Bridget never got invited to girls’ night. She was still new to the neighborhood and didn’t have many friends. So when Thelma, one of the managers at the company where she was getting temp work, asked her to come to a casual girls’ hangout, she was taken by surprise.

“It’s super low-key!” The thick woman explained, brushing her curly black hair over her shoulder. “My friend, Debbie, hosts it. We make a few drinks, give each other some mani-pedi’s, maybe play a fun game, and just chill, yeah?”

Bridget didn’t have much to do with herself with her husband away for work so often, so she agreed. Thelma met her after work on Friday and drove them over to an unassuming house in the suburbs. Debbie met them at the front door, a short, buxom women with rich auburn hair streaked with strands of silver.

“Hey, Deb!” Thelma said, giving the smaller woman a hug and a kiss. “I reeled in another one. This is Bridget.”

“Thanks for inviting me!” Bridge said, cheerfully. “I have a lot to do with my husband away all the time.”

“Oh?” Debbie turned her sparkling eyes on Bridget. “And what does he do, dear?”

“Oh…he’s a trucker. Hey, think I could run to your bathroom quick?”

Debbie pointed down the hall, and Bridget hastily went to freshen up. When she came out, she made her way to the living room, guided by the chorus of tittering laughter. Debbie and Thelma were sitting on a pristine couch wrapped around a crystal coffee table. On the other side were two ladies about the same age as Bridget, an athletic blonde and a woman with a cute, chubby face who looked like she could have been Latina. They introduced themselves as Trish and Stefania, respectively.

The women chatted girl talk for a bit while Debbie busied herself in the kitchen making Margaritas. Bridget was just beginning to relax with the newfound company when Debbie held up her hand.

“Hey, who wants to play Hot Seat?” she asked. The girls cheered, eagerly agreeing.

“What’s Hot Seat?” asked Bridget.”

“Oh, it’s so cool!” Thelma said, shaking Bridget’s arm. “One of us sits in the big armchair, and Debbie asks them questions. You have to answer honestly, otherwise you start feeling a little…y’know,” Thelma said, raising her eyebrow.

“No…No, I don’t,” Bridget replied.

“You start getting all hot and bothered!” Stefania chimed in. “You get all needy and horny and desperate until you have to tell the truth.”

“What?!” Bridget asked, completely taken off guard.

“Yeah, didn’t Thelma tell you?” asked Trish. “Debbie is, like, a master hypnotist! She put all of us under so we can’t lie to her when we’re in the hot seat. It’s just a silly game! We ask each other things like who was the last guy to go down on you, or what’s the most embarrassing thing you did in public, just stupid things like that.”

“It’s completely voluntary, of course,” Debbie said to Bridget, “You can just watch if you want. There’s absolutely no pressure to try it if you don’t want to.”

“I call first dibs!” Stefania jumped up and threw herself onto the plush, leather recliner. Debbie stood in front of her.

“Okay, Stefania! So, you want to be the first in the Hot Seat?”

“Yes!” Stefania answered, giggling to herself.

“And you remember what happens when you’re in the Hot Seat?” Debbie asked with a knowing smile. Stefania’s eyes crossed slightly, and she answered with a giant grin.

“I answer all of Debbie’s questions honestly.”

“Good! So…what can we ask Stefania, tonight?”

“Ask her when was the last time she jilled off at work!” Thelma said, laughing over her Margarita.

“No! Ask her how big her husband’s pecker is!” Trish said, waving her hand.

“Oh? You’re that curious, huh?” Stefania said, shooting the blonde a playful glare.

“I think we’re all curious!” Debbie said, holding her fingers to her mouth pensively. “Why don’t you tell us, Stef. How big is your husband’s cock?”

“Mmmmff…” Stefania squirmed in the chair. Her jaw tensed, trying to keep the compromising information from slipping out. “I…sh-shouldn’t tell that…”

“You don’t have to tell us, Stef. You can just sit on it and let the Hot Seat pull it out of you bit by bit. Just try to stop yourself from saying it.”

The curvy Latina twisted and writhed in her seat, her eyes squeezing tight as heat flooded her thighs.

“Just keep those lips shut tight…don’t let us hear that dirty little secret that’s making you so hot and needy right now…”

Stefania rocked her hips on the leather. Bridget’s mouth opened wide in shock as he noticed a small wet spot staining the Latina’s panties flashing from under her tight skirt.

“He’s…oh…he’s six and a half inches!” She blurted out. “He’s got girth, though, and he knows how to use it. Oh! But he’s sensitive about his length! He doesn’t want anybody knowing. Ooh! Ah! Please don’t tell him I told you!”

“Oh, don’t worry, darling!” Debbie assured her. “It’s just us girls here. Your secret’s safe with us.”

“Th-thank you!” Stefania squealed as she suddenly shook all over. “Oh! I just came a little!”

“That’s your reward for being honest in the Hot Seat!” Debbie said. The rest of the girls laughed raucously. Bridget could hardly believe it.

“Okay, who’s next?” Debbie asked, helping Stefania to stand up.

“Oh! Get the new girl up there!” Trish shouted.

“Yeah!” Stefania said, her knees shaking. “Get the new girl in the Hot Seat!”

Debbie turned to Bridget, her green eyes flashing.

