrow and well it's embarrassing, my roommate is entertaining a lady in our room so I have to amuse myself for a few hours."

Fiona didn't know how the next statement came from her mouth but sure enough, it did. "Would you like to entertain this lady at her house?" she smiled and looked at Josh dead in the eye.

Josh to his credit blushed and stammered, "Yes .....hell yes I would!"

Fiona walked across the dance floor holding Josh's hand and found Heather.

"I am taking this man back for a shag!" she said proudly. Quite shocked that,  A.she had bagged a man as hot as Josh and B that she had the courage deep inside her to ask him.

"I couldn't be prouder!" Heather laughed, "I have some Barocca in my handbag."

"I will be fine!" laughed Fiona.

"No!" Heather shook her head, "For him, not you! He is fucking gorgeous, now get him out of here before someone else does!" Heather hugged Fiona and pointed out all of the women ogling Josh.

So do you think Fiona will really take him back to hers?

What would you have done?

Do a girl a solid - comment and vote