"And now I'll have to stream that one."  It was not that surprising to Connie that Heather's story was true, nor was it disappointing. Sure it would have been nice to watch the Hollywood starlet peel a bit more off, but time would scratch that itch soon enough, and she had the consolation of watching (by which we mean staring at and doing her best not to drool in the process) Molly slip out of her jeans. Although it was clear the show was mainly for the lithe brunette's benefit, as was only good and fair, there was much to enjoy from her angle as well. Molly had incredible calves and delectable thighs, and Connie's libido was already screaming to see what remained hidden under those black boxes.<br/><br/>And thus was the conundrum set. For while one piece of Connie's outfit was most definitely coming off, the fate of a second was up for debate. And Molly Bloom was certainly very germane to that discussion. Those lips. Those breasts. Those thighs. One taste of Molly had considerably whet Connie's appetites, and they would need to be sated. The possibility of a joint dare with her was certainly tangible with Heather at the wheel. But when she did, she still would be effectively fully clothed.<br/><br/>And that just seemed horrifically unfair. So far, only Molly had shown skin, and she had already shown a lot of it. One more round and she'd be showing all of it. (Not that Connie would mind that particular development.) It was high time the rest of the group caught up, and the stewardess figured she'd lead by example. Yes, the joys of intimate contact with Molly would be deferred, but when it did come, there would be less clothing in the way of said contact, at that, as Martha Stewart would say, was a good thing. Besides, by doing so, she'd give Heather and Molly a bit more of an opportunity to get to know each other better, and who wouldn't want to see some of<i>that</i>?<br/><br/>With a roll of her eyes and a merry, "I guess it's my turn," Connie pulled her legs in towards her body and slipped off the flip flops, scrunching her toes with the multicolored toes for effect. "That's the one I owe. Now should I take a dare or go for a second?" She waited a moment, let the suspense build, then stood. "I guess I'll hold off on the dare for now." She gave a wink towards Molly to promise the time would come soon enough, and one at Riley just because they were Riley, and then focused on Heather as she began to unbutton her blouse. She took her sweet time, a small reminder of<i>her </i>tale. She stopped about three buttons down, enough for the slightest hint of her black satin bra to peek through. 'Oh wait, Heather..." she tossed out, offhand, "Wasn't there some provision in the rules about you helping me out of this?" She cracked a small smile in invitation.