Bottoms up!

"Let's see if I can still out drink you as easily as I always did." You take the bottle and pour yourself a half dixie cup of cheap rum and mix it with generic half flat cola. You make a mental note to ask Daisy to get her boy toys to buy her some better booze...after she's had a few drinks and is feeling friendly, of course. You take a deep swig, probably to fast for starting out the evening, but you want something to take the edge off. Sure enough, you are feeling a lot less tense and a lot smoother as you feel the liquor warm you up.

Pouring herself a cup that's more rum than cola, Daisy takes an even deeper swig, but doesn't show any signs of it affecting her as she teases, "Drink me under the table, my ass. You know I always out drank you, out smoked you, and out played you in every game we played." She gives you a haughty smirk that makes your cock want to slap her across the face, but you just watch silently as she downs her glass in one gorgeous, gulping guzzle. Her expression remains unchanged, and you feel the urge to prove her wrong, even though you know deep down she is right. Dave always used to beat you at every game the two of you played, then again, Daisy hasn't beaten you at anything...yet.

You lift the cup to your lips, lifting it high in the air and pouring it down your throat. You manage to get it all down, but not with out some spilling out the sides of your mouth. You feel your face grow flushed and you already feel the effects of the devil's drink making you feel uninhibited and reckless. You see Daisy trying not to laugh and you pour yourself a stiffer drink. "Sure, sure, laugh it up, unlike you, I still have a gag reflex."

Daisy gets a pretend pout on her face, trying and failing to look offended before laughing, "Fuck it, I can't even keep a straight face and say I'm not super stoked to not have a gag reflex any more. Hey, check this out..." she grabs a popsicle from the fridge and slides it in and out of her throat, softly sucking on the the 'head' and rolling her tongue around it between plunges. She sees you squirming and straining in your pants, and pulls it out, giggling, "Pretty hot, huh? If you want to watch me finish it, you've got to drink as long as I'm sucking." She dangles it in front of her lips and you've got your cup lifted in the air a split second later.

You don't know which is more intoxicating, the burning blush of the booze flowing through you, or watching Daisy suck off a popsicle with the skill of a pornstar and the passion they only pretend to have. Her soft muffled moans and the way her hands slide over her perfect body has you ready to pop in your pants. You have downed your second drink before you know it, and you stare longingly as Daisy melts her popsicle in her mouth, and your brain with her body. She catches you not drinking out of the corner of her eyes and stops in her tracks, pulling the half devoured dessert and blowing on it for effect. You stammer, "Sorry...pleasse...don stop." And quickly pour a third drink, you are so hurried, you fill the glass with rum before you know it, but you don't want the popsicle to melt in the time it takes you to pour some out in another glass, so you start chugging it down.

Your throat burns as you gag and gurgle the liquor down. You find yourself wishing you didn't have a pesky gag reflex either. Not to deep throat popsicles of course, but just so you didn't end up with half your drink staining your shirt. The half you do manage to get down burns like fire and melts away what little resolve you had left. This voluptuous vixen has lured you with her seductive show and now you have no defense against whatever she has planned for you next. You smile as she pull the stick out of her throat and licks it clean and you wish you were a popsicle stick more than anything you've ever wished for.

She makes her way over to you...slowly slinking and swaying, licking her sticky lips...this time, you plan to lick them too...

If...

you...

...can just...

keep...your....

...eyes...

....