He woke up naked, feeling slightly ill and more than a bit disoriented. What the hell had he done last night? He had vague recollections of drinking with CJ before Toby had arrived and kicked him out. And he remembered Ginger coming to his room, but then everything else was a blur. What had she come there for? When had he undressed and gone to bed? And where had the purple satin panties beneath his head come from?

**********

�Who would you do if given the opportunity?� Bonnie asked. They were seated around a table at the hotel bar, celebrating Bartlet�s resounding victory in the debate. It had been quite a while since they�d had any time to get together and gossip, so they welcomed the chance to sit and relax and talk about their favorite subject, the men of the White House.

�Me?� Donna asked, trying her best to feign innocence. �I don�t think � I�m not sure.�

�C�mon, Donna. You mean you�ve never thought about what Josh would be like in bed?� Ginger teased. Everyone in the West Wing knew about the mutual attraction between the Deputy Chief of Staff and his Senior Assistant, so she was surprised that instead of issuing her usual vehement denial, Donna blushed and remained silent. �Donna," she ventured, Do you already *know* what Josh is like in bed?�

Donna merely dipped her head to hide her flaming cheeks.

�Oh my God!� Margaret exclaimed. �You�re sleeping with Josh?�

�Yes,� she squeaked. Looking up through a curtain of hair, she was surprised to see three grinning faces staring back at her.

�It�s about time!�

"Hallelujah!"

�Is he good?�

Relieved that her friends were happy for her, Donna smiled brightly at them. �Better than good.�

�Really? I always thought he�d be a bit selfish,� Margaret mused. �Now Sam� He would be a true gentleman.�

�Oh, he is, too,� Donna agreed automatically.

�What?!�

�You�ve slept with Sam?�

"Sam?�

"We've been bitching about the worst dry spell in history, while you," Ginger poked at her for emphasis, "have been quietly working your way through the Senior Staff!"

�But� I didn�t� it wasn�t� And there was�� Donna babbled, taking a long drink from the glass in front of her and hiding her blazing face yet again. It was best not to mention the time with CJ. She was embarrassed enough to have admitted to sleeping with Sam. �It was all Josh�s idea,� she said finally.

Ginger stared at her, confused. �Josh? He didn�t mind?� Then comprehension dawned. �Wait, you�re saying that you�ve slept with both Josh *and* Sam,� she stated.

�Yes�� Donna admitted cautiously.

�Oh. My. God. You mean at the same time, don�t you?�

Donna nodded, embarrassed.

�Wow. I never figured you for that type of girl.�

�I never figured Sam for that kind of guy.�

�I�m not. We�re not,� she protested before confiding with a shy smile, �But let me tell you, it was *incredible.*�

�Really? Tell us all,� Bonnie coaxed, a look of fascination on her face.

Donna shook her head. �No! It was just the one time. Trust me, Josh and I are not into swinging.�

�Yet you both slept with Sam?� she pushed.

�It was� an experiment,� Donna told them.

�So, tell � what was Sam like?�

�He was� He was good. Really good,� she admitted.

�Better than Josh?�

�No! Absolutely not!" she exclaimed, blushing again. "Josh is� Nothing can compare to Josh," she asserted. "But Sam was good, really good.�

�Good how?�

�Just� good.�

�You�re not going to tell us anything about it, are you?�

"No.�

�Guys, leave her alone,� Margaret interceded. Donna shot her a grateful look. �She�s obviously embarrassed to have said as much as she did. Let�s move on. Ginger, who would you sleep with?�

�Well, I'd definitely want to sleep with Sam now,� she giggled. �Or Ed. Maybe Larry. Maybe Ed *and* Larry.�

They all laughed and Ginger turned to Bonnie. �So, have you ever wondered what Sam was like in bed?�

�Nope. I had him pegged as someone who preferred the missionary position. I like my sex just a little on the wild side." She grinned. �But now that Donna's in a...um...position to know," the others snickered and Donna turned even redder, " I�m not so sure what to think. What about you, Margaret? Have you ever thought about what it would be like to sleep with Sam?�

�Yes,� she answered promptly. �Have you seen that man with his shirt off? He�s just short of godlike.�

�I think Margaret has a crush on Sam,� Bonnie teased.

�No, but it�s been so long since I�ve had any type of boyfriend, I have to fantasize about someone. And honestly, I can only dream of Brad Pitt storming the White House to sweep me off my feet so often.�

�I know what you mean,� Ginger agreed. �It�s been over six months since I�ve had sex.�

�Try nine,� Bonnie grumbled.

