She gives it a try ..

After a brief hesitation, Miranda steps in center of the group.

"Can i have a bit of music?" She asks, jittery as you would expect.

You remember her being usually confident (borderline cocky sometimes), but since her return, also kind of introvert (almost uneasy you would say) in public situations, particularly when she finds herself at the center of attention.
Which is quite odd, for a former cheerleader, but anyhow you're pretty sure she would never do something like this if not **** by this game...

"My bad." Replies Sarah, grabbing her phone.

She taps on it, grinning like she just turned on a stove under Miranda's feet, and instantly music starts to play form the speakers that you and Matt brought for the party.

She remains perplexed for a moment, not recognizing the song.
You don't either.
It's a smooth R&B piece, not your thing under normal circumstances, but now you don't mind, as it is probably a fitting choice for a lap dance.
You don't know Miranda's tastes that well, but you guess that's not exactly her kind of music either, judging from the look on her face.

She raises her eyebrows, drawing a loud breath before relaxing her body.

Is she doing it for real?

You read the same incredule anticipation on the face of everyone in the room, Tom and Matt in particular.
Hesitantly she starts to move, swaying shyly her hips left and right, trying to pick the tempo with the music.
Your eyes meet for a moment causing her blush imperceptibly.

She turns away, offering you plain sight on her shapely back (but sadly ending up facing Tom, who keeps grinning like the idiot he is) and placing her hands on her hips, while continuing to move sinuously with the obvious result to catalize the attention on her amazing butt.
Her black leggings fit her body like a glove, and for the first time you get to stare at her slim yet incredibly feminine figure without being interrupted or feel any sort of shame.

Damn!

She squats slowly.
The fabric on her lower back stretches, revealing a sickle of smooth skin right under the hem of her shirt.
You would also expect her panties to peek out, but apparently those leggings where made to tease, as they follow her curves perfectly leaving you guessing if she's actually wearing anything underneath.

As she gets back up, you remain stunned for a second when you realize that for the whole party you weren't aware of how much revealing her outfit is tonight.

A simple, loose, white halter top and some skin thight black pants, plus a black leather jacket that she lost pretty soon somewhere ... Nothing exceptional, said like that, but those pants ...

The thin layer of cloth could be as well body paint, as little concealment it offers to her body.
Through it you can follow her firm buttocks jiggle, flesh rippling slightly at every move she makes.
Any other girl you can think of would probably look trashy wearing them.
But somehow Miranda manages to still look smart and cool, almost graceful (even if terrifically hot) with them on.
If any, they give her a defenceless aura, turning her fit body into something frail and delicate in your eyes.

How could you possibly miss that? The lights .. the confusion .. the crowd...
Yeah, the crowd, as you avidly explore every nook and cranny of her with your gaze, the upleasant though that everyone but you had noticed, pops in the back of your brain like waking nightmare.

Suddenly you recollect the image of her dancing in the center of the room briefly obscured by a hyped mob guys.
You didn't give importance to that before, but it all makes sense now.
Tom was also in that bunch and now you start to picture how he earned the slap you saw Miranda handing to him in a corner minutes later.

The guys must have got the (wrong!) idea that she wanted to get frisky tonight and probably tried to hump her while dancing.
It's easy to imagine Tom going further than the others and refusing to take a 'no' as answer...

"Hey, sexy! If you're done with the warm up, may i remember you that this should be a lap dance? I think you've done enough for the dance part, but your still three laps behind ... " Snickers Sarah from your right, breaking Miranda 's rhythm for moment.

She turns around, hesitanting.
Your eyes meets again, but this time she holds your gaze cracking a lovely, coy smile.

She walks towards you, stopping just couple of feet away, and after a brief pause she turns around, giving you a close up of her astonishing assets.

Your eyes wanders on her curves, in complete awe, heart racing in your chest.
As she squats on you, clumsily trying sit on your lap, you notice an almost invisible bump of what you're convinced to be her underware just above her butt crack.

The couch is too low tough, so her ass remains akwardly suspended on you for a long moment.
Way too long.
It probably would have been hilarious to watch from the outside, but you don't find anything funny about it at the moment.

Involuntarily your hands reach for her waist, but before you even could touch her, she falls down on you, squealing surprised.
You feel a stabbing pain as her warm body hits heavily your groin, but you forget about it almost istantly.

She's light and soft ... and warm ... and her hair have sweet scent, like freshly baked biscuits.
You realize that your hands have slipped involuntarily under her shirt and now you can feel rigid material of the cups of her bra under the tip of your fingers.

