Sarah (alt.)

You see Miranda grinning as she reads the name in the slip. "Sarah," she announces. "I dare you to," she lets the sentence hang, tapping her chin with her index finger. "Give John a lapdance for two minutes."

You look at her with surprise, she had just kissed you. Granted, it had been on a dare, but you thought there was something there. Damn!

You then turn to see a grinning Sarah seductively walking towards you. Well, at least a sexy girl is gonna dance on my lap.

"I didn't think Miranda had it in her to come up with a dare like this, but I'm definitely not complaining." Sarah says, causing her friend to snicker. She then starts swaying her hips in front of you before she slowly lowers herself over your lap, almost straddling you.

She puts a hand on your shoulder and starts making humping motions before you, her crotch never quite coming in contact with your hardening cock. As your excitement grew, you briefly wonder if there's any truth to the slut reputation Sarah has. Maybe it's all just talk.

Your line of thought is interrupted by her crotch lightly rubbing against your covered cock. You feel yourself hardening by the pleasant contact. She then turns around and sits on your lap, the back of her head leaning over your shoulder as her red hair gets on your nose and her ass begins to grind on your dick.

You let a moan escape your lips, however, her dance had gotten to an end. "Time!"Miranda says. "That was so hot, by the way."

You want to agree with her, but your voice doesn't come out, your cock throbbing painfully in your pants after Sarah's sexy dance. Sarah smiles at you as she makes her way to the bowl.

Before she pulls a name from it though, you think you see Matt glaring at you, but he quickly hides it.