It was getting late, and the leaving do had been going on since half-past five. Most of the others had already gone home and there were only eight of us left now. Two of the boys from the office, and six of us females, with ages ranging from myself at forty-seven, down to the youngest of the girls, Pat, who was just nineteen.
The other girls were Jill, twenty-four, Anne, twenty-eight, Betty was thirty or thereabouts, and Jenny was thirty-two The lads were Tim and Alan, both in the mid to late twenties. We had all drunk enough so that we were at the "don't care" stage, and where almost everything seemed to be funny. Which probably explains why, when Jenny suggested a game, the rest of us agreed, without even asking what the game was.
"The game is mainly for the girls," she explained, "although the boys can play a part in it and I think they will enjoy the game."
All that was involved in the game was that one of the females left the room to insert a wifi remote control vibe. One of the other players holds the control box and the female with the vibe in her must guess who has the control box. The device is scaled from one to eight, and the game starts with the vibe on number two. Each wrong guess gets the vibe turned up two points, so three wrong guesses and it is on full.
On full, it is totally impossible to resist coming, which is where a lot of the enjoyment of the other players comes from. That and watching the victim trying to keep control with the vibe on lower settings. It was agreed that a minimum of thirty seconds had to pass before the next guess was allowed.
Jenny went to the bar, coming back with some drinking straws. She cut the end few inches from one of them, then folded the straws in her hand, and offered them to the girls. The one drawing the shortest straw had to insert the vibe. We all agreed, the boys looking forward to watching one of the girls coming in public.
Each of us took a straw, leaving one folded straw in Jenny's hand. When we unfolded them, it was clear that I got to insert the vibe for the first game. I left the room, going into the toilets to slip the vibe into myself. I was on the way back to the group when I felt it turned on and having a noticeable effect even on the lowest setting.
Once back with the group, I tried to act as if nothing at all was happening, hoping to fool the control holder into checking that it was actually turned on, but nobody was giving anything away.
