Order

Mandy sets the shot glass upside down next to the seven full shots. She plays with it idly and suggestively while she licks her lips.

"Take off everything you're wearing besides your for your t-shirt and your pants," she says calmly. You're both surprised and pleased at the directness.

"Damn, getting that out of the way fast..."

"I just want to make sure that you're not going to puss out on anything later. No sense in getting a girl all worked up only to have you quit at the last second."

"I can't argue with that," you say and casually use your toes to take your sandals off under the table. "Done," you say with a smirk just a second later.

She raises a pierced eyebrow is returned your same grin.

"Man after my own heart..." Mandy says half under her breath.

"Not quite," you say, letting your gaze drift over her chest. You pick a shot of tequila and down it. It's a little harsher than you were expecting, but you keep it together.

"I'm ordering you to do the same. why don't you lose everything except for that shirt and that skirt," you say, managing to keep your eyes on hers and not glued to her stiffening nipples.

She rolled her eyes.

"Using the same order? That's so lame," she sighs. The look only lasts a second before that smile returns to her face...