[RA] Afterparty

The following takes place after Elise and Scarlet go to bed after the party at Elise's house.

"I'll show you." Elise replies. "Are you two staying up?"

No, I'm going to have three drinks and call it a night like some lightweights. I raise my full glass in response, and gesture for Scarlet and Elise to kindly fuck off. I've got one toy left to play with, and it's the most fascinating one, so I'll find a way to entertain myself.

"Are you tired as well, Tinkerbell?" I ask Trish as she stretches. Christ, are her tits bigger than my head? Girl needs a bigger tank top or serious spinal surgery, either one.

"Ooh, don't challenge the professionals, you're liable to get burned." She answers, pouring herself a new glass of whiskey. Yeah, right, like little miss traditional families over there could outdrink me. "Never have I ever stared at another girl's tits while she was stretching." Very clever.

"Wow, what a ruse, I'm sure all the frat boys you've used that on are really impressed by your... Cunning." I argue. Before taking a drink. My point stands. "Never have I ever used a drinking game to try and make someone jealous." Two can play at this one, asshole, and I don't play fair.

Trish considers this for a moment before taking a drink. "How long have you known?" She asks. "About... About me, I mean."

Oh, for fuck's sake, what is it with these bitches and their big dramatic coming out revelatory dialogues? I had to resist slapping the shit out of Scarlet after her blind fumbling of a kiss earlier, it was embarrassing to even witness. It did serve multiple purposes though.

"Come on, no one kisses another girl which that much ferocity unless they want her... Or at least someone who looks like her." I explain, slowly, for the challenged in the room. "I don't care that you're gay, but next time, maybe just write me a letter instead of skull-fucking my sister."

"Well, that saves time, though, for the record, I'm not gay, I actually liked kissing her, and that's not what skull-fucking is." Trish answers with a chuckle.

"How convenient, because I don't care, I don't care, and I don't care." I reply. How big-headed is this girl, I need a drink, not her life story. "It's your turn."

"Never have I ever not cared that someone's actually bisexual." She smirks.

"I didn't ask." I remind her, before taking a drink.

"No, but I wanted to say it, and now you have **** but to know it, I know what you're like, you relish knowing everyone's dirty little secrets." Trish explains. Yeah, it's gossip, that's it. Not like I use that information to try and help people, no, it's malice. That's me. Rouge, the evil twin, smarter, prettier, more confident, so that makes me the bad one. I mean- "I thought you'd like knowing something that wasn't told to you so you can solve their problems for them." She adds.

"Like I give a shit." I respond. People tell me things without an ulterior motive. She doesn't know what she's talking about. Everyone asks for my advice, I'm the motherfucking Oracle of Delphi in this bitch. Okay, so I have a reputation for sorting things for people, is that so bad? And people... People want help with things... Why should I care if they don't stick around after? I'm not here for the praise, they owe me. Their gratitude is currency. She's so fucking stupid. "What the fuck do you mean by that?" I spit.

"Nothing, just, for the most popular girl in school, who just had a rough break-up, I haven't seen your phone go off once, if the ungrateful bastards won't check on you when you need it... I figured I'd at least try to cheer you up." She tells me. I don't need looking after. I take care of others, it's what I do.

"Yeah, great plan, tell me you're not fussy about who's fucking you, I feel so much better." I mock her. Wow, so she trusts me enough to share her secrets with me. Big whoop. I know everyone's secrets.

"It doesn't matter what I said, what matters is, it's not a problem. It's something I wanted to tell you because I like you, and I think that means something to you." Insists Trish. So it feels nice to be trusted, that's not the point. I know the truth.

"I'm not fucking you." I clarify.

"Didn't ask you to, just told you a secret." She smirks. Smug whore. She clearly wants to fuck me, I mean, come on, look at me.

"Never have I ever wanted to fuck me." I state. Okay, in the spirit of fair play, I take a drink, since I have technically fucked me.

