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we’ll leave. Deal?” Cara asked, earning rapturous enthusiasm from the other two. But she didn’t look at them. She stared straight at Lexi.
    Foreboding crept up her spine.
    “Umm, I don’t think—”
    “Exactly, don’t think. Just play. Can you do that?” Cara taunted.
    Before she could respond, Fiona piped up, “Okay, I’ll go first. Someone ask me.”
    “Right,” Sally jumped in. “Truth or dare.”
    “Dare, always ,” Fiona replied.
    “Fabulous! I fucking dare you to go flash your tits at that bald guy sitting at the bar.”
    “Done!” Giggling, she rose on unsteady feet, sashayed to the man in question, leaned down, and whispered in his ear. He shot up from his seat, eyes wide, and nodded eagerly. Fiona yanked up her top, giving him, and everyone else in the vicinity, an eyeful of her bountiful, braless breasts. Throaty wolf whistles and pleas for an encore followed her back to the table.
    “That was exhilarating. I love English guys! Can I do it again?” she begged, licking her full lips.
    Cara shook her head. “No, you shameless slut. You’re in town for my wedding, not to get laid every other night. You’re only limited to one flash,” she grinned. “Now, my turn. I , too, will take a dare, if you please.”
    Whoops erupted round the table and Lexi cringed at the brazen look in Cara’s eyes.
    “Okaaay,” Sally looked around. “I dare you to do whatever it takes to get a hundred quid from that guy over there with the pouting blonde.”
    “Sally!”
    “Oh relax, Lexi, it’s just a game,” Sally remonstrated.
    “Yeah, stop getting your thong in a twist, girlfriend, and watch a professional at work,” Cara chided.
    Pulling out her compact mirror from her purse, Cara checked her appearance, and tweaked a few hairs. She pushed back her shoulders to display even more of her D-cups, stood up and with casual ease strode toward the blonde entwined around her target.
    She tapped the girl on the shoulder. When she had her attention, she leaned up to the taller woman and whispered in her ear. The girl jerked back, surprise in her eyes as her mouth dropped open. She leaned over and spoke to her boyfriend. A broad smile broke over his face and he whispered back. The blonde’s wary stare at her boyfriend gradually turned sensuous and, with a slow sexy smile, she handed her glass to him, turned to Cara and nodded.
    Cara stepped closer, ran one hand up the blonde’s arm until she cupped her shoulder. She squeezed gently, then continued the trail up to slide around her nape. Gliding her other hand around her waist, she pulled the blonde closer and covered her mouth in a sensual kiss.
    For several seconds, the kiss went on and, even though the others couldn’t see her, Lexi tried not to cringe at such a public display. As much as she hated the prude label and wanted rid of it, she knew she would never have enough confidence to discard her inhibitions long enough to participate in such a voyeuristic act.
    While the other girls giggled uncontrollably at the outrageous floorshow, she fixed a smile on her face and cringed inwardly.
    When the two finally parted, she breathed a sigh of guilty relief. Cara sauntered back to the table, triumphantly holding up the money the boyfriend had coughed up.
    She slapped it on the table and turned to Lexi. “Your turn.”
    “No, I’ll go last. Sally, truth or dare,” she asked, and prayed her friend wouldn’t go for the latter. She couldn’t stand another floorshow like the last one, and she’d had enough of being called a prude for one night.
    “Truth.”
    Relief eased through her.
    “Okay. Something I’ve always wondered,” Cara broke in, her feverish gaze raking Lexi’s face before returning to Sally. “Have you and Lexi ever slept together?”
    Sally splattered her drink all over the table, surprise plastered on her model-thin face. “ Are you kidding? I always have and always will prefer my bed partners with a whole lot of meat between their legs.