The next morning, we woke up around 10 a.m. because we were all exhausted from the late night. If Carissa’s mom hadn’t called, we’d probably still be asleep. I was the first to wake up when the phone rang, followed by CY and Isabel. Carissa, being a deep sleeper, was the last to wake. While Carissa was on the phone with her mom, I went to the bathroom to freshen up, and CY followed soon after. We were so comfortable with each other that CY just went ahead and used the bathroom while I was brushing my teeth—something that might seem strange even among the family!
Once everyone was ready, we headed downstairs for breakfast. Luckily, breakfast was served until 11 a.m. The other four were dressed decently, but I was in a bit of a predicament: wearing Carissa’s long jacket over just my bra and a pencil skirt with no panties. Considering we were at MBS with tourists everywhere, I felt pretty self-conscious about the chance of someone snapping a photo.
When we entered the restaurant, it was clear we were running late, as there were plenty of empty tables. The waiter guiding us to our table kept giving awkward glances at my legs, making me feel even more self-conscious. To avoid further embarrassment, I picked the seat furthest from everyone. CY, feeling guilty for not packing more clothes for me, kindly offered to get some food.
While I was alone at the table, using my phone, I received a text from Isabel saying, "Sit properly, people are looking." I was stunned, straightened up, and tried to pull my jacket down to cover my skirt area. When Isabel returned, she was laughing so hard that she spilled her water. It turned out the whole thing was just a prank, and while I felt a mix of embarrassment and relief, it was a bit of a relief knowing it wasn’t real.
After breakfast (which I barely ate), we returned to our room to change into swimwear for a dip in the Infinity Pool on level 57. Charmaine wore a purple bandeau with matching bottoms, Carissa had a red flounce bikini top with yellow bottoms, and CY chose a rich grape halter top with matching hipkini bottoms. I wore a pink triangle bikini with matching skimpy bottoms that CY had packed for me. Isabel, in a daring move, wore a white bandeau with a matched bottom that left little to the imagination. We covered up with towels and headed to the pool.
The sun was blazing hot, great for tanning but harsh on the skin. As avid tennis players, we were used to the sun. We settled on chairs facing the MAYBANK building and quickly jumped into the warm water of the pool. The only one who wasn’t fully enjoying it was Charmaine, who was trying to float but kept getting dunked by CY.
While relaxing next to Isabel and Carissa, Isabel nudged me and suggested we prank Carissa by pulling on her bikini strings. I agreed without much thought. Isabel pretended to swim away while I stayed close to Carissa, pulling off her bikini bottom. Carissa was stunned but quickly started chasing me. I tried to swim away but ended up having to get out of the pool to escape, which was a mistake. As I got out, one side of my bikini bottom came loose, exposing me to everyone around. I quickly fixed it and ducked back into the pool, using Carissa’s bottom to hide my face. The girls burst out laughing, realizing it was a setup all along. I was mortified but had to laugh it off.
Afterwards, we returned to our room to change into more clothes for a shopping trip. Charmaine was kind enough to lend me her white Adidas dry-fit shirt together with Isabel's pencil skirt. I wore these with my bra but no panties. The rest of the girls were dressed normally. We went to Marina Square for a late lunch, pool, bowling, and shopping. I tried on some clothes but was banned from buying any, thanks to CY’s rules.
We left Marina Square around 8 p.m. and after dinner, we headed back to the hotel, eager to revisit the Infinity Pool for the night view. We quickly changed back into our swimwear, and I noticed Charmaine had really removed her panties as part of the earlier game.
Earlier, CY had hinted that Charmaine had done something naughty during our pool game, but she didn't give me all the details. I had to ask Carissa, as she, CY, and Charmaine had shared one table while Isabel and I were at another. Carissa filled me in: Charmaine had lost a game to CY, which required her to remove either her bra or panties and slot them into one of the holes. So, Charmaine had been forced to do something a bit cheeky, but it wasn’t as outrageous as it might sound.
The nighttime atmosphere at the pool was cooler and more beautiful than during the day. CY and I stayed on the lounge chairs while Isabel and the twins swam. As the pool was closing soon, we decided to walk back to our room in our bikinis (after simple drying).
After getting out of the lift, Isabel proposed a daring idea: why not walk back to our room topless and embrace the YOLO spirit? To my surprise, no one disagreed. We checked the surroundings and, after making sure it was clear, we all took off our tops.
It was nerve-wracking as we are in MBS, knowing that even if there weren’t any people around, there could still be CCTV cameras. I wasn’t sure if we were caught on camera, but thankfully, we made it back to our room without any issues and quickly locked the door behind us.
Some of us showered while others watched TV. CY and I played a game on our phones, “Let’s Get Rich,” with a twist: the loser had to stand by the window in their birthday suit for a minute. I won most rounds, and CY ended up having to stand by the window for four minutes. She was visibly shivering and moist by the time she was done.
After my shower, I found Isabel and Carissa lying naked on the floor, doing yoga, while Charmaine was under a blanket, absorbed in her phone as if nothing unusual was happening. Cy was drying her hair. All of us are in our most primitive form.
At around 1 a.m., Charmaine suggested we play some card games to pass the time. Isabel, our resident game master, introduced us to a new game called “King and Soldiers.” The game used a deck with one king and several numbered cards. The king would assign missions to the players with numbered cards, and if they failed to complete them, they would face forfeits determined by the other players.
The missions were diverse, ranging from kisses and licks to more intimate tasks. One of the most intense involved Charmaine and CY: Carissa, as the king, ordered CY to sniff Charmaine’s pussy for a minute. The atmosphere became increasingly charged during that mission. My own challenging task was performing a lap dance for Carissa—it was awkward and touchy but ultimately successful.
We wrapped up the game around 2:35 a.m. after Carissa went to the toilet. We all headed to bed, but it seemed like no one could sleep without a bit of touchy-feely, myself included.
To be continued…
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