Stacy led her friend into her bedroom, and the two girls flopped down intocomfortable positions - Stacy on the bed and Ashley onto a large floor cushion- and began to talk. The discussion at first centred around the recentholidays, and Ashley told several funny stories about some visiting relativesfrom back east. As usual, her stories were humorous at someone else’s expense,and she soon moved onto various people they both knew at school. Soon, asusually happened, the talk zeroed in on Ashley’s unfavourable views on severalof those people. Stacy let Ashley carry the conversation, but talked justenough so that her friend would not suspect that something was wrong. Just asGary had promised her a significant reward for success, he had likewise madedire warnings regarding the consequences of failure. Stacy was desperate tosucceed.

After about an hour, Stacy decided that the time had come to set things inmotion.

"Want something to drink?" she asked, knowing the answer. Ashley was stayingthe night; that would almost certainly mean that the girls would get drunk onthe contents of Stacy’s father’s liquor cabinet. Ashley, in particular, enjoyedthe expensive brand of scotch whisky Stacy’s father favoured. As expected,Ashley answered in the affirmative, and Stacy left the room to get the alcohol.

Sharon sat up as best she could in the cramped confines of the closet when sheheard Stacy offer Ashley a drink. This was what they had been waiting for. Garyhad liberally laced Stacy’s father’s scotch with his now usual mixture ofdrugs. With any luck, things should be underway before long. And not a momenttoo soon; Sharon’s legs were beginning to cramp under her.

She checked the settings on her camera…

Stacy bit her lip with apprehension as Ashley took a sip from the tumbler.Would she notice anything different about the taste? The moment passed withoutincident, and Stacy sighed with relief, taking a sip of her own drink. Ofcourse, why would Ashley notice anything? Stacy herself had twice been druggedin this manner - she now realized - and she had never noticed a thing. Thealcohol effectively masked the taste of the drugs. Stacy took another sip ofher drink, willingly subjecting herself to the effects of Gary’s drugs - shewould need all the help she could get - and the two girls continued theirconversation.

By the end of the next hour, both girls were feeling the combined affects ofthe alcohol and the mixture of drugs dissolved within the alcohol. For Stacy,it was now almost a familiar experience; the slight drowsiness, the sense ofdislocation and the increased sensitivity - she had felt it all before. Ashley,on the other hand, had never previously experienced the effects of theseparticular drugs. Hence, she put the strange feelings down to the effect ofalcohol on an empty stomach (she hadn’t eaten lunch). In a way, it felt kind ofpleasant, kind of like drifting, but with a sensual warmth down deep in herstomach.

"Another drink?" Stacy got up and took Ashley’s now empty glass. Ashley startedto answer (in the affirmative), but before she could say anything, Stacy hadhurried out of the room, not even waiting for an answer. Normally, Ashley mighthave found this behaviour extremely puzzling - it was usually Ashley whoinstigated and encouraged the drinking - but her powers of perception weresomewhat blurred. She got up to stretch her legs and walked over to the window.It was getting quite hot in the bedroom, she noticed, perhaps she should open awindow. She reached up and…

"What are you doing?" Stacy had returned with the two glasses and the bottle ofscotch.

"I’m just g-going to open the window," Ashley answered, stammering slightly inan effort to enunciate the words. The scotch was really affecting her. She tooka deep breath. "It’s hot in here." Her upper lip was damp with perspiration.

"I know," Stacy agreed. She put the glasses down on the table and poured twomore stiff drinks. "But you can’t open the window." She too was being carefulnot to slur her words. "My dad gets pissed off about wasted heat during thewinter." She crossed the room and handed the full glass to Ashley. "He’s kindaweird about stuff like that." She shrugged her shoulders apologetically.

"But, it’s fucking hot in here," Ashley whined, accepting the glass. "I’m,like, melting." She swallowed a large mouthful of scotch.

Stacy appeared to think for a moment, and then put down her glass and beganunbuttoning her blouse.

"Take your sweater off then." In a moment, she was stripped down to her bra.Ashley hesitated for a second, but then put the drink down on a side table andslipped her pink sweater up over her head, exposing large breasts barelyconstrained by a bra. She pulled the sweater free of her head and shook looseher hair (partly destroying carefully constructed bun on the back of her head)just in time to see Stacy unclip and remove her bra.

"Stacy!"

Ashley was a little embarrassed. They had seen each other naked often enoughbefore and after gym class at school, but not like this. It seemed different,somehow, to be standing naked like this in Stacy’s bedroom, slightly drunk.Still… it was quite hot… and the bra strap got more than a little itchywhen she sweated… Why not? Shrugging her shoulders, Ashley followed suit,slipping the straps of her bra off her shoulders and unfastening the bra,revealing her own breasts.

Gary peered intently through the slats on the closet door as Ashley’s large,firm breasts popped free of confinement and into view. Impressed, he broughthis still camera up and snapped a quick shot, making certain that Stacy, alsotopless, was in the picture. It was almost time to start running the videocamera. As he took the picture, he felt a gentle shove from behind.

"Let me see," Neil whispered, trying to look over Gary’s shoulder and aroundthe tripod. Gary pushed him back, frowning. He brought a finger up to his lips,gesturing angrily for silence. Did Neil want to fuck it up for everyone? Garypointed towards the floor of the closet, where Karen sat in patient silence.Neil looked like he wanted to argue the point, but gave in and sat down,sulking.

Gary turned back to the action in the bedroom.

"Here, I’ll put that away." Stacy reached over for the sweater and bra,"accidentally" brushing the back of her hand across Ashley’s tits. Ashleyflinched slightly, but handed over the clothing without comment. She watched asher friend hung them on a hook on the back of the door.

"Thanks."

"No problem." Stacy padded back across the room towards the tall brunette. Shecrossed in front of her - once again brushing against Ashley’s breasts - andpicked up her friend’s glass. "Here’s your drink."

As Stacy walked across the room, Ashley couldn’t help but notice how sleek andfit Stacy looked. Secretly, Ashley wished that she had that kind of body -thin, muscular thighs, tight stomach and smallish, firm breasts. Ashley, on theother hand, was more lush in form, although her large breasts were firm enoughto stand up on their own without the aid of a bra. She knew she was beautiful -indeed, she took if for granted - but she still admired her friend’s physique.If only…

She was surprised to find her nipples hardening as she watched Stacy. Suddenlyembarrassed and shy, she turned away and crossed her arms in front of herbreasts, taking a large sip of the scotch. She quickly regained her composure,and the two girls, now topless, resumed their former positions and continuedthe conversation. They carried on talking for another half hour or so, with theconversation becoming more and more disjointed as the drugs took their affect.Eventually, Stacy asked Ashley to bring the now half-empty bottle to her on thebed. Ashley complied, moving carefully in order to compensate for the lack ofco-ordination brought about by the alcohol, but when she tried to move awayafter handing over the bottle, Stacy gestured for her to lie down beside her onthe bed.