Sarah draws Tom

Sarah smiles as she reads the slip, glancing up at Nicole in a way that makes the blonde haired girl think it's her name on the paper. She was about to get up in preparation when Sarah announces the name. "Tom." She states, shooting Nicole another look as she puts the slip back, much to her confusion. "I dare you to..." She continues, still eyeing Nicole strangely as she does. "Bench press Nicole." She finally finishes. "What the fuck?" You exclaim instantly, while Miranda bursts out laughing. “Why are you so weird Sarah?” She asks between giggles, shaking her head ruefully. “Trust me, it’ll be fun.” Sarah replies before turning to Nicole and shooting her another smile and a knowing wink. "What, he just has to do it once? Anyone could do that, Nicoles super skinny!" You argue, more upset by the dare itself than the difficulty, you want to keep Nicole as far away from Toms wandering hands as possible. She shoots you a look at that "skinny" comment, one you obviously don't notice. "Fine, bench press her ten times Tom." Sarah answers, your argument backfiring tenfold. "Well come on you two, get to it." She tells them both, rubbing her hands together with glee.

Nicole wonders why Sarah has given Tom such a bizarre dare, but after another beaming smile all the pieces fall together. "She caught me staring! She thinks I have a crush on him! How could she possibly think that, just because I spent some time staring at his muscles, stroked his abs, groped at his bulge..." Okay, maybe she can understand where the confusion came from, but couldn’t Sarah have spoken about this to her before she started playing matchmaker? "Surely Sarah knows how I feel about that smug dickhead?" With Sarah still smiling righteously like she was doing her a favor Nicole hesitantly gets to her feet, unsure how exactly she’s going to get in position for Tom to even try to lift her.

Tom also looks more than a little confused by his dare, but he dutifully rises from his seat anyway. He walks behind his chair and shunts it forward, creaking it across the floor towards the table and making an opening on the floor behind him. Then he hesitantly lies down, perpendicular to the table and with his body a little hidden from view by his chair. Slowly Nicole approaches him, covering her nudity as best she can as she considers how exactly they're going to complete this dare. Resting his elbow on the floor he lifts his arm up and lays his palm flat, offering Nicole a seat. With a sigh she realizes that he is definitely going to be grabbing her ass, one way or another. Her ass that he just called cute moments earlier. There is absolutely no way she gets through this without being thoroughly groped, a thought that makes her whole body shiver. Turning her back on him she sits her butt onto his hand slowly, like lowering herself into a Venus fly trap. When Toms hand squeezes her soft cheek she considers getting up there and then, but she reminds herself that if that cocky douche fails he'll have to forfeit something. That chance alone might make this worth it.

With her ass in the palm of his hand she isn't quite sure what to do next, fortunately for her Tom takes charge. "Just lean back, I'll catch you. Trust me." He tells her, with that same irksome confidence with which he says everything. Partly hoping that he misses and her elbows crashes down on his nose she leans back recklessly, only to be easily caught by Toms other hand between her shoulder blades, almost to her neck, his rough fingers brushing against her smooth skin. As he leans her backwards like a dentists chair Nicole realizes that she's going to have to lift her legs up herself, otherwise they would just trail on the floor. Tightly squeezing her legs at the knee she raises them up so now Tom is bearing her weight completely, her body now in his capable hands. "Only ten right? You sure you don't want fifty or a hundred?" Tom asks Sarah arrogantly, only the slightest hint of strain in his voice. "Ten will be plenty." She replies with a giggle. Knitting her fingers together over her nether regions Nicole braces herself and just hopes the ups and downs won't make her sick.

When Tom heard his dare he was confused, but not concerned. He'd picked up and fucked Sarah against a wall for ten minutes straight before, Nicoles scrawny form would be like nothing compared to that. She almost got the better of him when she threw herself backwards like she was having a tantrum but luckily for him he'd already raised his hand in preparation. Holding her aloft now she probably weighed less than what he used for a warm-up set on a slow day. "Feels a lot nicer on my hands though." He thought, giving her soft little ass another squeeze now that she was completely at his mercy. Maybe he should start bringing Nicole with him to the gym, she could be his personal little workout machine. She'd be perfect for strength, stamina, and rub downs in the shower afterwards. In fact Nicole was so light that it gave Tom another idea.

Without any further ado Tom begins his dare, lowering Nicole far enough that hot breath from his lips tickles the middle of her back before raising her straight up again. He does it slowly but with no difficulty, only a small grunt of exertion at the apex of the push indicate that he’s putting in any effort at all. When he straightens his elbows she jolts a little in his grasp and she has to put her faith in him not to just drop her. Bringing her down low again his right hand gropes her ass, squeezing unnecessarily but it's just something Nicole will have to live with until this dare is over. Closing her eyes she lies still and just tries to ignore the odd sensation and the strange feelings in her stomach.