�See? Where �when � are we even supposed to meet someone willing to settle for a quick fuck every one in a while, never mind a long term relationship?� Margaret asked. �At least Donna has someone who works the same crazy hours that she does.�

�I think that�s my cue to leave,� Donna piped up. She gathered her things and stood up. �Goodnight, guys.�

�Goodnight, Donna.�

��Night.�

�Kiss Josh goodnight for us.�

�I don�t think I will,� she replied with a saucy grin. �But I will kiss him goodnight for *me*.�

As she watched Donna walk away, Margaret continued. �So Donna�s got Josh, but what about the rest of us? How are we supposed to find anyone willing to put up with our schedules?�

�You�re right. We�d need to find someone who works the same demanding hours as us.�

�Someone who�s sexy.�

�Someone who�d be willing for a quick romp in the sack.�

�Someone like � Sam.�

�Sam?� Bonnie looked questioningly at Ginger. �Did Donna really make you want to try something with Sam?�

�Hell yes! I think we should seduce him.�

�What?�

�We?�

"Oh. Well. When I said 'we'..." Ginger hesitated for a moment, then her expression steeled and she grinned.

"What?" asked Bonnie.

"Yes, I definitely meant we," she said almost to herself, then firmly repeated, "I think the three of us should seduce Sam."

When the other two looked at her with strange expressions, she elaborated on her thoughts. �Donna�s already admitted that he can be into some kinkier things. And we all think he's hot, correct?�

At their nods, she continued. �So why *not* Sam? The three of us can get a little action. And Sam can have a memory of making it with three young, sexy women.�

�She makes sense,� Margaret admitted grudgingly.

�She does,� Bonnie agreed, a slow smile spreading across her face. �But how do we convince *him*?�

�Leave that to me,� Ginger assured her.

**********

Well, Sam thought as Toby shut the door in his face, that was interesting. CJ and Toby were an item, as were Josh and Donna. Leaving him alone as usual. He stumbled back to his room, vaguely depressed about his single status but too drunk to do anything about it.

He had just kicked off his shoes and clicked on the TV when he heard a knock at the door. Curious as to who it could be, he cracked the door open and was surprised to see Ginger standing there, a bottle of wine and a corkscrew in one hand and a sweet smile on her face.

"Ginger. What are you doing here?"

"I was too wired to go to sleep," she answered, "so I thought I'd see if you were interested in sharing a glass of wine with me."

"Sure. Come in." Her unexpected arrival was a pleasant distraction. He swung the door wider and she came in and quickly settled herself comfortably on the bed.

He hesitated a moment then said, "Let me see if there are any glasses in the bathroom or the mini-bar."

"No need." She inserted the corkscrew and loosened the cork, then raised the bottle to her lips. Sam swore he saw her tongue dart out to lick the rim before she held it out to him. He cleared his throat nervously and sat on the edge of the bed next to her. "We can just share the bottle."

"Um, yeah, ok." The alcohol he'd had at CJ's had gone to his head and was making him dizzy. Was it wise to drink any more? He accepted the bottle and took a cautious sip. The smooth Merlot went down nicely. Surely a little wine wouldn't make any difference, would it? He took another healthy drink and then passed the bottle back to Ginger.

She took it and absently began to run her fingers over and around the bottle's neck. He watched, fascinated with the way she seemed to caress the smooth glass. Stretching out on the bed to get more comfortable, she asked, "Have you ever wondered what the rest of the staff does on nights like these?"

"No, not really," he lied, thinking about Toby in CJ's room and Donna in Josh's. "Just, ya know, stuff. Everybody unwinds in their own way."

"I always crave sex after a night like tonight," she commented idly as she took another swig from the bottle.

"Wha-what?"

"The release from a really good orgasm is just such a rush after something like this."

"Um, ok." Maybe the wine *was* a bad idea. Was Ginger really talking to him about sex? Sure, they'd joked about it before, had even discussed watching porn. And Sam had always wondered what the spirited redhead would be like in bed; it was only natural when working so closely with someone as attractive as she was. But he wasn't sure he was currently in the best condition to find out.

"We were talking about it downstairs while we were in the bar," she continued.

"We?" he choked. "In the bar?"

"Yes. We were discussing--" She was cut off by a knock on the door.

Grateful for the respite, Sam answered the door and discovered Bonnie on the other side.

