Famously Yours - Sequel to A Famous Affair

Famously Yours chapter 26

The evening is going by too darn quickly. We have eaten some wonderful food, played some more naughty hen games, and now we are determined to make our way through the entire cocktail menu. With the alcohol numbly in our veins, everything seems funnier, and the mood is getting positively cruder.

"What drink shall we have next?" Lydia slurs, placing her hands on the table to steady herself.

"Shall we go and have a look up at the bar?" I'd like to think that I'm not slurring, but I know that I am.

Lydia bangs her hands down. "Yes, let's!" She tries to stand demurely but pulls slightly on the tablecloth as she does. Katie quickly grabs it, giggling uncontrollably as she tries to straighten the tablecloth out.

"Hold onto my arm, Lydia," I quietly instruct her. Hoping that together, we maybe able to walk in somewhat of a straight line.

Lydia sleepily looks across at me, drowsily resting her head on my shoulder. "I would, Jessica, if I could bloody well see it."

With that, we are both cackling. Arm in drunken arm, we meander over to the cocktail bar. All three of the Buff Butlers are there to welcome us, wearing hardly anything over their perfectly bronzed bods and a cracking smile on their faces.

"Hey, darlings, we have come to see what other cocktails we can try." Lydia's fingers seductively stroke the bar, as she feigns being more sober than she really is.

Richard laughs. "There's not many more, that I can tell you," he says with a loud laugh.

Kurt interrupts, "How about a Screaming Orgasm?"

Lydia's voice huskily deepens. "Don't all women want one of those, darling?" she asks with a twisted smirk.

"What's in that one, Kurt?" I ask, needing to distract a very drunk Lydia.

"Vodka, Kahlua, and Irish cream."

My face screws up with a small shake of my head. "I'm really not keen on Irish cream," I tell him, feeling nauseous at the mere thought of it.

Lydia knocks against me. "Maybe not Irish cream, but I know that you love a bit of Devonshire cream." Although terribly crude, I can't help but join in with Lydia's hysterical laughter. We laugh loudly, trying not to topple forwards as we bend over in a fit of silly and very immature hysterics; clutching at our stomachs. We must look a right pair of tits, trying so hard to stop ourselves from laughing but the drunken giggles have us firmly in their grip.

Mason leans over the bar, trying to get our attention. "Have you ever tried an Anal Probe?" he asks, amused by our antics.

Lydia tries to contain her giggle. "I'm an experienced woman, Mason, but I can't say that I have." She smirks at him, reaching for me again.

"What does that have in it?" I ask, grappling with my own giggles whilst Lydia floppily hangs off my arm.

"White Rum, Kahlua, and Coke," he tells me, his eyes not deviating from mine.

"That sounds nice, I'll have one of those!" I say, feeling drunk enough to now look at him without feeling as awkward.

Mason shouts over his shoulder at Richard and Kurt. "One Anal Probe for the gorgeous lady."

"I'll grab another one for Katie, as well," I tell him, drunkenly amused by the fact that I've actually said, out loud, that I think an Anal Probe sounds nice.

As I entertain myself with stupidly immature and very inebriated thoughts, Mason's desirous stare still remains on me. Lydia interrupts him by leaning onto my shoulder. "You know what, Mason? I think I'll have one of those too," she carefully tells him, trying really hard to articulate her every word.