Trish's face has a look of being appreciation for my use of the game, before taking a drink. "Didn't say I didn't want to, just didn't ask. I want to fuck a lot of people, why would I start with the straight girl?" She responds. What the fuck is that meant to mean, you start with me because I'm me.

"Right, like you know anyone else as hot as me who's willing to fuck you." I answer. She doesn't know Scarlet's gay, so that's not an option.

"Oh, are you saying you're willing?" She grins evilly. Wait. No. That's not fair. I didn't say that. The 'else' just meant... Fuck you.

"In your dreams. I think I'd rather lick the floor of the wine cellar than your vulva." I snarl. I've had enough dick to know my preferences, it'd take a lot more than her to make me make the switch.

"You, know that's a really specific preference, it's almost like you've thought about that before." Trish chuckles. That's... Not the point, what's wrong with her? So I've imagined having sex with her, I imagine lots of things. I imagine nuclear war, I'm not wandering into missile silos and asking to see the biggest reddest button.

"Yeah, that's it, I spend my time thinking about how little I want to have sex with you, which means I want to have sex with you. You're a fucking genius." I mock.

"Never have I ever thought about having sex with me." Trish answers. Fuck you. I don't have to admit that, not like she can prove it. Then why does lying make me feel bad? Was this what the whole trust thing was about? Make me feel bad for not being honest? Fine. I'll drink. Not like that means anything. "Ha! tell me, when you imagine fucking me, am I good? I don't really have the experience, but I suppose neither do you..."

Ha. Fucking Ha. Bitch. "Well, usually it ends with me vomiting profusely, so it's hard to remember." I smirk back. Thinking about things isn't proof of anything.

"Alright, how about we try out truth or dare again. One on one? Seems more appropriate." Trish requests. Odd. We're barely playing at this point. She's planning something... I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious... About the game. Curious about the game.

"Fine, but I go first." I answer. Trish's hand beckons, inviting the question. "Truth or dare."

"Dare." She answers instantly.

That shouldn't annoy me. What does she think I'm going to do? Back down? Give her the easy stuff so I don't seem interested? No way, I play to win. "I dare you to stop trying to fuck me." I decide. Trish instantly picks up her glass and downs the full load of whisky. What the fuck? How obsessed with me is this chick? I can't blame her, but that's a lot of booze.

"Truth? Right?" She asks. Is that her plan? For me to pick truth? So she's looking to get something out of me? Or is it a double bluff? Truth is the safe answer. Don't let her get in your head. I nod, and await the trap. "What's your favourite colour?"

What the fuck kind of truth is that? An attempt at lowering the stakes? Fat chance. "Purple. Truth or Dare?" I answer and take a drink.

"Dare." She repeats. You know, I'm fairly sure kamikaze is meant to be a last resort, apparently this dumb cunt fell asleep in history.

"I dare you forget I mentioned fucking you." I test again. Again she downs her drink. Alright, what is this? At this point it's just torturing her. "Truth."

"What are your favourite flowers?" She asks. Alright, what the fuck?

"Lilies." I admit as I drink. "What are you doing? This isn't a date, you don't need to make small talk with your questions." I attempt to interrogate Trish to no avail.

"Dare." Is the only answer I get. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.

"Stop asking me mundane questions about myself." I order. Again. Trish picks up her glass and downs it. God damn it, she's gonna make herself sick. "Fuck, fine, Dare!" I exclaim.

Trish's smiling face looks at me with victory. "Only 3? I thought you'd get to at least 8 before you worried about me, for the record, I was only asking because I want to know more about you, no secret plan." She explains. Bullshit. She got me to choose dare. She's got me at her mercy.

"Well, you got what you wanted, tell me, what's the plan, you gonna dare me to eat you out? Maybe strip for you?" I ask, holding back my rage.