�Hey, Sam,� she greeted as she pushed her way past him.

�Uh, hi, Bonnie.�

�Ginger mentioned she might stop by and � hey, Ginger!�

Ginger waggled her fingers at her. �Hi, Bonnie. I was just telling Sam about how a night like this always puts me in the mood for a good fuck.�

�Oohhh� nothing like a night of passion after the fantastic high of winning a political fight,� Bonnie agreed.

�Exactly," Ginger replied with a wink.

Sam caught the conspiratorial look that passed between them. �Ladies, what exactly is going on here?�

�Why nothing, Sam,� Ginger cooed. She patted the bed next to her. �Relax. Have some more wine.�

He declined her invitation to sit, but grabbed the bottle and took a hefty swig, hoping it would calm the arousal he was beginning to feel at all the sexual innuendo being bandied about. He almost choked when Ginger started unbuttoning her blouse. �Boy, is it warm in here. Aren�t you warm, Bonnie?�

�Very,� she answered, as she fanned herself and took off her light cardigan to reveal the skimpy tank top she wore beneath it.

Something about her outfit seemed familiar to Sam, but he was too drunk to properly understand why. Then he remembered the campaign stop they had made in Chicago a month ago. He peered at the two assistants intently, trying to make all the hazy ideas floating in his head form a coherent thought. �Did you say you were at the bar? Were you by any chance with Donna?�

�Mm-hm.�

�She didn�t happen to mention Chicago while you were talking, did she?�

�Chicago? No, I don�t think so.�

Some of the thoughts in his head began to mesh together. "So she said absolutely nothing about Josh and I?" he asked suspiciously.

"About Josh? And you? She might have mentioned *something*," Ginger replied slyly, casting a glance at Bonnie.

"Something about you being good. Really good," Bonnie chimed in.

Sam blanched. Somehow, they knew about that night. "Ok, that's it!" he declared angrily. "Playtime with Sam is over."

�Sam, it's not like that." Ginger got up and took a step towards him but he backed away. She stopped and looked at him longingly. "It�s just been so long since we've had any sex. After Donna let slip about you and Josh, well, we thought��

�You thought I�d be easy to seduce?� he asked incredulously. Sure, he'd been easy prey for Josh and Donna, but that was because he'd had a strange fascination with Josh ever since college and, by extension, had developed somewhat of a crush on Donna. This situation was different. These women worked with him; they were his friends. "You thought I'd just fall into bed with you?"

�Yes?� Ginger answered nervously.

"No," he told them flatly. "I'm not like that."

�We know,� Bonnie interrupted.

"Donna made that clear," Ginger assured him. �But this seemed like such a good opportunity to see if you�d be interested in another type of party.�

Sam blushed, embarrassed to admit that he honestly was interested in a m�nage trios with them. He'd already begun picturing Ginger naked when Bonnie had shown up. If the sight of her thin tank hadn't triggered memories of the night with Josh and Donna, he might never have caught on to them. His tone softened somewhat as he said, �I�m flattered, really, but I don�t normally� She said I was good? Really good?"

"Yes."

"Yes."

He hesitated.

�You�d get the bonus of three women this time,� Ginger coaxed, noticing his more relaxed stance.

"Wait - Three?"

"Did I mention that Margaret was at the bar with us?" she asked sheepishly.

"No, you didn't mention that."

"She was. In fact," she added, taking a peek at the bedside clock, "she should have been here by now."

"Maybe she chickened out," Bonnie suggested

"Maybe, but she seemed awfully interested in Sam."

"True," Bonnie mused.

"Excuse me. Ladies?" Sam drew their attention back to the conversation at hand. His mind reeled at the idea of two women, never mind three. " Did you have this all planned out when you first arrived at my room? That Ginger would seduce me and then I�d just agree to have sex with the group of you?"

"Did we mention that we haven�t had sex in *months*?" Bonnie complained. "And Sam, you have to admit you are a prime specimen of a man," she told him in a soft, sexy voice as she approached him and put her arms around his neck. She leaned in and nuzzled his throat with her lips.

"Mmm, that feels good," Sam murmured as his eyes drifted shut. Then they snapped open and he set Bonnie away from him. "Wait. I haven't agreed to do this yet."

"But you want to, Sam," Ginger replied in a sultry voice as she came up behind him and put her arms around his waist. Her slender fingers began toying with the buckle of his belt.

He slapped them away. "Stop that."