Miranda had to admit the sight of Toms rippling muscles straining and bulging from exertion was a welcome one but if Sarah just wanted to see him flex surely she could have thought of a less bizarre premise for a dare. Secretly part of her wishes that she had been chosen to be his weight set over Nicole, those strong hands of his looked like a comfy recliner, although she knows one of those hands was absolutely taking liberties with Nicoles backside. Typical Tom. Taking her eyes off the sight she glanced at her red haired friend to see if she’s enjoying her show. To Mirandas surprise Sarah isn’t leering over Toms ripped body, instead her eyes are on Nicole and a warm smile is on her lips rather than the lustful grin she’d been expecting. “Just what is she planning?” Miranda thinks to herself before returning her attention to the masculine display on the floor.

When Tom brings her down low for the fourth time he murmurs to her. "Hold yourself still." He warns. Before Nicole can even think what he means Tom suddenly launches her upwards much faster and more forcefully, sending her airborne for a few heart stopping inches before catching her again.

When Nicole suddenly went flying the only thing holding in a gasp of surprise was the gag. She'd been out of his hands for less than a second but to her it felt much longer. Landing safely in his hands again she’d been about to smack Tom for shocking her like that before she achieved lift off again, Tom easily tossing her upward like he was just tossing a football. After he did this another time Nicole found she was getting giddy despite herself, the gag acting like a cork holding in her bubbly laughter. The whole thing was so ridiculous that she couldn’t help it, not to mention Tom demonstrating his strength so viscerally was giving her butterflies in her stomach, and it wasn’t because she was getting flight sick.

While Nicole couldn't gasp Miranda could, and she did loudly when Tom tossed the petite blonde girl upward like a cheerleader. When he caught her again safely she breathed a sigh of relief but continued to stare, transfixed, as Tom easily repeated the feat, throwing Nicole around like she was almost weightless. As she watched Miranda felt her fingertips over her groin get wet and two sharp points prick into her arm across her chest. Of course she knew Tom was strong but this was seriously impressive, and his raw strength was effecting her in a very primal way. Biting her lip to hold back a girlish giggle she again wished that it was her Tom was throwing around, although not in the same way.

You were already pretty annoyed that your attempt to help Nicole had backfired but Miranda gasping like Tom was doing anything impressive really rubbed you the wrong way. You'd picked up, carried, and piggy backed Nicole countless times, you were sure you could bench-press her no problem. Yet Miranda was gushing over Tom like anything he was doing was impressive. Taking a deep breath you remind yourself that she still hates Tom and no amount of weight lifting would change that, right? A girl wouldn't completely flip her opinion on a guy that easily.

Despite only having to count to 10 Nicole quickly lost track as Tom easily bounced her up and down, the fluttering of her heart with every short flight making it impossible to focus on anything else. Unfortunately for her Tom had been keeping score. Throwing her as high as he can before catching her he lowers her down. "Ten." He groans, his voice a little strained from the exertion. He tilts Nicole to the side like a dentist chair, bringing her feet to the ground and pushing her upwards although not before giving her soft little ass another squeeze. Nicole staggered to her feet like getting off a roller coaster, but it wasn’t motion sickness that made her feel so dizzy. When Tom had been throwing her around like she was as light as a feather her stomach twisted and a dangerous heat grew between her legs. Shamefully she traced a hand quickly down to see her pussy was drooling on her thighs and her heart stopped as she wondered if it had spilled on to Toms hand. From the smug look he gave her as he got up and wiped his palms on his jeans it seemed certain it had. Turning quickly away from him and with her heart thumping in her chest she staggered back to her seat, holding her legs tightly together to try and hide her wetness from everyone else.

"Well done Tom!" Sarah compliments him happily as he pulls back his chair. "Very impressive." She adds with a smile. You grumble incoherently and scowl behind your blindfold but otherwise you don't argue. Even if you don't think anything he did was worth the praise you know saying that would just make you look petty. Smugly Tom steps round his chair and in to the center of the room, basking in the attention from every uncovered eye in the room, even Nicole can't help but look at him now. "Any of you girls want a ride just let me know. I'd be more than happy to let you get on top of me." He quips cornily, making Miranda cringe and blush at the same time. As he picks up the hat Sarah turns her attention to Nicole. "Did you enjoy that too?" She asks, with a tone like a kindergarten teacher. Nicole gives her a quizzical look in reply before nodding unsteadily. Despite herself, and her misgivings about Tom, it had been... interesting.

Clearing his throat to get the attention back on him Tom sits heavily back in his seat before stuffing his hand in the hat. "Let's see what I find in here." He mutters, stirring up the slips while eyeing the three women in front of him.