A rush of blood flows down to your erection. You feel it twitching painfully against her supple flesh.
She flails her arms, in search of something where to hold herself. Her breath is short and her heart is beating at double rate than yours.

"Hey, did you just kill him? Just so that you know, rigor mortis doesn't count." The voice of Sarah and the snickers of the others bring you back on earth.

You feel Miranda trying to change her postion, moving her weight forward in attempt to rub sensually herself on you.
She arches her back while you slide you hands down, using her hip bones to istinctively attempt to guide her movement.

"Two minute gone, by the way ..." Adds Sarah, showing the timer running on her phone.

For just a mere second, you manage to press her right on your groin, sliding your bulge between her firm buns and against her pussy.
The fabric is so thin, that you have the impression it lets transpire the moist warmth radiating from it.

Just the moment you start wondering if the soft lump you are feeling is actually a seam of her pants (doubtful ) or something else, that Miranda places her hands on your knees and uses them to pull herself off of you.

You look her slip away, struggling to refrain yourself from holding her down.
She walks again towards the center of the room, remembering midway to resume her sexy wiggling.

Fuck! I think i just fell in love with her again ...

You wonder who will be the next one.
She's hesitates (wich is a good thing, as that means you were the only one with who she felt comfortable in doing the lap dance), but she tries to dissimulate, turning around and squatting again like before.

"Hey, playing favorites, aren't we?" Grins Tom bitterly.

You see her thowing him a dirty look covered with a polite smile.
He made the decision for her.

She turns to Matt, covering quickly the distance with him.
Again she squats down, almost between his legs, rubbing her chest thorugh the loose top with both her hands with the intent to look sexy.

She is, obviously, but maybe, now that you look at her from the outside ...
You know you're not being objective on the point, as she's beeing a bit clumsy and uncoordinated, and has lost the tempo a few times.
Ok, lapdance is proably not her thing, still, who could actually not have a massive boner just having her so close?
She's just too damn sexy ...

Matt stares up at her in a mix of curiosity and uneasiness, looking from time to time first in your direction and then in Sarah's one.
He's probably reticent to show openly his interest in front of you two.
Miranda glares sensually at him and spins around quickly, turning back in search of a reaction.

You catch a shade of irritation contracting briefly her beautiful features, as she ackowleges Matt's apparent lack of interest.
But you did notice his eyes darting down on her butt for a fraction of second when she was looking away.

I doubt that she'll have any problems in giving him an hard-on though...

Your last tough surprises you.
Shouldn't you be jelous of him? Why is so easy for you to imagine your best friend getting aroused by her?
But it's just Matt and this is just a game after all ... isn't it?

Miranda in the meantime has turned again her back to him.
You try to meet her eyes as starts to shake her ass pretty much in his damn face.

Suddenly you feel the need to be angry with her ... with him ... both of them.

Fucking stupid game!

She rolls up her top just under her bra, revealing her smooth belly and the cute little hole of her navel, always wiggling hypnotically.

From time to time she looks back to Matt, trying figure out if she's managing to raise the level of his 'intrerest'.
But your friend looks like a salt statue, even with the sexiest belly dancer on earth performing in front of him.

I bet his dick can't pretend...

Miranda seems to read your mind, and after rolling her eyes she slowly lowers hips on him, managing to not lose her balance somehow this time.

Looks like someone is starting to get the hang of it...

When her body makes contact with Matt's groin, she blushes and a cracks a childish faint smile.

You know what that means.
She felt his erection.

Matt's flushed as well.
He clenches his fists resting near his thighs, probably fighting with the desire to touch her, to grab her and grind her till their clothes dissolve.

You feel a bittersweet proudness in knowing that she got him hard.
Matt has always been like 'She is a beautiful girl, i can't deny it, she's just ... not my type, you know what i mean?'

NOT YOUR TYPE, YOU FOOL?!?

How could he not recognize that she was the most beautiful, perfect and obviously hot girl of the universe?
You found it maddening somehow.
But after all, why on earth would you want him to lust for her too?

"Come on, Matt. She's not made of glass, you know? I'm pretty sure she wouldn't mind you feeling her up a little ..." Teases Sarah with a devilish grin.

Miranda rocks her body slowly and deeply on Matt, who stubbornly keeps pretending to be unaffected.
She lifts her body from his a little and turns interrogative to him.
Noticing his expression, like an ice block on the verge of shattering, she takes his hands and places them on her hips and falls back.

