Miranda

Tom smiles broadly as he reads the name on the paper before tossing it back into the hat. From the way his lecherous eyes land on Miranda it's obvious what he's drawn, but Miranda still sighs when he reads off her name. "Y'know babe, I'm pretty sure the last time you did a dare you didn't finish it. So this time I actually want you to finish the job. No penalty though, you just have to get it done," he speaks in cryptic circles but Miranda knows what he wants. Still, she feels she has to shamefully clarify, "you want me to get your dick hard again?"

The smug grin on his face confirms that's exactly what he wants before he can even speak again. "Yup, your little friend can help too," he adds, his gaze slipping over to Nicole who still wraps protectively around Miranda. "Nuh-uh, nope. My dare lasts until my or Miranda's name was drawn. Miranda's name was just drawn and there is no way I'm going near you," Nicole rants, already moving to pull away from Miranda, only to be stopped by the brown haired girls grip on her wrists. "You're really gonna let Miranda come over here alone and almost completely naked? Damn, thanks Nicole," Tom comments, his eyes already trained on Miranda's genitals through Nicole's censoring hand. Meanwhile Miranda gives Nicole puppy dog eyes of her own, not wanting to be abandoned completely while literally within Tom's grasp. "Ugh, fine," Nicole sighs before she and Miranda get cautiously to their feet.

Arm in arm they shuffle over to Tom, Nicole doing her best to cover Miranda's sensitive area as they both blush. Despite knowing where she's going Miranda still wants to get there quickly, walking in the middle of the room like this with all eyes on her makes her feel so exposed. Nicole can't exactly cover her ass and she's acutely aware that no one's going to look away from it as it bounces across the room. The alternative might be sitting in Tom's lap but at least it means fewer angles to be gawked at from. Arriving at that smirking asshole, Nicole and Miranda manage to orchestrate turning their backs to him with all the elegance of a learner trying to parallel park.

Gingerly, like they were about to sit down in a mouse trap, the girls lower themselves on to Tom. Somewhat thoughtlessly, Miranda straddles Tom's right thigh again, forcing Nicole to sit down directly in the middle of his lap. Fortunately for her, most of his cock is tucked down his right thigh again, running under Miranda. With a final sigh of resignation Miranda starts moving, giving Tom another lap dance just like before. She starts off by raising herself off his leg, swaying her childbearing hips, and shaking her soft, rippling ass for him. You loved the sight of her ass in her leggings, you can only imagine how good it must look now completely bare.

This foreplay of just showing off her body to him doesn't last long and soon enough, (too soon for your liking) Miranda lowers herself on to Tom's leg again. Once there she shows off just what she learned from Tom's teachings earlier, moving her body smoothly up and down his leg like she was polishing his thigh with her body. Despite having apparently learned much from him Miranda also incorporates some of her own earlier moves, like sensually running her hands through her hair and glancing teasingly over her shoulder, although without music she looks a little uncomfortable doing it. At least Tom has kept his hands off her for now, you think, remembering earlier where he had groped her under her shirt and between her legs. Now, with no leggings to stop him, you shudder to think what his fingers might do.

Miranda does her best to give Tom an even better lap dance than before but, it’s quite difficult with Nicole still doing her best to protect and cover her. As she moves her body she’s acutely aware that the living censor bar Nicole can’t always keep up, and there’s definitely occasional brief flashes of her trimmed bush that she can do nothing about. Not without Nicole directly putting her hand on her and cupping her pussy, something neither of them want. Watching on from across the room those short moments make it impossible for you to look away, even though you know you shouldn’t watch. The possibility of seeing yet more of your crush combined with the seeming randomness of Nicole's hands slipping in just the right way forces you to watch, like a gambler waiting for his lucky number to come up.

Besides her hand Nicole sits stock still beside Miranda, as if hoping that if she didn't move then she wouldn't have to get involved. Someone else does want her to be involved, however. "You're really gonna make Miranda do all the hard work Nicole?" Tom asks. "Some friend you are," he chides her, guilting her into moving too. With an irritated look over her shoulder she starts "dancing" along side Miranda. She pivots her hips in his lap, more like a dog wiggling itself down to get comfy than a stripper giving a lap dance, but it’s still better than nothing. As she does it Nicole glares at the rest of you as if to ask “what are you looking at?” making you at least look away.