"Would it help, Sam, if we started?" Bonnie asked. She swept her camisole over her head to reveal plump breasts tipped by achingly erect, chocolate hued nipples. Sam gulped as he took in the sight of her.

"Yeah, Sam, we can do anything you want. Anything," Ginger came around to his field of vision and tempted him as she pulled her unbuttoned blouse away from her arms. She stood before him in a lacy white bra and slacks. Her breasts were smaller than Bonnie's, but even through the patterned lace, Sam could clearly see the outline of her darkened nipples. He wondered what they would look like bare of any fabric.

He didn't have long to wait.

Ginger unhooked her bra and let it fall to the ground at her feet, then unzipped her slacks and shed those as well. She was left naked except for a pair of exceedingly brief panties. Sam gulped as he took in the sight of her slim body. Her skin was pale and covered in a light speckle of freckles and he had an overwhelming urge to taste each and every one.

He was distracted from that thought by Bonnie, who had also discarded the rest of her clothing and was stretching out comfortably on the bed. Her tawny skin shimmered in the lamplight and Sam wondered if he had ever seen such a beautiful expanse of silky skin before.

Ginger quickly removed her own panties and joined Bonnie on the bed. With a quick peek at Sam, who still stood fully clothed in the center of the room, she glanced at Bonnie. "Sam seems a little reluctant to join us," she commented before shyly adding, "Maybe we should, I don't know, start without him? It might make him feel less awkward."

"Honey, I've already said I like my sex wild, but are you sure you want this?" Bonnie questioned, surprised at this side of Ginger she had never seen before.

"I think I do," Ginger replied before leaning forward to kiss Bonnie boldly on the lips. "There's got to be a first time for everything."

Bonnie returned her kiss, tracing Ginger's lips with her tongue and urging her to open her mouth. Ginger was hesitant at first, but after the initial shock, opened her mouth willingly. She closed her eyes and simply enjoyed the feel of another woman's lips upon hers, forgetting that Sam was even in the room. She leaned into Bonnie, inviting her to explore her body.

Sam stared at them, transfixed. He had never seen two women kiss before and was astonished to find himself aroused just by watching them engage in a simple, intimate gesture. When Bonnie moved closer to Ginger and started fondling her small but pert breasts, Sam felt himself getting even harder. He undid the belt and button on his pants and, easing a hand inside his pants, began stroking his erection.

Soon, the constriction of his pants got to be too much. He lowered his zipper and, letting the fabric fall to his ankles, kicked the discarded slacks aside as he moved closer to the bed. His hand still pumped his hard cock as he watched Bonnie kiss a trail down Ginger's torso, causing her to moan and writhe in pleasure. Sam couldn't hold back a moan of his own.

Bonnie glanced up at him, noticed his hand buried beneath the waistband of his boxers and grinned. With one last flick of her tongue, she abandoned tasting Ginger's smooth stomach and crawled toward the end of the bed. She tugged at the striped cotton of the boxers, pulling them off, her strong fingers replacing his on his stunning erection.

Ginger, missing the feel of Bonnie's warm mouth, joined her next to Sam. She started working on the buttons of his shirt. "Did that turn you on, Sam?" she asked, her voice husky with arousal.

"Ginger, there's not a man in this world who could deny something like that would make him hot," he admitted.

"So you admit our idea was a good one?" she pressed.

"And you're willing to make love with us?" Bonnie asked.

He nodded. With a quick grin at Bonnie, who willingly stepped aside, Ginger stood and gently pushed him down to sit on the bed. Kneeling in front of him, she took his hard cock firmly between her hands and gently stroked it. Sam jumped. Lowering her head to his lap, she traced the engorged tip with her tongue before licking her way down to the base, where she nuzzled his heavy balls with her nose. She then licked her way back up to the head and took the entire thing into her mouth. Sam thought he had never felt anything quite so good as her tongue flicking against him.

While Ginger was busy on her knees before him, using her talented mouth, Bonnie moved behind him and began laving all the sensitive hollows of his neck and shoulders with her tongue. Sam was reveling in the feel of their hot mouths on his skin, inflaming his already raging hard-on, when there was a knock at the door.

Bonnie looked up in surprise, as did Sam. He stared at the door in mute horror, irrationally fearing the arrival of Toby or even Leo.

Ginger strove to relieve him of any fear with a gentle pat on his hip, as without releasing his cock from her mouth, she mumbled, "Ith Magwet." She reluctantly let Sam go and frowned in consternation. "We forgot she was supposed to join our little party."

