“Well, what kind of party is it?”

 

“This kind,” Alisha said, pointing to the pile of cute, cuddly bunnies on the invitation.

 

Debbie was starting to feel really dumb now.  “I don’t get it.  What’s a bunch of rabbits supposed to mean?”

 

Wednesday leaned across the table.  “We all get together and… take off our clothes and…”

 

It’s better when there are more people,” Mimi said.

 

“What, like an orgy?” Debbie asked, far more loudly than she’d intended.

 

The guys at the next table looked over, and she could only be relieved that Ryan wasn’t among them.

 

“I guess so,” Alisha answered.  “So, are you still in?”

 

A thick pulse sounded between Debbie’s thighs.  Alisha, Mimi, and Wednesday were very pretty girls, and she’d come here thinking how many experiences she’d missed out on.  If she said no to this chance, she would always regret it.

 

“I’m in.”  Debbie forced a smile, though she was nervous as hell.  “I want this.”