Sarah looks on at the two of them grinding and gyrating in Tom's lap with a smile and a sense of relief. She had been worried that Tom would be too pig headed to woo either of the girls, even with his insider knowledge. Fortunately, he had proved that he had enough sense to not be overly direct and just say something stupid like "Nicole, suck my cock," from the jump. Having them both brush up on his dick again, reminding them just how big it really is, seems like a good start to Sarah. With any luck he'd keep at least the slightest amount of subtlety until they were too horny to say no. Looking at the distinct blush filling the other girls cheeks, Sarah would say he was making a good start on that too.

Across the room Nicole and Miranda continue their dancing, their hips occasionally bumping against each other like they were on a packed dancefloor. That thought conjures up memories in Miranda of her own earlier dance floor incident, how powerless she'd felt when Tom had put his strong hands on her hips, and how shocked she was when she felt that big long something pressed against her ass. She couldn't believe that she was giving that same asshole his second lap dance of the night while hoping that she would get him hard. If she drew his name she'd have to do something to get back at him for all this.

Miranda's thoughts of embarrassment and **** are cut short when her target speaks. "You've got a nice ass," he growls, making Miranda roll her eyes. "Thanks," she responds in a monotone without stopping grinding on his thigh. "Not you, I'm talking about Nicole," he replies, making the blonde haired girl's eyes go wide. She shares a confused glance with Miranda before peaking over her shoulder to see that, to her shock, Tom really is ogling her butt. "Oh erm, thank you," she replies with a deep blush, completely shocked that Tom is sparing so much as a glance at her with the curvaceous Miranda half-nude beside her.

With all Tom's attention apparently on her Nicole finds herself thinking about how she's moving for the first time. Instead of the random grinding in Tom's lap, like she was trying to scratch an itch without using her hands , she starts moving hesitantly back and forth like Miranda does. Her reward is yet more unsolicited praise from Tom. "Yeah, back that ass up," he growls lowly through gritted teeth. Nicole can feel the hair on the back of her neck standing up as he speaks, but she's unsure what exactly that means.

That's not all she can feel, however. She doesn't know how long his hand has been on her thigh by the time she notices, but it somehow must have crept up their while she was grinding on him without her realizing. "H-hey, I thought the rules were not touching!" she tells him off , batting lightly at his hand as she does. "I'm just giving you a helping hand, teaching you like I taught Miranda," he calls back to when he'd moved Miranda's body back and forth on his thigh like a doll, an action that had struck Nicole as suspiciously erotic at the time.

"I don't want to learn anything from you," she fires back, although when she looks to her side and sees Tom's other hand resting on Miranda's bare thigh she stops physically resisting him. If her more experienced friend isn't smacking Tom for touching her when she's half naked then why should Nicole? "Oh but I think I've got so much to teach you," he drawls, using his grip on her yielding thigh to pull Nicole back and forth, her butt bumping repeatedly against the firm base of something in the middle of his crotch. This seat was never comfy, but now for some reason that Nicole can't put a finger on it seems a lot worse.

Miranda had immediately noticed Tom's hand slipping on to her hip, but in her eagerness to be finished with the dare she decided not to make a big deal out of it. Besides, his grip is pretty loose and he's only touching her rather than fully groping her like last time. When Miranda hears Tom whispering to Nicole she shoots a quizzical look at the pair of them other her shoulder. She's shocked to see that, not only is Tom talking to Nicole, his full focus seems to be on her. His eyes stare at her pert ass through her jeans and one hand is gently rubbing her thigh. Miranda snorts in frustration. If Tom isn't paying attention to her, the sexy one, then this dare will take even longer. Just to get the dare over, Miranda will have to steal his attention back.

Leaning forward with her hands on Tom's knee Miranda ups the ante and ups her tempo. First she moves her body up and down, bouncing quickly on Tom's leg like she was riding a horse. Next she leans up on her feet again and shakes her ass, her ass cheeks bouncing lewdly side to side as she twerks for him. Sarah had taught her how to twerk and, while she didn't have as much of the goods as Sarah, she still knew how to use them. Peeking over her shoulder again she sees that Tom is almost going cross eyed as he tries to keep his eyes on Nicole while Miranda's bouncing butt steals the show. Turning back Miranda smiles to herself. She didn't want to overshadow Nicole, but she would do it if it meant finishing this dare faster.

