Tom

"Tom" your friend reads out loud, the mentioned jock standing up in attention.

"TO YOUR SERVICE, MADAM!" he barks, startling the shit out of everyone.

Tom laughs as Nicole flinches, and she lets the note fall back into the bowl. While she looks at Tom, she absently mixes the bowl of paper slips, tugging her slender hand between them back and forth. A sign of coping with anxiety, she once told you.

"I'll make it quick, too. Since you obviously enjoy leering at us so much, let's give us something to leer at, too. I dare you to loose all of your clothes expect your underwear."

You are surprised that the lewdest dare this evening had yet heard came from your normally so quit best friend. You lean over to her, whispering "Where'd that come from?" while Tom steps out of his trousers, revealing his pale and dark haired legs.

Nicole only smiles in response, whispering "Fair is fair" while watching Tom struggle with his t-shirt. Once he had pulled it over his neck, tossed it behind him, and sat down again, he grins, only dressed in boxers and socks now. His bulge is visible through the black fabric, and you catch Miranda staring a bit too long, kindling your dislike for the jock.

"Enjoyed the show?" he asks Nicole, sliding his hands over his naked and dark haired torso, tense with muscle.

"You'd wish." Nicole replies, sliding the bowl over.

He reaches for the next chat of paper.