“Would you like to try it?”

Bridget stared over her Margarita at the four faces, all looking at her expectantly. She tried to remember if this was her second or third drink. Thelma had kept topping her up.

“Well…alright!”

The girls hooted in excitement, and they sat Bridget down on the armchair. Debbie asked Thelma to get up and sit on the coffee table facing Bridget.

“Since it’s your first time, I’ll need to put you under. Sometimes, it can speed things up a lot if you have another subject to watch. You can just follow along with Thelma and just copy what she does. Sound good?”

Bridget swallowed, her nerves tingling. “I guess so.”

“Great,” Debbie cooed as she walked behind Thelma. “I’m just going to direct Thelma’ eyes with my hands. Thelma, when I snap my fingers on either side of your head, you’re going to bring your eyes to that side of your head, almost as if you’re trying to catch a glimpse of the sound. Keep letting your eyes go back and forth until I tell you. Okay?”

“Yes, Debbie,” Thelma said, her voice calm and steady.

“Good, and Bridget? You just copy what Thelma does.”

Debbie snapped her fingers on Thelma’s left. Her dark eyes darted left. Bridget followed.

Debbie snapped on her right. Thelma shifted her eyes to the right. Bridget followed.

The smaller woman snapped her left and right hands in quick succession, making Thelma’s eyes ping pong back and forth, trying to follow the snaps. Bridget watched Thelma’s dark eyes swinging back and forth and followed along, her eyes mirroring her friend’s back and forth, back and forth…

Debbie snapped both of her hands at the same time.

“Sleep.”

Thelma’s eyes slammed shut, and her head slumped forward.

Bridget followed.

Bridget felt herself sinking down deeper and deeper into a warm pool of inky blackness. Debbie’s silky voice weaved around her, but she couldn’t quite figure out what the older woman was saying. She was just too happy to drift along and let the beautiful music of Debbie’s voice fill her with peace, with pleasure.

Bridget opened her eyes. Debbie’s perky tits were in front of her. The three other women were massaging her arms and legs, making her body feel like warm putty. The women were all naked, their soft skin rubbing up against Bridget’s. She frowned through her pleasant haze, feeling Thelma’s fingers tracing circles around her nipples.

Was…was she naked, too?

“Wh-where are my…clothes?” She mumbled.

“You don’t need them, Bridget,” Debbie said, her thick body swaying like a snake. “It’s just us girls. This is a nudy party. You always knew it was a nudy party.”

“A nudy party?” Bridget asked. Was that right?

“Yes, your friend Thelma asked if you wanted to take off all your clothes at the party tonight. And you said yes. It sounds like the nicest thing in the world, doesn’t it?”

Thelma’s hands slowly reached down and caressed Bridget’s glistening slit. A bolt of pleasure shot through the dazed girl.

“Yes…yes! So nice…” Bridget sighed.

“Good…now you’re in the Hot Seat, Bridget. What do you do when you’re in the Hot Seat?”

Bridget felt a growing heat build between her legs. Just talking to this sexy older woman was making her hot.

“I…I answer all your questions.” The words fell out of Bridget’s mouth.

“Good…Bridget, how old are you?” Debbie asked.

A pulse of pleasure coursed through Bridget. She sighed, unable to hold back.

“I’m…I’m 29.”

“And how much money have you and your husband saved?” Debbie asked, running her nails through Bridget’s hair.

Bridget tried to stop herslef. She shouldn’t be telling strangers this. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling a wave of arousal rise through her.

“Uh….uh…”

“Take your time, dear,” Debbie said, her wide hips swinging slowly. “Just take as long as you need…”

The other girls were nuzzling and kissing Bridget’s body, groping her breasts and nibbling her ears. She just wanted to sink back and give the sexy woman anything she wanted.

“270,000 plus 550,000 in stocks.”

Bridget moaned as she felt her pussy squirt just a little after telling Debbie her personal finances.

“I see,” Debbie said. She stopped undulating her body and walked to each of the other women, tapping them once on the head each, sending them tumbling to the couch, deeply asleep. After the rest of the girls were snoozing passively, she turned her attention back to Bridget.

“There’s nobody here but just us now. You can trust me completely with all your secrets. Getting too high on sex and pleasure to hold back. Tell me, what does your husband do for a living?”

Bridget knew she was never supposed to tell anyone that. She had sworn an oath to her husband and even to her country not to ever tell anyone. Her clit was on fire, begging her to tell Debbie everything. She just needed to let it all go.

“He’s…he’s an intelligence officer….he keeps sensitive information on other countries, militaries, spies. He reports directly to the Pentagon.”

Bridget whimpered, her guilt and shame at betraying her husband washed away by a storm of pleasure coursing through her pussy. It felt so good to answer Debbie’s questions.

“Well, well, well…” Debbie said, a thousand-watt smile lighting up her face. “I told Thelma to bring me friends who might be well-off, but I didn’t expect her to reel in a bargaining chip like you! You’re about to make me a big player on the information market. How does that make you feel, sweetie?”

“mmm…hot!” Bridget answered honestly. She answered all of Debbie’s questions honestly for the rest of the night while Debbie recorded each one on her private audio recorder.

Bridget had to answer honestly when she was in the Hot Seat.