Miranda (Sarah's sadistic scheme)

Tom's handsome face split into a smile as he read what he had drawn. Miranda. Tom might have wanted to fuck most of the girls on campus, but she was one that he wanted most. With an hourglass figure, legs that just kept going up, and bouncy 36C tits, she was an absolute stunner. Add in her long wavy brown hair and her pretty smile, and one could understand why Tom had even thought about her whilst screwing other women.

Despite that, and despite the fact he was pretty sure she was attracted to him too, they had never hooked up.

Yet.

In Tom's hands he clutched a golden ticket to make her do whatever he wanted. Daring her to bang him would have been lame (if she even agreed), but he was sure he could think of away to spin this game into getting with her before the night was over.

"Miranda," he turned to face her as he said her name. Right by his side, she looked up at him, a nervous smile on her lips as she twirled and twirled a lock of brown hair around one finger. "I think I wanna see you twerk again," he said. At the concert, she'd been all over him, shaking her ass right in front of him. She'd only been wearing loose fitting harem pants then, so her ass had looked delicious as she jiggled it like jelly against his crotch.

Miranda's smile grew at his words. "You want me to twerk for you? Like I'm your private dancer? How selfish," she tutted. Despite her chiding tone, it was clear that she was not at all opposed to the prospect, but her words gave Tom an idea.

"Damn, when you put it like that. . ." he said, stroking his chin in mock thought. "Maybe you should twerk for all the guys here, just to be fair," he continued, changing his dare with a grin. Miranda's shoulders slumped instantly at this new caveat, and Tom saw a pleading glint in her eyes that seemed to say "please no" in the brief moment before she screwed them shut. Her pretty face scrunched in regret as she realized what she had just talked herself in to.

"Hey fellas, you hear that?" Tom asked, raising his voice to ensure the other men would hear him. "Miranda wants to dance for us all," he explained, smirking at the pretty girl next to him who was now burying her face in her hands.

Matt and John, meanwhile, had their own very different reactions to becoming involved in Miranda's dare. Matt looked embarrassed, like he always did, his eyes shooting quickly to Sarah and back, as if he was checking that his crush wasn't upset by this development. John, by contrast, looked ecstatic, his face lighting up like a fat kid in a candy store.

After a second of glee, however, he caught himself and restrained his overjoyed expression. "Erm, actually," he raised a finger, "I'm only okay with it if Miranda is happy about it. Enthusiastic consent, and all that," he explained, looking to Miranda for her approval even as he crossed his fingers in his lap. Sarah was almost impressed to see him sticking to his guns, even if it may have meant missing out on having a hot girl like Miranda twerk for him.

Fortunately for John, Miranda was still happy to play along.

"I'll consent," she said as she got to her feet. "So long as I get some music," she added, looking pointedly towards Sarah. Her friend took the hint, before plugging her phone back into the portable mini speaker beside her. As Sarah scrolled for something "twerky" to play, Miranda shook out her long brown hair and got ready to dance.

The skinny jeans she had on were hip-hugging, form fitting, and flaunted her figure perfectly. What they were not, was ideal to twerk in. Her ass didn't have a lot of room to shake with denim adhering tightly to it, but she would have to make do. Tugging her jeans up slightly, she walked around the table and towards her first target. Her dare may not have begun yet, but she had already sized up where she should begin.

The sounds of a heavy bassline from the speaker beside Sarah cued Miranda to start whenever she was ready. With a final adjustment of her jeans she turned her back, and her booty, on her first target. Matt. He had seemed to her to be the easiest to start with, his nervous reactions to everything so far suggested to her that it wouldn't take long for her to fluster him so she could move on to someone else.

When he realized what was about to happen, his eyes went wide, glancing more rapidly between Miranda's cute ass and Sarah's watchful face. Miranda spared him a glance over her shoulder, a sultry look through loose strands of her brown hair that only made him more unsettled. With her feet shoulder width apart, Miranda flexed her ass muscles, barely bouncing her booty to tease him even further. The sight made his legs close together even more tightly than Nicole's, as he tried to hide his body's natural reaction.

If he thought that was bad, he had seen nothing yet.

A female vocalist's quick and dirty rapping from Sarah's speaker urged Miranda to truly begin. Leaning forward to put her hands on her knees, she bounced her ass in time to the beat, both cheeks rolling up and down within their denim prison. Twerking had never really been Miranda's thing, but she had picked up a few tricks from hanging out with Sarah. Rolling her hips, she moved her ass in hypnotic circles, before glancing behind herself to see how Matt was enjoying the show.

The teasing smile Miranda had intended to shoot over her shoulder to him quickly turned into a real one as she saw the difficulty he was in. The blush that had been in his cheeks before she started had now crept down his body, and with his shirt off she could see the red flush of embarrassment was almost as far south as his nipples. In addition to his new skin tone, his knobby knees knocked together as he held his legs shut and clamped his hands over his crotch, **** to hide any sign of arousal.

