Truth

You decide to play it safe. “Truth,” you say.

Rachel says, “Okay… What is your weirdest fantasy?”

You hesitate for a moment before beginning, “Well… I sort of have this one fantasy where I’m speeding down an empty road in the middle of nowhere… Then a cop pulls me over. I beg him not to give me a ticket, I’ll do anything, and all that. And… he says that he’d consider letting me off with a warning in exchange for… a blowjob. But, um, his partner is back in the car, so he tells me that I’ll have to… take care of him, too. So… they take me back to the police cruiser, and put me across the front seat, and… I give the cop a blowjob while his partner fucks me from behind. And when they… finish, they both… do it on my face, and tell me that I have to leave it there the whole ride home as punishment.” You bite your lip bashfully upon completing your tale. Richard looks at you quizzically, wondering to himself if you just made that story up on the spot, or if you really do have a fantasy about getting double-teamed by a couple of police officers. Rachel smiles and grabs the beer bottle, saying, “Okay, spin again.” When the bottle comes to a stop on Rachel again, she laughs and says, “Richard, truth or dare?” Of course, Richard chooses dare. Rachel says, “I want you…” Looking over at you with an evil grin, she finishes the demand, “…to finger Kristy’s pussy.”

Stunned, you protest, “But it’s his dare, I shouldn’t have to…”

Rachel shakes her head, “Sorry, girl, just because you pick truth doesn’t mean you’re safe. There is no playing it safe in this game. The penalty applies to you if you don’t let him do it.”

You look to Richard for guidance. He sort of shrugs, and then waves you over to him, saying, “Come on, Kristy, I’ll be gentle. If you’re shy, you don’t even have to pull your pants down.” He pats his lap, inviting you to sit.