Grayson

“Truth or Dare, Grayson?” Jordan challenged, a wide smirk plastered across his face.

“Dare,” she replied, a fiery intensity in her eyes.

The moderator had not listed out what Jordan’s choices in a dare were, nor had Jordan purely come up with them on his own. Yet he had three solid options with which to get his ****, that all just “popped” into his head.

“I dare you to stand on top of a table at breakfast and dance until you have gotten ten guys erect. It might not hurt to show some skin,” Jordan added mischievously.

If the purpose of the stoic expressions was similar to a poker face, then Grayson was shit out of luck. Her slender cheeks were the shade of pomegranates, betraying her nervousness underneath.

“You have until the end of the breakfast period to complete this challenge. From your phone, you will be alerted once you have erected the required number of penises. There are two awards available:”

Make it Rain- Cause someone to throw money atop the table as you dance.

Weak Willed- Cause someone to reach an orgasm because of your dance.

“Barring any further queries, you will depart from The Grounds until the challenge has been completed or refused.”

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Sitting around a breakfast table amidst the bustling cafeteria, the four players all met as a group for the first time outside of The Grounds. There was discussion about the game and what had made each of them join. More than anything though, Grayson’s every reaction had been placed under a microscope.

She was a timid girl regardless, and the pressure that she was under to publicly entice horny boys was a bit much.

“How hard do you think they have to get for it to count?” She asked sheepishly.

“I mean a little chub probably won’t cut it. You have to get them to the point where they want to get up there with you and just rip your clothes off,” Rags teased, a wicked smile across his face.

“Yeah babe, you’re gonna have to show them a little bit of this,” Weaver added, cupping her twins and juggling them for effect, “if you want to get a reaction. At least pop off a button or two so they get a taste.”

“No. No. No. I can’t do it!” Grayson declared, her face absolutely crimson. Covering her embarrassment with her hands, she stood up to run off.

If Grayson had not wanted attention before, she definitely did not want it now. As she stood, a large part of her wardrobe decided to take an off day. She certainly didn’t have the most eye catching tits at Thorsblood, but when she was standing there in just a bra and skirt she began to turn heads.

Jordan knew he shouldn’t but he also knew he was going to anyway. A snap of his fingers as she was running out left her bra unsnapped. Her tits half hanging out, her backpack making it impossible to reclasp her bra, and a new line of hungry students filing in through the only cafeteria doors made for quite the fiasco. Though she tried to hold on to it while pushing her way through the crowd, somehow her bra ended up all the way off and in the hands of a hot blooded prankster.

Grayson had caused embarrassment, laughter, and.....well over 10 erections.