What kind of game?

...The Scout asks.

You wink and point to the bed. After the Scout sits again you speak more. "It's an easy game. At first, we just have to be honest. You ask me a question and I answer it. Then I get to ask you one. We have to be completely honest, but you can ask whatever you want."

The scout contorts his face in a goofy grin. "Any question?"

"Anything," you say, holding your response to tantalize him. You feel like a teacher in a room all alone with your favorite student. He is naive, clueless and awkward, but you can't help but drag him into your web of seduction. You can't wait until the games are over and he is yours, but the anticipation is electrifying and you wouldn't dream of skipping it. You straighten your back and push your breasts forward for his eyes to drink in. "You get to go first, okay?"

The scout is staring at your tits, lost to the world. After a while he manages to utter a single word: "Cool."

You narrow your eyes and watch as he manages to come back down. He then sets his mind to thinking. "What's your name?" he asks.

You smile. "Mary Sue," you answer. You hope this game of Truth or Dare doesn't get you to reveal anything that would compromise your work. Instead of worrying, you play. "My turn," you say slowly, feeling the words over your tongue. You look at the Scout. He's nervous still, so you want to ease him into it.