Nicole, but she makes it a contest

Sarah couldn't help but smile as she read the name. It was exactly who she was thinking of, and she knew just what she wanted from her. Since John had so unkindly set Tom up for failure against Nicole, it would only be fair for Sarah to even things up by tilting the scales in his favor. To do that, all she would have to do was to think of a contest that he would win. Leaning forward to grab her drink and wet her mouth that was still dry after licking Miranda, Sarah had a flash of inspiration.

"Nicole!" She announced the name after taking a sip of her drink, putting it back down on the table and locking eyes with the surprised blonde haired girl across the room. "I want to do another contest, you vs Tom again," she rubbed her hands together as she spoke, "not a battle of wits though, that's not fair to Tom," she snickered as he glared silently at her. Nicole edged forward in her seat, the sound of another contest reawakening her competitive side just like Sarah had hoped.

"No, this will be much easier. A simple drinking contest, finish your drink, GO!"

Nicole scrambled to grab her vodka and coke, flicking the straw out of the way and bringing the glass straight up to her lips. Tilting her head back, she allowed the cold and harsh tasting brown liquid to flow over her tongue. When the hard sting of vodka hit the back of her throat she had to stop, silently cursing herself for not asking you to make it weak. The glass was at least a double when normally she would only ever order a single, and that was still plenty strong enough for her.

She took a deep breath in through her nose before diving in again, throwing the last remaining dregs of her drink down her throat with a grimace. The burning sensation down her throat made her gasp and screw shut her eyes as she leant forward to slam her emptied cup back on the table. That was the second hardest thing she'd had to swallow that night after Tom's thick load, and at least that didn't taste bad as it poured down her throat.

After a second of enduring the pain, Nicole opened her screwed shut eyes to see Tom already smugly finished. His solo cup of beer had disappeared down his gullet in a single swig before Nicole had even gone back for her second slurp, and now it rested upside down on the table between them. Her eyes closed again, this time in tense resignation. She had lost, and now she knew what would happen next.

Sarah, along with a couple of others, couldn't help but laugh when Nicole had opened her eyes to see her defeat. For Sarah, the outcome had been preordained before the competition had even began. Even if she hadn't known Tom's propensity to hold his liquor, she knew that beer went down easier than vodka, and that Tom's cup was at least partway empty while Nicole's was mostly full. More importantly than that, she knew you couldn't complain how you normally would. You had knowingly set Tom up to fail earlier, this was just a taste of your own medicine.

"That didn't seem very fair," you muttered, one of the only people not laughing. No one else seemed to notice your comment, but Sarah decided to address it anyway. "You know John, you said I had a Tom bias, but I'm beginning to think you have a Nicole bias. Have you got a little crush of your own you want to tell us about?" She asked, cocking her head playfully. In an instant, your cheeks went red. "Nope," you replied, grabbing Miranda's hips tighter and sinking back in your seat. It was clear you wouldn't be arguing about how the game was played for at least a little while.

With you shut down, for now, Sarah turned her attention back to the victor of the game. "You won Tom," she stated, "that means you get the next dare and you get to punish Nicole!" The petite blonde haired girl instantly turned red at that wording, and Sarah knew exactly what she was thinking about. Apparently, Tom's head was also in the same space. "I already punished her once, remember?" He laughed, "I bent that little brat over my knee and spanked her cute ass, but I still don't think she learned anything." Nicole cringed to hear herself spoken about like that, like she was an object, and Tom hadn't even said what her forfeit was yet.

Nicole tried to kid herself that the blush in her cheeks was just from the booze she had so rapidly ingested, but she knew better. The thought of being at Tom's mercy, especially so soon after sucking his fat cock, was not effecting her the way she imagined it would. Having him talk about her not only like she wasn't there, but also like she belonged to him, was doing much worse to her than just making her cringe.

"Well, you tried the stick and she didn't learn, maybe this time you should try giving her the carrot," Sarah joked, kicking her feet idly as she teased Nicole alongside Tom. "I already gave her the carrot too, I guess she might need another taste," Tom laughed, crudely patting his large bulge through his jeans again. Nicole bit her lip and blushed again as she remembered that big "carrot" buried all the way to the back of her throat.

