Declaration of War

Thumbing his dusty nose, Harry said "Dare," with his eyes glued to my state of undress. Now was my chance to either end this, or at least get some semblance of control back over the situation. Jack was enjoying this way too much, squirming and wriggling like a boy bursting for the toilet. The mere thought of my most intimate place making even accidental contact with his snake was enough to make me want to vomit.

"Fine, since Jacky boy here is moving around like he's about to piss himself, why not put him too good use. I dare you to snort a line off the end of his cock."

In a brief moment of unity, Molly and Lea burst out laughing.

It was a long shot, but since my image of Harry was already broken, why not take the biggest emotional brick I could find and shatter it completely. Jack wasted no time protesting. "Hang on a fucking minute!" He didn't want push back too hard however, since ending game ment I no long had to sit in his lap and us girls could get dressed.

Both Paul and Joan watch silently in shock, looking between Harry and me. Harry's gaze was now fixed to mine. His expression somewhere between anger and pleading. Tonight was ultimately Jack's fault but Harry always had the power to stop it. I didn't fire the first shot but I'd be damned if mine didn't hit it's mark, and he knew it. What he decided would not only dictate the course of the game, but the whole night.

"What's the matter, you two? Is the game no longer fun when it's not one of use girls debasing ourselves? Fairs fair, am I right?" The tension could be cut with a knife.

"Fuck, mate. I thinks she's got us dead to rights." Jack's voice was trembling. Even as he tried to save face, despite earlier objections. He wasn't holding onto my waist as tightly. Now, instead of trying to rub himself against me, he was shaking in the midst of his mini gay panice. "Why don't we have a few drinks, smoke a few joints and call it a night?"

"Shut the fuck up, Jack!" Snaped Harry. For the first time, Jack's brovado was starting to evaporate. Caught between wanting to keep me in his lap and running out the door. Harry on the other hand could see right through what I was doing. Was this the man I once knew or the junkie staring daggers at me? I'd be lying if I said the thought of Harry's face being inches away from my sex didn't still excite me, but this was so far removed from anything I'd dare imagine. My body was starting to come alive to thoughts of the wild possibilities it this gambit backfired.

Vi, get a hold of yourself girl. Do you really want to start getting wet while still on Jacks lap? It was no use of course. My body new what it wanted, despite my minds objections.

"Fine, but I'm not touching his dick, so you need to hold him steady." Harry spoke calmly, doing his best to give nothing away. His eyes never leaving mine. My own anger and frustration held in check by a growing desire to see how my failure played out. I was so sure either Harry or Jack would have chickened out.

Lea was so enraptured by what was going on that she was no longer focused on covering herself as she moved closer on the bed to watch what was about to happen.

Molly looked at me in confusion, mouthing, "what the fuck?"

There wasn't time to reply as the coke bag was suddenly pushed infront of me. I already saw an immediate problem. "Sorry, but can someone hold Jacks cock steady while I set up the line?"

"Ha! You're on your own with that one." Smirked Lea.

"I love you, girl, but not even if you me," said Molly shaking her head.

"I-I...I'll do it!"

The entire room turned at once to look at a bright red Joan. Silence fell, as she seemed to glide over without hesitation, kneeling to the side of me and Jack. Her experience with Paul had clearly caused something to snap. Her country bumpkin demeanor was definitely starting to crack. Suddenly getting her first facial infront her classmates was bound to have consequences.

Chirst, did I breath in some of that coke dust? I'm practically salivating over Joan losing her innocence. So much for trying to get the boys to crash out.

"Wow, one shot of Paul's jizz and she's ready for seconds. Haha!"

Jack being a disgusting pig, right on que. You could set your watch by him at this point.

As I began sorting what I could only guess was a decent enough amount of powder from the bag into my other palm, Joan had taken it upon herself to "getting Jack ready." Unfortunately, either Joan had misunderstood the assignment or was too distracted by how much bigger Jack was over Paul; possibly a combination of both. Instead of just holding his trouser snake still, she was actively jerking him off.

"Ugh, Joan, honey, I only need you to keep it still, not get it hard."

"Oh," she said said sheepishly, her face turning an even brighter shade of red. It didn't matter. The damage was done and Jacks member was already at half mast. It was more the girth than the length that made the sight of it intimidating. My dangerously moist lower lips could feel the raw heat radiating from it.

"That's the good shit, so try and not drop any of it," teased Jack.

I had lost count over how many times I had rolled my eyes at this point. All I could do was grit my tetth once more and just get throught this. As if icing a cake, or more like finger painting, I carefully tried to make a small white line of coke along Jack's length. "Fucking hold still, you wanker!" I yelled at him as his cock kept twinging and pulsing under my touch.

Harry was strangely quiet through all this. His hands still shaking, his gaze fixated on my shoddy coke line and the throbbing cock it sat upon. Was he considering backing out or was he too far gone?