The girls are keen

“Also one more rule. If you bitch out of the dare or the truth you scull an entire drink of someone else's creation... Now lets start.” Everyone was already pretty tipsy but you needed to make sure people would be a bit more inclined to not bitch it.

You knew you needed to set the tone with this opening question. It was important to make it clear that the game would be all about sex but if you asked someone who was a little shyer they would just decline to answer and that would start things off poorly.

“Lets get straight down to the naughty details cause lets be honest although none of you want to admit it that's what we all want to know. Grace truth or dare?”

“Haha oh picking on me new girl lets start slow then, Truth.”

“Whats the last thing you put up your ass.” You deliver your question with way more confidence than that question had any right have.

“Oh wow, I thought you said you were worried about it getting heated?” Grace looks a little taken back but still keen.

“Nah I was worried about Chelsea.”

“Aww a good friend. Don't worry I'll get you back though. Anyway I have a set of beads that I fucking love, nice and thick. Now my turn.”

Amber jumps in ruining yours and Graces moment,“Ahhh no you bitch you have to wait your turn.”

Grace pouts but this is perfect, the girls want to get involved and hopefully things will continue.

“So Jasmine, truth or dare.” Amber chooses Jasmine and you frown if there is one particular wet blanket who could ruin this its Jasmine.

You see her panicking especially since you just set the pace of 'truth' “umm dare.”

Amber smiles, she doesn't seem to be all that smart but she knows when her teammate is trapped “So ever since you said you don't like getting spanked its kinda all I want to do. I dare you to bend over and let me spank you twice, once each cheek”

Like a deer in headlights the little Asian girl just sits there slowly processing what's been asked of her.

Brooke times her peer pressure perfectly, “come on Jaz you don't want to be the first person to bitch out? Or do you want to risk us creating a drink for you?”

“Oh... okay I guess, just please don't go hard.”

“Wouldn't dream of it.” Says Amber with a look that says the exact opposite. “Just bend over the couch there.”

The poor timid girl bends over looking all sorts of scared while the taller girl positions herself behind her. She's barely finished bending over when *SMACK* the first hand comes down fast.

“FUCK OW, Amber I wasn't- UGHCK” *SMACK* the second slap follows quickly after. Causing a strange **** sound to come out of Jasmine as the words seem to **** in her mouth.

“Ow fuck, my ass and I am wearing jeans how the fuck do the rest of you like that shit?”

“Honestly it goes way better when you aren't wearing clothes, also next time Amber pull her hair at the same time.” Grace chimes in continuing to make it clear she enjoys being taken roughly. A mental note that you have made about 6 times over the night and will continue to.

“As much as I want to just smack you back just for **** Amber, you big ass would probably like it so I'm gonna go with someone else. Captain truth or dare?” Jasmine says

Chelsea still a little affected from all the attention earlier answers,“Umm truth.”

“Ummm phyiscally what would you change about yourself if you could change any part of you.”

“UGGGGHHHHHH, there's always one person that gets overly soft with their questions, way to let her off the hook Jaz.” Brooke is clearly unhappy but that's just the way of it.

“Honestly this one is easy, if I could change it I'd have big fucking tits. I'd honestly like nothing more than a huge set of EE's on my chest, fuck potential back problems I'm sure I could still be a flyer , but yeah that's what I want.”

“Oh but I think you look pretty” Stacey panders to her putting her hand on her leg in a supportive manner.

“Thanks babe, but honestly and maybe I sound like a bitch but I want every set of eyes on me at the beach I want to see jealousy in the eyes of other women.”

“Oddly specific but I feel that,” adds Grace ending Chelsea's fantasy. “Now my turn, new girl truth or dare?”

“From you Grace, Truth since that's all you gave me.” You respond quickly

“Are you tits fake?” She asks accusingly

“Nope all natural, you jealous?” You reply your face moving to a familiar smug look.

“No fucking way. I don't believe that for a second.” She gets a little riled by your smugness.

“Gotta be honest Issy I don't think anyone believes you, they just sorta sit out there and ignore gravity.” Brooke again chimes in just to add some weight to the Grace's accusations.

You smile, time to see if we can move things up another notch. “Get over here then grace, come check for yourself.” you push your tits out at her squeezing them between your upper arms.

“Okay fine.” She gets up and walks over, extending her hands. For a well muscled girl she is surprisingly gentle as she caresses you. Moving her hands up and down giving you a good squeeze at the same time.

“Umm, well shit, they're either the most advanced implants ever made or they are real and for some reason gravity doesn't apply to her tits.” The stunned girl slowly makes her way back to her spot on the couch while looking confused.

“No fucking way I don't believe that shit. Grace probably hasn't felt a fake pair before, I'm fucking getting involved here, besides she just felt you on the outside I need more access.” She moves her way over to you hands outstretched fully expecting you to cower away.

“If you wanted to get your hands on me all you had to do was ask.” You reach back and make a real show of taking your bra off, doing the whole dropping it next to you with a finger thing but leaving your top on of course.