Sensing he had had enough, Miranda laughed at his straining and decided to move on. Like a nymph, she danced sexily around the table to her next suitor, one who had already seemed interested in her. She passed Nicole as a new vulgar verse of the song started, before stepping in front of John. He rested his chubby hands on his knees as she approached, with only a slight tremor in his fingers and a twinkle behind his glasses to betray how excited he was.

Miranda shot him the same look she had given Matt as she put her feet into position, a glance over her shoulder of teasing sensuality. Based on the way his fingers tightened their grip on his cargo pants, he liked it even more than Matt did. If he liked that, Miranda knew he was going to love what happened next. Without missing a beat, she began to twerk again, picking up form where she left off with the same energy and enthusiasm.

John's eyes boggled behind his glasses as he stared at Miranda's ass as it bounced up and down and side to side, raving wildly around like she was completely carefree. The way it moved around so erratically before his eyes reminded him of a videogame he'd played, like her ass was an enemy jet in front of him desperately trying to avoid a lock-on. All of a sudden, his target dropped out of view.

As she got more and more into her dare, despite her misgivings Miranda found herself adding yet more flair to her exotic dancing. As John watched, she dropped into a low squat, her heels nearly jabbing herself in the ass. Down there, she shook her butt even faster, biting her lip as she threw her booty quickly up and down. Another look over her shoulder left her in no doubt as to how much John was enjoying her display. He was practically drooling as he stared down at her.

Putting a hand on the table for support, she pushed herself upright again, still wiggling her ass even as she stood up. With one final smack to her own behind, she stepped away from John, deciding to leave him wanting more.

"Did you like that John?" Nicole asked with a laugh while he blinked and wiped his bottom lip.

"That was even better than endgame!" He exclaimed, chubby hands picking his glasses off his nose to wipe the fogged up lenses.

Miranda appreciated his compliment, but she still paid John no further mind as she approached her final destination.

Tom.

Who was already sitting with his legs wide apart like he was waiting for Miranda to crawl between them. He almost got what he wanted straight away. Miranda stepped in close in front of him, her ass right in his face as she began to twerk for a third time. This time her signature sultry look was met by another one that made her heart race, even more than it was doing already.

Just like at the concert, Miranda shook her ass just for Tom, the din of the music fading away as she focused on the man behind her. Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she bent low enough to almost grab her ankles and threw her cute booty practically in Tom's face. Slowly, she straightened up again, running her hands luxuriously up her legs whilst her ass kept moving.

To her surprise, she felt a firm grip on her right hip from behind. "Remember this form the concert?" Tom asked, running his hand down her thigh so that his thumb pressed against her ass.

"Mmph," Miranda sighed, throwing her head back and shaking her ass a little faster for him. She did remember it, she remembered how powerful Tom had felt pressed behind her on a crowded dancefloor. That wasn't all she remembered, however. Bucking his hand off her hip, she let herself fall backwards until she was practically sat in his lap, her ass on his crotch.

"Do you remember this?" She countered, moving her ass back and forth in long strokes against his groin. She felt like a stripper giving a client a lap dance, but that thought didn't make her embarrassed in the way she thought it should. Instead, she just slipped a thumb into her mouth and bit down on it as she pushed herself back against Tom. Against her soft, rippling, ass, she felt an undeniable hardness form.

"Ooh, I definitely remember that," she giggled, sliding his shaft between her softs cheeks, grinding on his cock through both of their jeans. Through so many layers of clothes it was hard to tell just how big it was, but Miranda had heard from Sarah that it was dick that would change her life. She wasn't sure if one dick could do that, but maybe if she twerked on it some more she could figure it out.

Sarah watched her friend grinding on Tom with an unhidden grin. Miranda was still following her agenda even without knowing what it was, and Sarah knew that the lurid display she was putting on was already getting to John. From the way he glared at the two of them across the room, Sarah could tell that it was making his blood boil. Based on how heavy he was, it probably bubbled like syrup in his veins, and she hoped that soon it would pop and he would call it quits and leave her alone for good.

Miranda was still caught up thinking about the mega cock Sarah had promised her when she heard the song come towards it's climax. "Dare's over," she muttered to Tom, untangling herself from his embrace. Luckily for her, he just let her go, and she got to her feet just in time for the song to end. It was only when she stood up again that she realized she was panting and sweaty.

In all, she had spent barely one minute dancing with each guy, but three minutes of constant twerking was still enough to leave her breathless. The pale back of her hand chased beads off sweat off her brow, as the reviews of her performance came in.

"Whooh, you go girl!" Sarah cried.

"Gee, that was truly otherworldy," John gasped, before picking up his drink and taking a large swig.

"You still got it girl," Tom muttered behind her, and she knew without looking that he was still staring at her ass.

As the praise rolled in, Miranda closed her eyes and took a bow. The warmth of all that positive attention soaked into her like the morning sun, making her feel comfortable in the way that attention always did. What being in the spotlight couldn't do, however, was quench her thirst. She had to do that herself, picking up her glass and draining it before scooping up the hat with her other hand.

She put her empty cup down on the table with the others, and returned to her seat, ready to draw a name of her own.

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