Sean stopped short when he realized that both women were hot tubbing<em>au naturale</em>.  That didn't take long, he thought.  He wondered if the researchers were watching this, if they had planted videocameras somewhere to record their subjects' behaviour.  If so, they were certainly getting an eyeful now.<br/><br/>As Mike didn't respond to Beth's request, Sean did so, snapping the wineglass off of the table and crouching by the side of the hot tub in order to hand it to her.  Of course, by doing so it made it almost impossible<em>not</em>to look at her cleavage, and Sean could hardly resist.  He licked his lips, trying to think of something to say that wasn't boorish or awkward.<br/><br/>Fortunately, Mike did it for him.  Sean sniggered at the dishes comment, and considered his options.  "What the hell, why not," he decided, stripping down to nothing as the girls had done.  He made a show of it, shaking his backside at the girls as his boxers fell down around his ankles.  They were black silk, with a repeating pirate skull pattern.  He stepped out of them, kicked the undergarment in Katy's general direction, and climbed into the tub between Katy and Beth, opposite Mike.