“Oh my god, babe, tell us EVERYTHING!” demanded Samantha on behalf of the four other women in long term relationships, all sitting around the table at a trendy cocktail bar eagerly waiting for the debrief.

This centre of attention was Sophie Saunders (28), the only single one in her tight-knit group of girlfriends, who had just been on her third date with a bloke she met on Bumble.

“Ok…” began Sophie. “So, we went to that new Italian place on North St – “ she was cut off.

“Ooo what kind of pasta did he order?” butted in one girl.

“Umm, lasagne. So, yeah then we went –“ she was cut off again.

“Oh, that’s an interesting choice. Weird. Ok, sorry, keep going! Where’d you go after?” encouraged the girl.

“Ok, so then we actually came here for a drink, got a bit tipsy then went back to his”

“EEEEEEEEKKKKK HEHEHE” the girls all squealed and giggled in a terrifying cacophony.

“OMG, did you have sex?”

Sophie paused briefly as a sheepish smile crept on to her face, which the girls instantly knew meant she did. That simple pause acted like a flame to a stick of dynamite, launching the girls into a quick-fire succession of prying questions about the intimate interaction.

“Oh my god, Soph you little sluz! How was it? Hood or no hood? How many times did you do it? Was he a generous lover? What was his rhythm like?”

Sophie then took a sip of her dry martini and the audio porno began.

More to come.