John (Sarah's sadistic scheme)

Sarah rolled the corner of the paper between two manicured fingers as she read it. John. One of the three annoyances she wanted to rid herself of tonight. It actually took Sarah a second to remember which one of them he was. Both he and Matt were so lame and dorky that Sarah wouldn't have been able to tell them apart if they hadn't been following her around all month.

John was the chubby one wearing baggy cargo pants and a loose black tee, with a reference Sarah didn't understand printed across the chest. Over that he wore a black shirt that Sarah was willing to bet he couldn't button up if he tried. Matt wore "sensible" dark jeans and a long sleeve button-up shirt, probably his mommies idea of good fashion. He even had every button done up tightly like he was going for a job interview, with the collar holding closely around his toothpick neck.

Nicole, the one Sarah could tell apart only due to her gender, had a conservative blouse on, buttoned up to her neck just like Matt. Beneath that, she wore a plaid skirt that stretched just past her knees, with a pair of tights and some sensibly flat shoes. Of course all three of them wore thick rimmed and purely functional glasses. The three of them looked like picture perfect members of the loser patrol.

The first thought Sarah had when she read his name was just to dare him to go home. She remembered doing that to a boy she didn't like when she was eight years old playing truth or dare, and it had been pretty funny then, but that kind of outright honesty wouldn't be acceptable now they were all adults. People would talk and somehow she would be the bad guy just for telling the truth. If she wanted to humiliate John and have him gone permanently, she would have to think of something else.

Looking at his weedy little arms attached to his round torso, like skinny tree branches sticking out of a fat snowman, Sarah had an idea. "John, do ten pushups," she said, not even bothering to pretend to be polite. Nicole laughed at that, making exactly the sort of nerdy snorting that Sarah had expected, as Tom and Miranda shared a wry smile. "Ah geez, I haven't done push ups since high school gym class," John sighed, rubbing his hands together as he got to his feet.

"We can tell," Tom muttered under his breath to Miranda, making her laugh guiltily as she smacked him on the leg. Like a bear settling down to sleep, John lumbered to his feet and then lowered into position on the floor. "One," John grunted as his face neared the carpet.

"Push-ups count when you push UP, dude," Tom corrected him, as Miranda did her best to hide her smirking face in her hands.

"Oh, right. One!" John corrected himself as he reached his apex, forcing the word out as his shaking shoulders moved back up. Things never got better from that shaky start. Each subsequent push-up from John was slower and more belabored than the last, his arms clearly unused to exercise after years of nothing but videogames and typing on keyboards. If Sarah cared about him at all then the way he panted and trembled after such minor exertion would have made her worry for her heart. Fortunately for her, she did not, so she was free to watch the display with dispassionate disdain.

"Fiiiiiiive," he exhaled, digging his fingers into Sarah's carpet like he was in agony. On the far side of John, Sarah saw Tom discretely laughing at the struggling young man, even as Miranda slapped his knee in a vain effort to make him stop. She was smiling too, but at least she tried to hide it form the floundering athlete. Looking at the two of them together, Sarah couldn't believe how much the opposite of the losers they were.

Tom, in addition to being Sarah's favorite lay, was the handsome and charismatic captain of the football team. He probably weighed as much as John despite being half a head taller than him and Sarah knew from experience that he had no trouble going up and down much faster and deeper than that fat nerd was doing.

Miranda looked like the high school prom queen from every 80s movie, with a clear white smile, pretty blue eyes, and long locks of brown hair. She understood why John was attracted to her, but she had no idea how he'd deluded himself into thinking he had a chance. On the couch together, trying not to laugh at John's dismal efforts, Tom and Miranda made a cute couple that John couldn't hope to compete with.

They weren't the only ones making light of John's unworthy efforts. "I'm sure I could do t-twice as many as that," Matt stuttered into her ear in a vain attempt at self aggrandizement. "I'm sure you could," Sarah agreed. He could hardly do any worse than John, who was sweating even as he wheezed "seven." It seemed the only person who was fully rooting for John was Nicole, who gave her best effort to cheerlead from the sideline.

"Come on John, you can do it," she cried, "a man of your age should be able to accomplish at least 13 and 1/2 pushups in a minute!" It was not a very good attempt at cheerleading, but John still seemed to appreciate it. He grunted something that sounded like thanks before he **** himself up again, a barely audible "eight" escaping his lips. As an actual cheerleader herself, and head of the squad, Sarah couldn't help but compare herself to Nicole.

That nerdy girl couldn't have been more of Sarah's opposite if she tried. Where Sarah's hair ran down to her shoulders in luscious red curls, Nicole's was straight and to the point, barely coming lower than her ears. Nicole wore shoes that were flat and reasonable, Sarah sported a pair of sexy and impractical heels. They both wore skirts but Sarah's was so short that if she didn't keep her legs crossed she would be flashing everyone. Sarah was taller than her, curvier than her, and undeniably hotter. Tiny b cups had to compete against bouncy DDs, slender hips compared poorly to child-birthing ones that swayed with every step. The only thing Sarah couldn't compare was asses, because Nicole always kept hers well covered, but Sarah was sure her thick, grabbable, behind would have that beat too.

Maybe Tom wouldn't even want to fuck her, it would be a shame to waste a dick of his caliber on such a plain jane, after all.

While Sarah pettily judged Nicole, John had nearly completed his dare, although that was with one minor caveat. His form had been getting worse with every subsequent rep so now that as he leant forward for number ten, his ass was in the air higher than his shoulders. That just would not do.

"Ahh, do them properly or it won't count," Sarah chided him, jabbing his fleshy rear with the sharp heel of her shoe. He made a whimper like a stuck pig, dropping down forward so his nose nearly brushed the carpet. Sarah hoped he would give up or fail so she could have an excuse to kick him out, but then he corrected his posture. "Y-yes, Sarah," he stammered like a scared manservant, repeating the motion properly this time.

As his pudgy shoulders rose up the final time, Nicole broke into literal applause. "Well done John, I was certain you could do it," she said, rapidly clapping her hands beside her face as she spoke. "Yes, well done sir," Matt chimed in, acting like he'd never badmouthed his friend as he reached down to offer him a hand. John gratefully accepted it, wrapping his fingers around Matt's wrist and hauling his large frame to his feet.

"That was more difficult than I imagined," he sighed, wiping beads of sweat form his brow with the back of his forearm. "Maybe you should go home and get some practice?" Sarah suggested with a straight face. "Maybe after the party," John laughed through short breaths, mistaking her disdain for playful banter. "So, who's turn would it be now to be dungeon master?" He asked, turning to Nicole and completely ignoring Sarah, which naturally pissed her off more.

"Victori spolia," Nicole replied, "to the victor, go the spoils. In this instance I suppose the spoils is the hat, and since John completed his dare he's the victor. Victori petasus," Nicole said with a grin, snort laughing again at her own pun that no one else could hope to understand.

"Oh heck yeah, my turn," John said, stuffing a hand into the hat as Sarah glared at him from behind. His cheeks were bright red, but he didn't seem that embarrassed by his shameful display. It was obvious that if Sarah wanted him and his other friends gone, then she would have to step up her humiliation game.

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