Dare!

“I’m feeling daring,” Dinah decides.

“You’re always feeling daring,” Kayla points out.

“I’m feeling particularly daring?” she amends.

As they banter, Angelica whispers in Melody’s ear. She nods, and hurries over to the drink table (which is depleting pretty rapidly), returning with a bottle of whiskey.

“I dare you,” Angelica begins on seeing her get back, “to take off your shirt—”

Dinah immediately sheds the garment, tossing it aside casually to stand there in front of you in her lacy black bra. Your eyes are, as always, drawn to her incredible bust, straining against the confines of the lace—and to the powerful muscles adorning her arms, shoulders, and belly.

“To—to lay down on the table,” Angelica says, stammering a little as she tries to remember her train of thought, “and to let each of us drink a shot of whiskey out of your belly button.”

“Hell yeah, let’s do it,” Dinah enthuses, sliding onto the table and laying back onto its smooth hardwood surface. It’s not quite long enough for all of her towering height to fit on it, so she lets her feet dangle off it at one end.

Angelica approaches her and kneels down beside her to pour a little bit of the drink into Dinah’s belly button. She does her best to keep it neat, but it’s hard to see what she’s doing in the dark, and rivulets of the amber liquid spill across the bodybuilder’s chest.

The fiery Latina is the first to take a drink, wearing a goofy grin as she messily slurps the whiskey out of Dinah’s belly button.

Dinah giggles at the sensation. “That tickles.”

“I didn’t expect you to be ticklish,” you tease. “Maybe someone will end up exploiting that weakness one day.”

“Hon, people ‘exploit that weakness’ every time someone punches me,” she boasts as Kayla kneels down to take her drink.

Kayla does her shot quickly, as if she were drinking from an actual shot glass. The small swallow of whiskey won’t do much for any of the rest of you, but you idly wonder if her slight frame will feel its effects a little more.

Melody is up next, and her eyes widen in astonishment as she gets an up-close look at Dinah’s toned abs. “Whoa...”

“Like what you see, honey?” Dinah grins, tilting her head up a little to see her admirer’s face.

“I need to start going to the gym a little more,” Melody decides, still transfixed.

“You should!” Angelica perks up at the idea of having a new gym buddy. “John and Dinah and I would be happy to show you the ropes. I can’t speak for the stick figure over there, though,” she teases Kayla.

“Unlike the rest of you musclebound Neanderthals, I prefer to fight with my wits instead of brute ****,” Kayla responds, affecting a tone of mock-superiority that she doesn’t hold for long before breaking down into giggles.

As they banter, Melody sips at the whiskey almost daintily, draining it slowly but surely to the last drop before pouring in one last shot. “Alright, last but not least is John,” she says, gesturing you forward.

As you lean down to drink your fill, you notice the drops of spilled whiskey scattered across Dinah’s abdomen, and an idea comes to you.

You poke your tongue out as you bend down further and start sensually licking the whiskey off of Dinah’s bare belly.

“Oooh, naughty boy,” she murmurs as you go to work. The other players watch you intently as your tongue flicks up and down her body—and out of the corner of your eye, you can see a faint hint of jealousy in their expressions.

You finish with the last wayward drop and drink up your shot, slow enough to make it last but fast enough to swallow it all in one go. With your part of the dare complete, you head back to the couch and recline casually with a smug expression on your face.

Dinah puts her shirt back on (to a chorus of moans and pouts) and begins deciding on the next player.