Another knock sounded. "Someone please answer that," Sam groaned, eager to continue with the evening's activities.

Ginger gave Bonnie an inquiring look. The threesome was working out fine and she was worried that an extra body would mean less time for her and Bonnie. Sam *was* only one man, after all. "You want to?"

"What the hell? Why not?" Bonnie shrugged. She grabbed the bedspread off the floor and wrapped it around herself, then opened the door a crack to reveal a very flustered Margaret.

Pushing the door wider, Margaret took one look at Bonnie wrapped in the spread, then focused on Sam, naked and seated, with Ginger kneeling before him. "You started without me."

Ginger looked at her in apology. "We thought you had chickened out."

Closing the door behind her, Margaret quickly began undressing. "Leo caught me on the way to my room and needed some stats faxed back to the White House," she announced as she slipped off her jacket and blouse.

"He made you work?" Bonnie asked, astonished. "On a night like this?"

"Yes. Also, I had to stop by my room. We needed condoms,� she told them as she peeled her pantyhose from her legs.

"Good thinking," Bonnie complimented.

�I, uh, don�t think I have any,� Sam confessed, his mind still hazy from the alcohol and the sex.

�That�s okay. That's why I brought lots.� Picking up her discarded jacket, she reached into the pocket and pulled out an assortment of colored foil packets and tossed them onto the bed.

Sam's eyes widened. "That is...lots. Uh..."

Margaret grinned. "After all, there are lots of us."

Dropping her makeshift toga, Bonnie gave her an amused grin. �You go, girl! Do you have any of the glow in the dark ones?�

�Nope. But I�ve got ribbed ones in a variety of colors,� Margaret answered smugly.

�Woohoo!� Ginger cheered. She picked one up and fingered the square package. "Want to give it a try, Sam?"

Without waiting for his answer, she gently pushed him back on the bed and straddled his thighs, her long slender fingers stroking his already hard and glistening cock. Grabbing the shiny package, she ripped it open in one smooth move. A neon green disk flew out and landed on his stomach. She snatched it up and rolled it down the long length of him, pausing when she reached the base of his shaft to finger his balls.

From there, she slowly slid her hands up the length of his body, stopping briefly to toy with his nipples. While her hands played along his skin, she positioned herself above him and lowered herself onto his erection.

She rocked against him, moving up and down against his shaft, creating a steady and intoxicating rhythm. He groaned as she relentlessly rode him, massaging his sensitive cock with her muscles, seemingly content to simply enjoy the thick hardness of him inside her

To prevent himself from coming too soon, he focused on the other occupants of the room and noticed Margaret watching them with rapt attention, her hand moving along the front of her purple panties. His attention was quickly captured by Bonnie, however, as she slid near and started kissing him deeply.

Eager to experience more than the taste her mouth, he firmly gripped Bonnie's hips and coaxed her into position above his head. His questing tongue reached out and began to stroke her sensitive core. Soon he established a dual rhythm, the thrust of his tongue in one woman matching the thrust of his cock in the other.

Bonnie ground against him as he licked her wet center and soon he could feel the tremors of her orgasm as she came above him. She sagged against his face and Sam gave her clit one final lick before she moved off of him to cuddle by his side.

Reeling from the taste and smell of Bonnie's musky come as well as the feel of Ginger's tight body surrounding him, Sam longed for his own orgasm. The ache in his groin was unbearable, but he was eager for Ginger to experience her own climax as well. He started thrusting harder and deeper into her, pushing her toward completion. She gasped at the increased tempo but eagerly matched his pace until, with a shout of release, she came, her body tightening even more around him.

With Ginger's satisfaction assured, he dug his fingers into her hips and held her hard against his cock. With one final thrust he came, his shaft pulsing inside of her.

They collapsed on the bed, breathless. Ginger rolled to the side not occupied by Bonnie and nestled against him, her lips languorously moving against his neck. He sighed in contentment before remembering the need to dispose of the used condom.

He sat up, gently dislodging Ginger and Bonnie. Looking up, his hand holding his softening shaft, he saw Margaret standing before him. There was a predatory gleam in her eyes that both scared and aroused him. She reached out and removed his hands from his cock, deftly unrolling the condom for him. She tossed it in a nearby trashcan and returned to him, her short fingernails scraping down his already sensitized skin.

"It's my turn now," she told him before leaning in to give him a deep kiss.