She hesitates for a second and you begin to feel like “maybe you misjudged her, maybe she's not the alpha she thinks she is.”

You decide to call her out “Well beautiful, don't keep me waiting.”

She presses on hiding her hesitation behind a smile. Unfortunately for you she just doesn't have the gentle caress of Grace and is a bit awkward and fumbly while handling the girls. You just smile at her and within 10 seconds she backs off.

“Umm yeah they're real.”

“Anyone else want a feel?” You decide to throw out there.

“Haha nah, you and Brooke looked pretty hot there for a second you sure you guys don't wanna keep going.” Amber adds with a smirk.

“Anyhow now that we have had enough groping, I think its time I asked a question I was always wondered about you Brooke. But first truth or dare.” Stacey decides its her turn to speak up.

“Hmmm since everyone else has gone it so far I'll also pick truth.” You can tell shes trying to regain composure at this point.

“Weak, but oh well I know, Brooke how many piercings do you have and where are they?”

“Hang on that's two questions.” In that one answer you realised that she was a poser, any confident lady would just rattle them off there and then with no worries but unlike the rest of the group who seemed to have become a lot more bold the more **** they consumed she seems to have reverted back to being shy.

“Fine I just wanna know where they are then.”

“Alright, well I have 4 piercings in each ear, the one in my eyebrow, my tongue and a couple more,” she pauses for a second, “I have both my nipples pierced as well.”

“Big pierced tittys, nice” You decided to speak up ahead of Grace. “But I have to be honest right now, when I made a boob related claim I had to prove it, so come on gorgeous prove it.”

Grace who also smells a bit of blood in the water decides to join you. “Shes right, you even checked new girl personally so its only fair. Top off.”

“Ugh fine.” She looks quite grumpy as she peels her quite bulky top over her head. Immediately a “Woo hoo” fills the room as her large boobs make themselves very apparent through her hot pink bra. She pushes her chest out revealing that in fact both nipples had bars through them.

Grace decides she wants to take control and stands up “That's it girl touch those elbows together behind your back, nice.” While Brooke is pushing her chest out to the delight of the drunken crowd Grace picks up her shirt

“This is gonna stay with me now bad luck.” She giggles and jumps back onto her chair sitting on the shirt.

“Oi nah fuck that give it back grace, hey you cant do that.” An embarrassed Brooke is trying to cling to every piece of dignity she has at this point.

“2 things actually,” Stacey intervenes, “first Issy never put her bra back on so I think there's precedent here and secondly Brooke you aren't finished. You know what I mean”

The colour of her face drains as her eyes slowly widen. “How do you even?”

“Do you remember that one time I was helping you with the walkover and you fell on my hand... Yeah then.”

In true Grace fashion she realised and loudly made it very clear for everyone. “HAHAHA OH MY GOD OUR PRECIOUS LITTLE BLUE HAIRED BASE HAS A CLIT PIERCING OH MY FUCKING GOD HAHA AND NOW SHE'S GOTTA PROVE IT.”

"Come on guys there's no need. its not like any of you even wa-" She starts talking but gets cut off by Grace, Amber and even Chelsea joins in

"Prove it, prove it, prove it!"

Knuckles white with fury the blue haired girl slowly peeled her jeans down enough to reveal her pink matching panties and slowly further to reveal a the obvious outline of a bar right through her clit. As soon as she had shown it she quickly turned around and pulled her pants back up.

“Fuck you all there's no way my pants are coming off.”

The angrier she gets the more the rest of the girls laugh. Its a vicious cycle. You worry she's at breaking point when Grace decides its her turn again.

“So Brooke again, Truth or Dare. And remember what happened last time you tried to pussy out and choose truth.”

“Why me? Every single other girl here is drunk AF and keen to get involved but you pick on me.” Her defensiveness only seems to make things worse as the rest of the girls want to pick on her.

“Nuh uh, pick now.”

“Fine, dare.”

You can feel that something inappropriate is coming and while you are keen you are a little worried that might be breaking point for the girl. If she wasn't such a poser everything would be fine but she got herself into this mess so really its on her.

Grace knows she has her exactly where she wants her. “Well earlier you told us you'd never kissed a girl and watching you with our new girl made me feel like there's really a connection there so I dare you to kiss Isabel. Properly on the lips, not a peck I want to see lips and tongue.”

“No way, nup it's not happening and that's ridiculous.” Brooke pouts and puts the foot down.

And like you would expect the rest of the girls aren't happy.

“You gonna be the first person to bitch out?”

“Come on Brooke you've been calling people out all night, are you gonna pussy out now?”

“Bitch I took a fucking spanking and you wont even kiss her?” Even the uptight Jasmine has been relaxed a fair bit under the influence of ****.

“Kiss her, Kiss her.” You don't say anything but all the other girls are now chanting ,even Chelsea, presumably happy that the attention was now all off her.

