Tom (Alternate)

You feel a surge of relief as you draw Tom's name already. You're kind of vague on how long you spent fucking Sarah, so you'd like to get Miranda and Tom out of the closet as soon as you can. Just the thought of Tom rubbing his dick between Miranda's legs with a smirk on his face infuriates you.
"Tom! I dare you to take Miranda and get out of the closet!"
It is then that you hear a stifled cry, followed by grunting. Turning to the closet, you can see the door is occasionally rattling in its frame. There's no response, and a nervous feeling churns in your stomach.

You stand, and as you do, the rattling and grunting grows more intense. You now recognize it is Tom.

As you stride over to the door however, the rattling and grunting suddenly cuts off with a wheezing “Oooh...”

You swing the door open, your mouth forming words to shout the dare again, but a shape comes tumbling out of the closet as soon as the door swings open, and almost knocks you to the ground with it.

Taking a step back, you see that its Tom. His body is hunched inward, his eyes wide, and his face contorted into a snarl of pain. His hands are clutching at his groin.

Before you have a chance to react, Miranda comes storming out of the closet, and lands a kick straight into Tom's stomach!

Tom flinches and gasps in pain as he curls into a ball, still clutching his groin, as Miranda continues to land kick after kick while shouting: “FUCK YOU! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!” Further expletives surge out of Miranda's mouth, each one accompanied by a kick. Tom writhes on the ground, apparently unable to defend himself.

It's then you notice that the top buttons of Miranda's beige blouse are unbuttoned – no – ripped, exposing the curve of her 36C cleavage and dark lacy green bra. She is also missing her black skirt, which lies in the closet – also ripped down one side, and you see that Miranda is stripped down to her panties – dark green to match her bra.

You can't help but gulp, staring hungrily at Miranda's breasts as they jiggle in her bra, and her long, bare, smooth legs, even as she continues kicking Tom.

Finally she stops, her chest heaving. She scowls at Tom – now whimpering in a fetal position – and snarls: “That's what you get!” She then grabs up the remnants of her skirt from the closet, and pushes past you, heading to the bathroom. With your eyes following Miranda, you see that the others have been staring with wide eyes and dropped jaws. Sarah is the first to find her voice:

“Wait, where are you - ?”

“I'm going to wash my mouth out!” Miranda snaps without pausing or looking back.

She disappears from view, and a moment later, you hear the sound of a faucet running. The others look at each other, unable or unwilling to say anything. Nicole fixes a stare on Tom – now finding his breath in ragged gasps – and scowls.

Miranda returns, storming back in with a towel wrapped around her waist, and a safety pin clipping her blouse back together. She avoids eye contact with you and the others as she resumes her previous seat.

You can't tell for sure, but you swear that her eyes seem a little red and swollen. A moment of silence follows as Miranda finds her seat, everyone in the room staring in silence. She finally looks up, her face a stony mask.

“Well? Are we continuing or not?” She snaps, crossing her arms over her chest.

Matt clears his throat, and you and the others resume your seats. Tom is still lying on his side, but reaches a hand down to push himself up.

“Whose turn was it?” Miranda asks.

Sarah lifts her hand, and without a word, points at Tom, who has now pushed himself to his knees. His face is flushed red, and he grits his teeth in a grimace as he looks around at the group, and then at the hat.