Turning to Marc and Callum I said this should be easy enough, between us we should be able to outsmart the others. Dave whispered in response that we shouldn’t be so sure as he thought the students would take the opportunity to gang up on us before turning on each other. We were to soon find out......

Douglas started off with the first question; before I even had time to take in the question a team had their hands in the air and was shouting out the answer. Oh shit I thought to myself, Dave might just be right about this. Douglas with a big grin confirmed that the answer was correct, this brought out cheers and hand clapping from the team that answered. When the team had subsided he asked them which team would be losing an item of clothing, he had barely got the words out of his mouth when the whole room erupted in “Staff, staff, staff!” turning to us he said the room has spoken, would we please stand up on your table so that the guys in the room can get a good look at you. With a wry grin Tom said ok, let’s show them, leading the way he climbed up onto the table and removed his sweatshirts with a flourish and a bow to the students before throwing it into the crowd. We followed suit and as our sweatshirts flew through the air I could feel a familiar rush of adrenalin (how I loved being an exhibitionist!). Tom indicated that we should sit down on the table with our feet on the chairs as he felt we would be back on the table sooner than we thought. The next question was then asked, once again we were beaten to the answer and surprise, surprise the staff team were chosen to strip again. So we stood up once more and off came our T-shirts which were also thrown into the crowd. Each time we were being beaten, we didn’t stand a chance! We gave up getting down from the table and simply stood there smiling back at the grinning faces of the students. They were beginning to get drunk on the wine provided and getting more rowdier in the process. Before I knew we were standing in just our jock straps, surely this time we must answer a question or we were done for – but no, again we were pipped at the post. “Off! Off! Off!” began the chanting, needing no more than a nod from Douglas we reached for the waistbands of our jock straps, smoothly removed them and threw our last item of clothing into the crowd. Standing up straight again with hands by our sides I could not help but notice that I was not the only one with a semi-hardon. The students were on their feet, stamping, whistling, laughing and in general lewd comments about us.

Douglas clapped his hands to gain the room’s attention. Right guys, as I mentioned the losing team will pay a forfeit and what I have in mind I think you will ALL enjoy, even you staff members! The next game is called “Pin the tail on the Donkey” or more accurately “Bury the cock in the Ass” which will probably