"Nicole," Tom began, obviously about to state her forfeit based on the way his tone of voice changed. "Since you teased me with it last time, I want you to sit on my lap for real for the next round, and I want you to play with my cock as you do it." He delivered the decree of her punishment while staring deep into her eyes, until Nicole inevitably quavered and looked away. Despite the outrageous conditions of the dare, no one came to her defense. John was still cowed into quiet and neither Matt nor Miranda saw fit to object.

"Fine," Nicole eventually huffed, once it was obvious that no aid was coming. Picking herself up, she stalked around the table toward Tom, her eyes glued to the floor to avoid seeing him looking all smug again. This was the second time she'd had to shamefully submit herself to him, but at least this time his cock was only going in her hands instead of in her mouth. In front of his wide spread legs, she paused, unsure of where exactly to sit. She didn't want to be too close to that huge hunk of meat he called a dick, but she still had to be within arms reach of it. Perching on his thigh and reaching over to his groin seemed like a decent idea, but that would mean looking towards him with her face perilously close to his. He might do something stupid like kiss her, and she might do something even stupider and let him

After some thought she decided that she'd rather face towards Tom's cock than to his face, so she would straddle him like Miranda was currently straddling you. Kneeling on the couch beside him, she put her hand on his shoulder for balance, only to shock herself as she suddenly remembered he was shirtless. The firmness of his broad frame took her by surprise, and without even thinking her hand relaxed to press more flatly against his physique. It took all her willpower to catch herself from full on groping him and, with a shuddering breath in, she moved on.

Out of desperation to not get distracted again, Nicole kept her eyes down, blindly throwing her leg over him and backing her ass up against his washboard abs. "And before you ask, yeah, this is my fetish," he growled into her ear as she settled down on top of him, his big hands dominantly seizing her slender hips. for a moment she thought he was going to take her and reposition her like she was a doll, instead he just held her in place, his fingers tracing underneath her shirt to graze her sensitive skin below.

"Now play with it, Nicole," he murmured into her ear, calling her by her name for what felt like the first time. Hearing him say her name, the cool confidence of his command, and the gravel in his voice, all made her shiver slightly on top of him. "Okay, but I'm not pulling it out," she whispered, trying to sound defiant although her hands were already trembling. "That’s alright, I don’t pull out either," he replied, his mouth still so close to her ear that his nose must be brushing against her short blonde hair.

"Bastard," Nicole thought as she struggled to suppress a smile despite herself. Considering he was so slow most of the time, he always did have something smart to answer back with. Rather than say anything else and potentially get even more embarrassed (or aroused), Nicole shut her mouth and turned her attention to the last remaining part of her forfeit.

Tom hadn't even bothered to redo his jeans when he'd tucked his cock away to get on the floor, so the only thing between Nicole and Tom's tool were his boxer shorts. Like posting a letter, she pushed one hand under his elasticated waistband, through the short forest of his pubes, until her fingers found the base of his shaft. It was thick and solid, like a tree root, and it was still hard from when Sarah and Miranda had performed beneath it.

Technically, just one hand in his underwear would have completed her part of the bargain, but Nicole couldn't help herself. A dick like this NEEDED at least two hands to handle it, and Nicole couldn't pass up another opportunity to feel every impressive inch. She slid her first hand even further down, gripping halfway along his shaft, before sliding her left hand below his underwear in much the same way. Without being able to see it, it felt even larger, and she once again marveled at how she couldn't even come close to getting one small hand around it.

When she heard a quiet snort of laughter she whipped her head up, suddenly looking at all eyes on her that she had ignored as she had gotten into place. It was Sarah who had laughed, a look of mirth and a twinkle in her eye giving her away. Matt just looked bemused by the situation, taking his lead from Sarah when he could manage to tear his eyes off of her. John couldn't even look at her, but in front of him, Miranda was staring. The expression on her face was hard to read, but her pursed lips showed some displeasure. Was she worried for Nicole, or was she feeling something else?

That brief second of looking was all Nicole could bare before her cheeks burned red and she had to lower her head. She hated being the center of attention at the best of times, having so many people looking at her in such a compromising position was a nightmare.

Fortunately for Nicole, someone had already passed the hat to Tom, so Nicole didn't have to leave her seat and retake it again, drawing down a whole new wave of attention. Her hands could remain on his cock instead, and her eyes could stay so low to the ground.

"It's just for one round," she reminded herself, steadying her breathing and slowing her erratic heart as Tom reached into the hat for a name.

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