The game starts and escalates

The room buzzes with laughter as the women settle around the poker table, their drinks flowing freely. You shuffle the cards, trying to focus on your role as the dealer, but the playful banter between the women pulls your attention.

As you deal the next hand, Mia speaks up, her voice playful but authoritative.

“Alright, girls,” she says, sitting back in her chair, her eyes gleaming. “Before we get into this, let’s set some rules. Whoever wins the hand gets to choose who loses, and the loser has to do a dare.”

She pauses, her smile widening. “But if anyone refuses a dare… or tries to quit early, they’ll have to strip completely and streak back to their room. No exceptions.”

The room erupts into laughter, but you can see the excitement flicker across their faces. The **** has loosened them up, and the challenge seems to thrill them.

"Really!" Olivia said, flushing red.

Mia smiles, "C'mon girls, it's a Bachelorette party. Wouldn't be the first time someone streaked during one! Besides, no one will welch, right?"

“Streaking?” Rachel grins, her eyes narrowing playfully. “Oh, I’m so in.”

“You’re evil, Mia,” Sarah giggles, shaking her head. “But I love it.”

Mia’s gaze shifts toward you, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “What about you, John? Think you can handle watching all this?”

Your throat tightens as you nod, your mind racing with the possibilities. Mia’s smile deepens, clearly amused by how much she’s already gotten to you.

“Good,” she purrs, before turning her attention back to the group. “Let’s get started.”

The first hand goes quickly, and Rachel wins. She leans back in her chair, eyes scanning the group. Her gaze settles on Sarah, and a wicked grin spreads across her face.

“Bride-to-be, I think you’re up,” Rachel says, her voice teasing.

Sarah groans but laughs, tossing her cards aside. “Of course.”

Rachel leans forward. “I dare you to send a flirty text to your fiancé. Nothing too crazy—just enough to make him wonder what’s going on.”

Sarah giggles, already reaching for her phone. “He’ll love this.”

She quickly types out a message, showing it to the group before hitting send. “Done!”

The women cheer, raising their glasses as Sarah settles back in her chair, clearly enjoying herself. You shuffle the cards again, but it’s hard to ignore the laughter and playful tension filling the room.

The next round is dealt, and this time, Olivia wins. She scans the room, her eyes landing on Rachel.

“Alright, Rachel,” Olivia says, “I dare you to make out with someone—one of the girls.”

Rachel grins, clearly unbothered by the dare. She stands up, walking around the table as if considering her options, then, without warning, leans over and grabs Olivia herself. Before anyone can react, Rachel kisses her deeply.

Olivia’s eyes widen in surprise, but after a moment, she seems to relax into it, even returning the kiss slightly. The room bursts into laughter and applause as Rachel pulls back, grinning triumphantly.

“Didn’t see that one coming, huh?” Rachel says, winking at Olivia before sitting back down.

Olivia blushes, laughing softly, clearly not expecting that, but she seems pleased with herself.

After another round, Rachel wins again. She leans back, her eyes glinting with mischief as she looks between you and Sarah.

“Alright, bride-to-be,” Rachel says with a wicked grin. “I dare you to whisper something filthy into John’s ear. Let’s see if you can really make him squirm.”

Sarah’s eyes light up, clearly tipsy and emboldened by the ****. She glances at you, biting her lip playfully before getting up from her seat. As she leans down beside you, her lips brush against your ear, her breath hot and teasing.

“Mia’s told me everything about you,” Sarah whispers, her voice sultry and low. “She said you’ve got an amazing body. But you know what she really loved? Your cock. She told me how big it is… how hard you’d get for her… and how she’d feel you throbbing when she was on top, riding you. She couldn’t stop talking about how much she loved feeling you inside her.”

Your heart slams in your chest, and you feel heat rushing to your face, making it impossible to hide how flustered you are. Sarah giggles softly, knowing exactly what kind of effect she’s having on you.

Pulling back, she shoots you a cheeky grin before returning to her seat. The women around the table burst into laughter, their eyes dancing between you and Sarah, clearly amused by your reaction.

“Look at that blush!” Emma teases, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “Come on, John, don’t be shy. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

The next hand is dealt, and Sarah wins this time. She sits up, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she looks across the table at Emma.

“Emma,” Sarah begins with a grin, “I dare you to fake an orgasm. Right here, in front of all of us. Make it loud. Make it convincing. When Harry Met Sally style.”

The table erupts into laughter, and Emma raises an eyebrow. But she’s never one to back down from a dare.

“Oh, I can do that,” Emma says confidently, leaning back in her chair.

She closes her eyes and begins to moan softly. The room falls silent as Emma’s moans grow louder and more dramatic, her performance exaggerated but incredibly convincing. She tosses her head back, practically screaming as the others clutch their stomachs, laughing uncontrollably.

You try to keep a straight face, but it’s impossible. Watching Emma fake an orgasm so convincingly right in front of you sends a jolt of heat through you. You feel your pulse race, knowing the women are all watching your reaction.

“Wow, John,” Mia teases, her voice low, “you look like you’re really enjoying this.”

The others laugh, and you feel your face flush as you try to keep your composure, but there’s no denying it—you are enjoying it. More than you should.

The next hand goes quickly, and Olivia wins. She smiles shyly as the others cheer.

Her eyes dart around the room before she settles on Rachel, who seems to be expecting it.

“Rachel,” Olivia says, her voice steady, “I dare you to take off your bra—but leave your top on.”

Rachel laughs, standing up and winking at the group. “Is that it? Easy.”

She turns around, reaching under her shirt to unhook her bra. After a moment, she slips it off without much trouble, holding it up before handing it quietly to you.

Rachel bows dramatically before sitting back down, the mood still light but clearly building toward something more, as she shoots you a wink

The final hand is dealt, and this time, Emma wins again. A mischievous grin spreads across her face as she looks around the table, finally locking her gaze on Olivia.

“Alright, Olivia,” Emma says, her voice dripping with playful intent. “You’ve been such a good sport tonight, but it’s time to really push you. I dare you to flash the group.”

All eyes turn to Olivia, who immediately blushes a deep red, her fingers tightening nervously around her drink. For a moment, it looks like she might back out, but after a few giggles and encouraging words from the others, she finally lets out a small laugh and nods.

“Okay… okay,” Olivia says, her voice soft but steady.

With trembling hands, she reaches for the neckline of her dress, her face still flushed as she pulls it down slowly, revealing her breasts to the group.

Her breasts are full and perky, the pale skin contrasting with the flush of pink spreading across her chest. Her nipples are soft and rounded, slightly hardened from the excitement of the moment. The room goes quiet for a split second, everyone’s eyes fixed on her as she gives them a brief but clear view of her chest.

The moment feels charged—Olivia, normally so reserved, showing this intimate part of herself to the group. After what seems like an eternity, she quickly pulls her dress back up, her cheeks burning with embarrassment but also a shy smile on her lips.

The room explodes into applause and cheers, the women laughing and clinking their glasses together.

“Wow, Olivia!” Sarah exclaims, still giggling. “You’ve got nothing to be shy about. That was hot!”

Olivia blushes even harder, laughing softly as she tugs her dress back into place, clearly relieved that the dare is over but proud of herself for going through with it.

Mia, who’s been watching everything with that knowing smile, leans in close to you. Her fingers brush lightly against your thigh, and her breath is warm against your ear.

“I told you this would be fun,” she whispers, her voice sending a shiver through you. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Your pulse quickens as Mia’s hand lingers for just a second longer before she pulls back, her smirk deepening.

The night is far from over. And you were about to become the center of attention