“Now imagine,” she said, “Imagine you’re sitting here naked. Just me and you, and everyone else is where they are now. Nobody knows, but you know the waiter is coming back with our coffees in a minute. Hold that fantasy in your mind.”

With that, I saw the waiter approaching from the bar with two espressos. I tried to imagine myself sitting here naked and confident, that we would exchange a glance, that he would look at my body and approve of what he saw, and then he would leave, thinking I was out of his league.

But instead of imagining that, my mind imagined me curling up in the chair with my arms clamped over my chest, and then trying to wrap the table cloth around myself.

The waiter placed our coffees on the table and Elisa thanked him before he left again.

“And?” she said.

“It was… terrifying,” I said, “I would have to hide.” The plotline of my book was going to need a bit of a rethink; sitting confidently in the nude didn’t seem very realistic at all.

Elisa sat back in her chair. “You see?” she said, “I told you that you would not know how it felt. You needed to know that to be able to write about it.”

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“Take me, for example,” she said, “How do you think I can judge what is good to publish?” She smiled at me, not expecting an answer. “Do you think I do it by locking myself in my office and having boring sex?”

I blushed at the idea. I wasn’t used to talking so frankly, which, frankly, didn’t bode well for my writing.

Elisa leaned forwards and looked me in the eyes. “Do I look like I have boring sex?”

My mouth opened to make a noise but nothing came out, but she certainly didn’t look like a woman who had boring sex. Her semi-open blouse, delicate jewellery and a figure-hugging skirt with a split high up a stockinged thigh told me that her sex was anything but boring. I suddenly felt very plain and dowdy in my buttoned cotton dress with its flowery pattern.

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Lisa’s arm fell to her side and she nearly dropped her champagne glass before Georgia caught it for her and placed it on the table. Then she was distracted by Lisa’s beautiful, erect, pink nipples. She glanced at Nhu and saw that her own partner was similarly transfixed.

“It is your birthday, after all,” Judy said, and she slipped her fingers into the thin elastic at the sides of Lisa’s panties and pushed down her hips. This was the true test of how far Lisa was willing to go, as she wouldn’t be able to get them off unless she lifted herself out of the chair.

Lisa later blamed the kiss on her neck, and the champagne, but she obligingly lifted her buttocks from the seat. Judy took her opportunity and slid her hands down Lisa’s thighs, carrying the small panties with her as she did. She bent beside Lisa and pulled them down her calves. Lisa lifted her feet a little as they passed over them, and Judy tossed the tiny item of clothing towards the bra.

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