He draws Nicole and gives her a choice.

When he reads the slip his face cracks into a wide smile, his bright white teeth on full display. "Nicole." he states, grabbing her attention. She glares angrily at him although you can't tell if it's because of her dislike towards Tom or her anger at Matt being misplaced. "I know I said you could take that thing off after someone drew your name, but I'm kinda enjoying the peace and quiet. So I dare you to keep that thing on for another hour." When he says that Nicoles nostrils flare and you swear you could hear her screaming obscenities behind that gag. For a second it looks like she might stand up to hit Tom, but he keeps talking.

"Or..." He says, raising a hand and stopping her in her tracks. "If you really want to get out of it so bad, you can come over here and jerk me off to make up for it."Tom smirks as he says it, content that he wins either way. The worst case scenario for him is he keeps Nicole quiet and humiliated for another hour, the best case is that her petite hands will run up and down his cock. Normally there would be no choice, you know Nicole would rather spend the next hour standing on her head than doing anything to please Tom. But now, after Matt so thoroughly tongued Sarah? Nicole might be looking for a way to make him jealous, and Toms cock might be just the thing to do it. As you look at your petite friend her eyes flick from Toms smug face to his crotch. You wonder what she's thinking.

When Nicole watched Matt licking Sarahs chest on the table she'd felt a lot of things. Obviously jealousy and anger but also something else. A tingling warmth that spread through her body emanating from her nether regions. That shameful feeling filled her completely as she watched, making everything feel so much more intense, like she was high. By the time she pulled Matt off of the red haired slut she'd wanted nothing more than to push her own hard little nipple into his mouth, to feel a fraction of the pleasure Sarah had. But she couldn't, she had some dignity to maintain and she couldn't just reward Matt after what he'd did.

Instead she simply sulked, and quietly fantasized about taking Sarahs place. She even started dreaming about you and Tom, her oldest friend and her sworn enemy. Picturing the two of you treating her sexually should have been unthinkable to her, but still she imagined what it would be like to have your mouth clamped on her swollen nipple while Toms obviously skilled tongue worked between her legs, flicking at her clit and making her moan just like Sarah had. The wrongness of those thoughts only made her feel hotter.

It was only Tom calling her name that snapped her out of her sulking and daydreams. His dare had been a rollercoaster of emotions, the joy of getting out of the gag quickly being snuffed out by anger at his continuation of her punishment followed by confusion and indecision. On any other night she wouldn't have touched Toms cock for a million bucks, let alone jerk him off. But if it meant she could get this uncomfortable gag out of her mouth, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. And she had to admit, it would be a good way to get even with Matt.

What she refused to acknowledge were the other reasons to do it that more primitive parts of her brain were shouting. She tried to keep eye contact with Tom but his hungry wolflike gaze made her feel too uncomfortable. She made the mistake of glancing downwards and her eyes settled on the bulge in his pants running halfway down his thigh. Her primal brain suddenly leapt into overdrive, screaming that she needed to fill her hands with something thick and hard, regardless of who it was attached to. Subconsciously she began to wonder what such a large package would look like unwrapped, how huge and hard it would stand if it weren't for those pesky pants in the way. That same fantasy flashed into her mind, you and Matt licking her breasts while Tom worked between her legs to make her moan. Except he wasn't using his tongue now, and her moans were quickly becoming ecstatic screams.

Nicole tore her eyes off the large erection in Toms pants, praying that no one had noticed her staring and instead turned her attention to the blank paper in her hands. She had to make a decision now, before her lizard brain made the decision for her.