Dare of course

“Dare,” Charles said bold.

“Okay,” Ashley said and looked directly at Charles. “Do a striptease till you are in your boxer shorts.” Everyone looked in amazement at Ashely's guts. Charles also seemed dumbfounded.

"What?" he asked.

"Do a striptease," Ashley repeated. “I'll take care of the music.”

Ashley picked up her phone and startted scrolling for a number. Charles looked around the room, making small talk through his eye contact with everyone of us.

"Ready?" Ashley asked.

Charles shrugged, laughed, and said.

“I was born ready."

Ashley pressed play and we watched Charles slowly, step by step, take off his clothes. First his T-shirt. A nicely trained belly was hidden behind that piece of fabric. Then his shoes, socks and finally his jeans. At the end of the song, he was wearing nothing but nice smooth black underpants, with a big bulge clearly visible. Charles turned around for a moment and sat down again. Everyone clapped. Ashley turned the music off.

"Well done Charles," I say. "You're a natural or did you practice?"

"Funny enough I did.” He replied. “Had to striptease once before, for a show."

"Why wasn't I invited'?" Iris asked.

"Because I was stripteasing, I invited nobody I knew."

"And well done to you Ashley. I thought you never could come up with anything during truth or dare?" I said, looking at Ashley in disbelief.

"Not within normal limits," she said slyly. "But you guys seemed to have broken those right away."

"Fuck limits," says Charles. "Fuck Limits!” I repeated. The game continued, but with a new kind of excitement.

“Hedwig” Charles looked at her. “Truth or Dare?”