by subboy
Let the games begin
We get to Stacy’s apartment, and she makes us each a drink. We start playing truth or dare. What are we in the seventh grade?
“How many men have you been with?” He asks Stacy.
“Fifteen or twenty.” she says.
“How big is your penis?” Heather asks.
“Not that big.” He says.
“How many inches?” Stacy says.
“I don’t know, almost five.”
“Sounds like you know to me.” Heather says, as she laughs.
“Well it’s not big, that’s for sure.” Stacy says. We laugh. He looks down, embarassed.
He dares me to flash my tits. What a little fuck. “Do it Sarah,” Heather says “We’ll get him back.” I go into the bathroom, take off my bra, come back and give him the quickest flash he’s ever had.
“Truth or dare, Eric?” Stacy asks.
“Truth.”
Stacy whispers something to Heather. What is she up to? “Which one of us is the least attractive? And why?” she says.
“I don’t want to answer that.” Eric says.
“It’s your question.” Stacy says.
“Heather. She’s overweight.” he blurts.
“Wow, you didn’t try and get out of that one.” Stacy says.
“I did.”
“Not hard enough.”
“I don’t know what I was supposed to do.”
“It was a test, and you failed. You showed yourself as base and inconsiderate. I guess you have some things to work on.”
“I’m sorry, really I am.” Eric says “I mean who am I to say.”
“Yeah, who are you?” Stacy asks.
“I’m sorry Heather, I’m not exactly good looking.”
“What is that implying?” Stacy attacks.
“Nothing–”
“Maybe you should just shut the fuck up.” Stacy says as if ice is flowing through her veins. I’ve never seen her like this. “Girls, this boy’s gonna pay.”
Eric can’t sit still, and he can’t look at any of us. I feel uncomfortable too, I mean he could of tried harder to not answer the question, but he really was put in a hard place. “Maybe I should leave.” He says.
Stacy laughs, “Eric don’t be silly. This is all just a big game. I told you at the club I was going to destroy you. I mean you couldn’t have thought that would come without some bumps along the way. Are we hot?”
“You’re so hot. I can’t think of three hotter women.” He says.
“Thanks. See, and you’re with us instead of alone. So don’t leave.” Stacy says “So what do you want to do?”
“I don’t know”
“Cards? Board game? Drinking game?”
“Strip poker?” Heather says.
“Okay.” He says.
“Truth or dare, now strip poker.” I say “We really are in eighth grade.”
“It’ll be fun.” Stacy says. “Okay, here’s what we’ll do, since me and the girls don’t play cards,” that’s a lie “it’ll be the three of us on a team against you.”
“That’s not fair.” Eric says
“Take it, or leave it.”
“Oh, okay, I can’t win if I don’t play.” he says.
“That’s the attitude.”
I don’t know what this idiot is thinking. We play. We each take off our shoes, and Stacy takes off her socks, because we’ve lost four hands. He is down to his boxers.
“I thought you’d be better at cards than this.” Stacy says.
“I guess I’m not lucky tonight.”
“Just wait.” Stacy says. “Maybe you just wanted to take your clothes off in front of three hot girls.”
“Maybe”
“What do you think of him girls?”
“He’s okay.” I say. I don’t want to say anything mean, and really he is okay. A little bit overweight, could use more muscle definition, a little pale. Like I said before he’s not Danny.
“What can a fat girl like me say.” Heather says.
“I’m so sorry about that.” he says “Really, please forgive me.”
“We’ll see.” Heather responds.
“Well let me say, I work at the gym, and in my opinion you could use a lot of work.”
“You’re right.” He says.
Why is this guy staying here?
“Alright let’s play another hand. I want to see this boy’s little dick.” Stacy says as she starts to deal.
“Stacy!” I say, I can’t believe her.
“It’s okay, I bet he’s hard. His little dick is hard.” Stacy says. Heather laughs. “Personally I like a dick about 7 to 9 inches. Five isn’t the worst, but it’s a little small. Maybe he knows how to use his mouth. You know how to eat pussy boy?”
“I think so.”
“If you’re very, very, very lucky, someday I might teach you.” My God, she’s something else.
We actually lose the next hand, and Stacy takes off her shirt. She’s still wearing her bra. “You like my tits?”
“They’re perfect.”
“Thanks, I think this is the time you lose and we see your little useless dick.” She says as she deals. He does lose, and he takes off his boxers. It’s not really that bad, but man does he turn red. Heather laughs. I think more because of his discomfort.
“This isn’t so bad for you.” Stacy says. “This is part of you learning your place in the world, little dicked man, but this is just the beginning. You want to play more cards?”
“He’s naked.” I say “He lost.”
“How about this, the next time you lose you have to do something we say.” He trys to cover up his penis. “And don’t cover that, we won the right to see that.”
“What would I have to do?”
“You’d have to dance for us.” He agrees, we play and he loses. Stacy looks at his discards. “What’s this. You had the cards to win, and you threw them out.”
“Oh, I’m not that good.” He says.
“Maybe you wanted to lose. Maybe you want to do what we say. Admit it.”
“You’re right.” What the hell is this guy about.
“Okay, we won’t even play cards then. You’ll be our little dicked bitch for the night. I mean that’s the game I wanted to play all along anyway. It looks like we’ve got our own little boytoy girls. The first thing your going to do is go into the bathroom get a towel. That can be your prop. Then you’re gonna come out here and give us a little sexy dance, and it better be good.”
Originally posted 2008-03-12 15:52:59.
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