As the chant continues you can see Brooke's resolve crumbling. She looks at you hoping for some sort of support, you just look blank at her blankly hoping to convey “well I'm the new girl there's nothing I can do here,” while on the inside giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Fine fuck you all.”She gets up and in huff and walks grumpily towards you.

The cracks in your completely straight face are starting to show but you feel like you hold it together well enough to endure a fairly short kiss which isn't even all that nice, though you do feel her brash kissing start to wilt under your magic lips. Unfortunately before you can enjoy it too much she pulls away.

“I hope you are all fucking happy!” She gets up and storms off, since she's not wearing a shirt watching her tits bounce as she walks off makes you smile.

“Wow she always talks such a big game imagine turning out to be a bitch.”

The girls start to chatter amoungst themselves about Brooke while you start thinking. “Man cheerleaders get catty, also that kiss was really unsatisfying, hmmm its not like I'm a cheerleader so I don't have anything to lose...”

You speak up after a little while. “Umm hey guys I'm gonna go check on her.”

Amber tries to talk you out of it. “Don't worry about it, she will sulk for a while and then come back.”

“Nah its okay,” you stand up and walk off anyway.

Its a short walk upstairs and you find Brooke sulking in her room, she still hasn't put on a top. She stands up and turns around as she hears you come in. You have two choices comfort the poor girl cause the mean cheerleaders bullied or your personal favourite, double down on the mean girl act and do something about this bitch's attitude.

“Oh it's you, sorry you had be the person on the receiving end but that's cheerleaders for you they just gang up on you when you look weak.”

You approach her while she is talking until you are uncomfortably close, she looks a little intimidated but doesn't say anything.

That feeling of dominance you've gotten used to since starting at uni seems to flow through you as you decide its time to really put this girl in her place. “Mmm, you're right to be sorry about the kiss, but not cause they made us, but because you bitched out and now I want a do over.”

She looks confused as you move in quickly and kiss her. Your kisses get to work quickly as you feel her initial tension fade out of her as she more easily accepts your kiss. You don't stop there though getting more aggressive, adding tongue and grabbing handfuls of her hair.

You pull back, still holding her by the hair. “See now that's how you kiss a girl. You understand.”

She nods timidly and you smile remembering back to a couple of hours ago when you thought she might cause you issues.

You slowly trace your free hand around to her back and you feel her shiver. “Now I want to see these pierced nipples of yours.”

"Uh hold on-"

A quick flick of your wrist and her bra is on the ground. You let go of her hair so you can use both hands to grope her.

“Much better.” Your hands roam freely over her probably DD cup tits, paying special attention to the bars through both of them.

It doesn't take long but you hear her breathing becoming heavier and quicker quickly her nipples harden.

“Oh getting a little excited are we. You try to come off as a top but really you are just a bitch with a big mouth.”

“No I'm n-” She tries to speak up but you cut her off like the bottom she is.

“Yes you are and you love it. Let me show you.”

You feel her tense up a second time as she knows whats coming. You hand slowly traces its way down her stomach and you play with the waistline. Her breath seems to stop as she knows whats about to happen. You put her out of her agony as you slowly but surely push your hand into her jeans and feel her very moist pussy.

“See we both knew you were a slut for dominant women. Now do you want me to finish you off?”

“I- oh- um think- hnnnggg.” you don't even let her get half the sentence out as you find her clit piercing and give it a few gentle tugs.

“Oh no, this little thing does give people a lot of control over you doesn't it." You keep up the attention alternating between playing with the bar and fingering her juicy snatch.

"Poor little slut. I tell you whats going to happen. I already have a little goth pet of my own but I'm going to be letting her go at the end of this semester. Once that happens I think I'll be back to claim you like the little bitch you are. If I hear you have been causing trouble for Chels in the meantime when I come back I'll pretend you don't exist doesn't matter how hard you beg I'll always leave you on the edge. Do you understand?”

You slowly and carefully trace circles around her slit pushing her right to the edge. You can feel her quivering so close to the edge of orgasm. “Y-Yes I understand.”

“Good.” You unceremoniously stand up and walk towards the door.

“But-But what about me?” Her pained and frustrated voice cries out.

“Only if I hear you've been a good girl.” you say without even turning around.

You walk out of the room with an evil grin and walk right into a very guilty looking Chelsea. You don't even need to ask her facial expression betrays the fact that she had been watching for quite a while.

“Let me know if she causes you any trouble, but something tells me she will be a good girl now.” You don't exactly want to scare Chelsea away but its pretty clear she knows exactly what happens to bad girls so she doesn't say anything else about it.

“Chels, I don't want to seem rude and I've had a great time but I probably cant stay anymore I have training in the morning and ill be punished mega hard if I'm late so I really have to run.”

“Oh, okay yeah that's fair I think most of the girls are feeling pretty similar, you promise you had a good time and don't secretly hate the cheer girls?”

“I definitely enjoyed it,” You give her a genuine smile, then quickly pull out your phone remembering you messaged Andrew earlier.

*24 unread messages*

“Ugh just make sure you are free Tuesday night for your date.”