No!

"What's your dare, John? We don't have all night ..." Yawns Sarah.

"My dare ..." You sigh teathrically, standing up, for a moment actually unconcerned by the five pair of eyes exploting your nakedness.

"Miranda, my dare for you is ..." The anticipation you built is quite a pleasure to savour.

"... do whatever you like. I really don't care anymore." You blurt out, releasing the tension.

"What the ...?"

While your words are still sinking in your friends, who look at each other obviously confused, you prowl towards Sarah and kneel next to her.

"What do you think of calling the game off and going upstairs? I really can't help it, i just want to fuck your brains out ..." You whisper in her ear.

She draws back shocked, her jaw dropped and eyes wide open.

"John!" She squeals after a moment of silence in a hig pinched tone, and for a split-second you feel the floor crubling under your feet.

"I thought you'd never ask ..." She adds in hushed voice, drawing closer and grabbing your wrist.

"Game's over, door's over there, see you at the next party guys."

She yanks you towards the stairs, and suddenly you have impression to have just waken the beast.
Question is, will you be able to tame her?

"B-But ... what's supposed to mean? Where are you going?" Whines Matt.

Sorry man, i just can't pass up this one ...

"I wrote down a note in advance that will explain you everthing in detail, i put it in the brim of the hat." Shrugs Sarah in reply as she drags you upstairs.

It would have taken a blind to not notice how she has been looking at you for the whole night, and they say that when she sets her eyes on someone, there's nothing you can do...
Matt will have to get over it, just like you do with Miranda.

You throw a last glance to her.
She looks confused, and turns questioningly back to Tom, which she is still lying onto. It's a pity you can't really explain her better that you just meant her to stop pretending and fuck him if that's what she really wants, no ill will.

"The game will end whenever i'll say it's over, thanks everyone for partecipating. Love, Sarah ... " You hear Nicole recite from downstairs, followed by a chatter that you can't quite understand behind the closed door of Sarah's alcove.

A fly into the spider's web, that's what you feel like for a moment, seeing the red-headed vixeen glaring at you, her fair ample breast seemingly ready to brust out her bra, while she barrs the door with her body.