Sarah is a scary, scary slut.

Slinking around the couch with the wine in hand, Sarah would be an utter vision of beauty marred only by the plastic dick wobbling back and forth with every step she takes and how it's not entirely clear what she plans to do with it.

"John, you're going to sit back down like Tom asked, since he" the vixen swats at his wrist causing him to loosen it in surprise and Nicole jerks her hand free "isn't going to be fucking any virgins. Maybe later, but not as part of my dare. Besides, this is going to be kind of awkward if you're standing John."

With a bit of hesitation you sit down; Nicole might be safe for the moment but Sarah was plainly up to something.

Staring at her with a confused expression Tom says "If we're not going to be double teaming Nicole then I don't get how this is supposed to work, since everyone else here has gotten some. Hell, I'm sure even that limp dick who stormed out of here has gotten some at some point. So yeah: I'm gonna need some clarification on this."

Taking a moment to watch her wine swirl as she swishes it with a casual motion of her wrist, Sarah replies to him "The reason it's not clicking for you, is that you're so alpha male that you can't look at the world from any perspective then one where you are the master of all you survey. Makes you a magnificent fuck but leaves something to be desired sometimes in the imagination department."

"So let me spell it out for you Tom: I'm going to put mister smiley into your butt while you suck John's dick and we're going to keep at this until at least 2 people get off."

Dead silence reigns for a seeming eternity as the douchebag stares into the vixen's eyes, everyone trying to digest what Sarah had unveiled as her plan for how to complete her complicated dare. For your part, the idea of Tom polishing your nob isn't exactly on your top 5 fantasies (due in no small part to the fact that you aren't gay), but the idea of this douchebag having to service you does have a certain dark appeal... but do you really want to be that kind of guy?

"No way. I ain't gay. Pick another dare" Tom says, breaking the silence.

"Couple of points. First, nobody said anything about no gay stuff. Second, you didn't have a problem when you thought it was going to be Nicole that we were going to be double teaming. Third -and this is the important one- you've already agreed to it."

"I'M NOT SUCKING ANOTHER MAN'S COCK!" He bellows as he steps back, and for the first time you get a sense of something other then swaggering arrogance in him; a hint of fear.

"The hell you aren't!" Nicole says as she looks up at Tom, still rubbing her wrist from how roughly he'd grabbed her. "No one else has backed out of their dares, even after you had me read all of your disgusting notes and co-opted mine!"

Whirling around Tom looks around, his mouth moving as he tries to think of some way to weasel his way out of this or find someone he can turn to for support. But nothing is coming, and all he finds are a red head casually sipping wine, an empty chair where Matt was, a vengeful Nicole, Miranda who won't look him in the eye and lastly you.

"Of course Tom I suppose it's possible that you can refuse since you seem to be really adverse to this, but I'm liable to just tell everyone that you did it anyways for a couple of weeks (good luck getting taken seriously by the ladys after that), and since I'm not so sure on the rules of Nicole's game she'd have to decide what happens when someone straight up refuses a dare."

Nicole smiles at Sarah's suggestion in a way that suggests that refusing might actually be worse then simply going along with the dare.