"I dare you to try this whisky, just a sip, because you trust me." She demands. What's that meant to mean? "If you don't trust me, you can just down what's left of your own, we both know you don't mind drinking." Trust? This was some weird trust exercise? Of course I trust her, does she think I'd admit to considering sex with her if I didn't? I get up and walk to her side side of the table, picking up her glass. It's not bad whisky, never been to my taste though.

Enough. I'm done with child's play. She wants to mess with me? I'll show her who's the one with the power here. I lean on the arm of her chair and bend down, placing my lips so close to her ear I can hear her heart beat. "Truth or dare?" I whisper.

"D- Dare." The response echoes from her lips. Perfect.

"I dare you to watch me. Only watch." I command, you want to mess with my head? "If you come over and touch me, you can fuck me, but we'll never speak again. Ever." I conclude, standing back up and walking back towards my chair. I lift my top over my head and throw it back at her. Guess what, virgin? You're in my world now. I look over my shoulder at her scared face. Yeah, not fun, is it?

I bend down at the waist and slowly pull down my leggings, taking my underwear with them, giving her a clear view of my cunt. I sit back down in the chair, naked as the day I was born. I start to squeeze my tits with both hands, making sure to moan seductively with each wave of pressure. I open my legs, laying one over the arm of the chair, exposing my pussy, and my pubes shaved into a small heart. Fuck off, I think it's cute. Guys like it. I'll bet Trish will too. Soon enough, she'll break, and she'll show what all this has really been about, getting me into bed.

I begin rubbing me clit as I stare straight into her eyes. "Is this what you want? All your effort, just to get my clothes off, you did it, come and claim your prize." I goad her, moaning with each new breath. Trish's chest raises and falls out of rhythm, I know I'm having an effect. "This is your only chance to have me, the only girl in the world to know what my pussy tastes like..."

She'll give in, any minute, not like I'm going to come from sitting in a chair and being watched... Even if it does feel intriguing...

"Truth or dare?" Trish breaks her silence. Perfect. She's trying to change the subject, she'll crack soon. She'll put the needs of her lust ahead of my trust, and we can end this pointless back and forth.

"Oh, I'm far too wet to think about that right now. I'm thinking about you sucking my tits while you finger me." With that, I slip two fingers inside my cunt. "Then you sit on my face until you come all over it." I continue, removing them and placing the fingers in my mouth. Come on Trish, tastes good, come try it.

"Truth or dare?" She repeats. For fuck's sake, fine.

"Dare, baby, dare me to do anything you want." I answer. Come on, tell me your fantasy. Then I win.

"I dare you to stop." She demands. What the fuck? "You're right, I want you, bad. I also care about you as a person, I'm not playing your little mind games."

I stand up in protest. "Fuck off, you'd really rather thirst after me forever than have me for one night? The fuck is your problem?" I ask, picking up my knickers and putting them back on. "You in love with me or something?"

"I don't think I know what love is." She admits with a sigh. "But, if we ever have sex, I want us both to want to, and I want us still to be friends after. I mean, come on, I'm not some guy who can't control himself." I pull on the rest of my clothes. She's for real, isn't she? How can she be so full of desire and focus so much on respecting me? It doesn't make sense.

"Why me?" I ask, honestly. "There must be dozens of guys and probably a fair few girls who'd beg to fuck you, why do you want me so much?"

Trish's face ponders this for a moment. "I'm not going to lose it to someone I love, I know that, but I want it to be someone I care about, and you're the closest thing I have to a best friend..." She thinks out loud. "Plus, I think you want to, deep down."

Not likely. "Tell you what. Ask me again, once, twice, as many times as you like, if you ask me the exact right way, at the exact right time, we'll... Make a deal." I decide, downing my drink and exiting the room. Hey, I get horny too, it's not like I'm against a fuck buddy... Just never intended for it to be a girl... I suppose I'll see if she figures out a way to seduce me.

Most of me knows there's no chance she'll manage something that charming.

A little part of me hopes she does.