Leaning back Miranda lowers herself on to Tom's leg again and gets ready to keep dancing, only to stop when she feels something big and hard with her left thigh. "There it is! Hard again, just like last time," she cries, reaching down under herself to double check. Running her fingers along that drainpipe in Tom's jeans she's dead certain his dick is rock hard, but she still wants a second opinion so she doesn't get another penalty. "Quick feel it Nicole, prove I’m not lying," Miranda slides forward along Tom's leg to allow Nicole to reach behind her and feel up his inner thigh. "Y-yeah, he’s hard alright," Nicole stutters, blushing as she feels up, and up, and up, Tom's dick for the second time tonight. Having his cock covered up like this somehow makes it seem even bigger, even though Nicole has already seen it. When she gropes it like a blind woman and tries to visualize it it seems almost inhuman.

With the two girls groping his cock again Tom smiles broadly, pissing you off. It was bad enough when it happened the first time, now that prick has managed to worm his way into two lapdances and five gropes (one from Sarah and two each from Nicole and Miranda.) The only good thing about this is that now the dare is over and Nicole and Miranda probably won't lay another finger on him for the rest of the night.

"Do you want to check too Sarah or am I done?" Miranda asks before she gets up, preemptively peeling Tom's hand off her hip as she speaks. "I'll trust you, I think you learned your lesson last time," she smirks as she looks down to her friends bare bottom half. Taking that as permission Nicole and Miranda both hurriedly stand up as one, eager to get away from Tom's grasp. The two of them both look flustered from the dare, but clearly relieved that it's over. Nicole in particular looks a little shook, lap dances and groping being well outside your naïve friend's wheelhouse.

"One more thing Nicole," Tom calls out to her as they stand up, making her glance over her shoulder at him. "You can let go of Miranda now," he tells her, making her pull away from Miranda quickly in an effort to put an end to their awkward situation. Too quickly. She moves away without warning Miranda at all, meaning for one brief and glorious moment you can see between her spread, naked legs. A short, groomed, bush of brown hair tops Miranda's slit, which looks just as sweet and tight as you'd imagined on so many lonely nights. In the split second before Miranda's panicked hands cover herself again you could have sworn you saw a slight glistening, like a drop of morning dew between her thighs. You can only enjoy the unexpected sight for a moment before her thighs clamp shut like the gates to the garden of Eden.

"Oops, sorry Miranda," Nicole calls out, blushing at her mistake. She quickly reaches forward to cover her friend again, but Miranda waves her off. "It's fine," Miranda sighs, covering herself with both hands as a blush of her own propagates through her cheeks. With her hands like that joined over her crotch she squeezes her breasts between her arms, making her 36C tits look even bustier. Interlacing her fingers over her privates, and keeping her legs close together, Miranda hobbles over to the hat. She takes special care to keep her back as straight as possible as she reaches down to get it, not wanting to bend over and show off her ass anymore than she has already.

Sarah smiled to herself again as she saw an unmistakable warmth radiating through both her female friends as they headed back to their seats. The glow in their cheeks looked to Sarah like feeling up Tom's big cock again had caused them to experience more than just embarrassment. She hoped that the ball could keep rolling even when things were outside of her and Tom's direct control. Hopefully when Miranda or anyone else gave a dare they wouldn't do anything to derail her plans too badly. Sarah smiles again more genuinely as she watches Miranda struggle to grab the hat without exposing herself.

As Miranda awkwardly retrieves the hat, cupping her lower area with one hand as she does, she's reminded again of the person who put her in this position. Tom, and his stupid, stubborn, dick. While Miranda really wanted to put some clothes back on, what she wanted right now was a little payback. Whoever she drew next could be her agent to get it, once she felt even with Tom she could go back to enjoying the afterparty. Sitting down beside Nicole and crossing her legs tightly Miranda reaches into the hat, her mind awash with schemes for petty ****.