He sighed in pleasure, then pulled away with regret. "Margaret, I want you, I really do, but I don't know�"

"Don't worry. I can make you hard again," she promised. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips and Sam was surprised to realize that the sight of its pink tip was enough to make his shaft stir again.

She stretched out next to him, her head resting on his thigh. Sam was afforded an impressive view of her pink and gleaming sex as she lifted her shapely leg and wrapped it around his arm. She began kissing a trail up along his inner thigh, stopping when she reached the narrow strip between his backside and balls. She licked him there, causing his hips to buck. She grinned in satisfaction before continuing the torture, her fingers coming to tease the opening of his ass while her tongue began cleaning the residual come from his cock.

She rubbed against him and he rolled them over so that she was beneath him. He began to stroke her with his tongue, his mouth engulfing her sensitive clit. She moaned his name and took his erection deeper into her mouth. He shifted his hips and sank even further into the wet cavern with another satisfied sigh.

Sam was amazed that he could be this aroused again so soon, but he didn�t question his stamina. He simply enjoyed the ways Margaret's hands and mouth pleasured his body.

Slowly, leisurely, they enjoyed each other, tasting and touching every available inch of skin. Margaret released his cock to slowly shift her body around and kiss her way along his chest and neck. Her mouth skimmed against his, and Sam lifted her head to kiss her deeply. She eagerly responded.

He turned her so that she was on her back, his body pressing her deep into the mattress as he plundered her mouth, his tongue tasting the unique flavor of her.

Finally, unable to resist sinking himself into her sweet core, Sam unwrapped a second condom and rolled it down his length. With one swift thrust and a grunt of satisfaction, he plunged into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and urged him even deeper. Together, they started to move, their coupling slow and relaxed.

It wasn't long before they both yearned for more and the strength and depth of Sam's thrusts increased. He felt Margaret grip him tightly as she climaxed and he came deep inside her, his second orgasm even more intense than the first.

He sagged back against the pillows, happy and satiated, Margaret's body still curled around him. It was then that he noticed that Bonnie had moved to the other side of the bed with Ginger. He watched them make love to one another for a while before reaching out to touch Bonnie's swaying breasts. She looked up from where she had been lavishing attention on Ginger's neck and reached up to cover his hand with her own.

From there, the night became a blur of soft breasts and warm wet cunts, the smell of sex permeating the room, until, completely exhausted, Sam passed out cold.

**********

Ginger woke up first as the morning sunlight came through the partially open drapes. She felt a warm arm around her middle and turned to see Bonnie snuggled up against her. She gave her a gentle nudge. "Bonnie, wake up."

"Huh?"

"Wake up," she whispered. "We fell asleep in Sam's room."

Bonnie jolted upright, jarring Margaret and waking her up as well.

"What's going on?" she mumbled as she carefully moved from the shelter of Sam's warm arms.

"We fell asleep in Sam's bed," Bonnie informed her. She peeked across Margaret and saw that Sam was still asleep and snoring softly. "He's still sleeping. If we're really quiet, we can probably get out of here before he wakes up."

"We don't want him to wake up with us here?"

"He was drunk last night. I think that's the only reason he agreed to our little plan. I'm not sure he'd react well this morning if he woke up with a raging hangover and all of us in his bed."

"You don't think he enjoyed himself?"

"I know he did," Ginger grinned wolfishly, "but you know Sam. He's the ultimate gentleman. He'll feel guilty, thinking he took advantage of us or something. Better that we leave now, before he wakes up and has to face us all at once."

Margaret reluctantly agreed and the trio cautiously crept from the bed and started to gather their assorted clothing. Margaret was the last to get up and was still zipping her skirt when Ginger opened the door and peeked outside.

"The coast is clear," she announced dramatically. "Let's go."

"Margaret, hurry up!" Bonnie hissed.

"I'm trying. Wait a sec," she whispered back as she hastily connected a few buttons on her blouse before throwing her jacket over the whole thing. Now where the hell were her panties? *Screw it!* she thought as she dashed for the door. It wasn't as if anyone would know.

They exited the room quickly, giggling as they went.

"Who's next?"

"On our list?"

"We have a list?" Margaret asked, puzzled.

"Yeah."

Ginger took a mental inventory of the available men in the West Wing. �Charlie. He's young, he's well muscled, and he's got quite the mouth on him," she proclaimed, "so the next time we need some, he's ours ladies."

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