Meanwhile the song ends, but she wasn't follwing the rhythm for a while now anyway.
She smiles again when she slides her ass again on what must be a nice bulge judging from your point of view.
The whole situation suddenly becomes really akward, with Miranda obscenely grinding her ass on your friend in the brief gap of thick silence before the next song starts to play.

Is this still a lapdance?

When Matt's fingers tighten around her, the smile on her face windens, turning in a smug grin.
She won him in the end.

"You've got less than two minutes, sweety." Points out Sarah, clearly amused by how her dare is playing out, as the tune of another song starts to play out of the speakers.

You didn't expect her to actually care if Matt enjoyed the lapdance or not, as she is proably not even aware of your best friend's crush for her.
On the contrary, for what you know of her, even if she would have known about it, you bet she would have enjoyed this dare even more.
Honestly though, you have the impression that she's just having fun (awfully too much) behind her friend's back right now and Matt's is just another pawn of her game.

Miranda gently plucks your friends's fingers and pulls them off from her skin one by one, freeing herself from his sticky hold before jumping lightly up on her feet, to your great relief.

You really don't know how long still your brain could have resisted in justifying him.
In his eyes, you see a brief glimpse of lust before he remembers again of beeing watched.
He smiles embarassed when she blows him a kiss as she walks backwards again in the center.

Poor Matt. You wonder if he is aware or not that is pinching a four person tent on his groin right now, that totally spoils his poker face.
In the end he behaved the best he could, given the circumstances.

Same goes for Miranda, who is simply doing what she can to avoid to be **** to strip and stay naked for the rest of the game.

A surge of jelousy fills your mind, as you imagine her naked under the eyes of Matt and Tom.
You follow her sexy stride, pointlessly trying to decide if it would actually be worst than seeing her rubbing herself on that idiot.

Expectedly Miranda doesn't stop in the center for even a second this time and keeps walking towards the ever-grinning douche.
The time is running out, no surpirses there.

As the buffed idiot rubs his hands and gets comfy in his seat, you can't help but fantasize again about Miranda failing.

No way! That's just impossible, he's always hitting on her, it's clear that he likes her... How could he not get hard?

And surely Tom don't seem the type that could feel the pressure of the situation or have any sort of problems in getting an erection at any time.

Pressed by the timer, Miranda quickly turns in front of him and does a shorter version of her usual routine of sexy squats and wiggles.
The asshole's stupid grin, while he follow her ass like the ball in a basketball game, makes you want to really hit him hard on his gums.

She leaps on him uncerimoniously and start to rub herself with unbearable eagerness.
The music seems at this point, just the pretext grind her butt on his crotch to get him hard and the whole things is just atrocious to watch for you.

Tom incredibly remains still, though.
You'd expect him to exploit the situation, to cop a feel at least...
Not that you're deluded by that, but ...
Wait ... yeah, you're kind of disappointed after all ... it would have showed clearly how much of a creepy asshole he is to everyone, wouldn't it?

Even if he's behaving, your stomach stays clenched watching Miranda rubbing on him.
She keeps arching her back, sensually caressing her hair while rhytimically wiggling between the douche spread open legs.

But she looks uneasy, somewhat ... worried, like something is not going right.
You see her blushing as she slides back and forth, but without the usual victorious smile.

Positive thinking: that's her reaction in feeling the asshole's cock, he's so small that she can't feel him.
Finally you can stop worrying about him.

"Babe, you sure do have a great body, but you lack confidence and techinque." States Tom near her ear.

She turns her head a bit to the left, slowing her movemets and catching her breath, looking almost geuinely interested in his words.
Which make you intrested as well, but the music lets only parts of his speech reach your ear.

Ridiculous!

You chuckle silently.

"I could teach you ..." You hear him adding. And without Miranda doing or objecting anything, he grabs her waist, and lifts her up like a feather, placing her right over his left leg to her great suprise.

"You see... one does not simply walks into lapdancing. You can't just improvise. Being gorgeous and hot, like you are, surely helps, but it's not enough alone. Give some credit to the professionality of those hard working girls who do this for a living. My sister has been a stripper for a while, i do know what i'm talking about, trust me." Continues seriously Tom, now in a louder tone, moving his hands down on her hips.

You know that these words would deserve more study, that they seem to imply something very wrong or, at very least, terribly inappropriate going on between brother and sister, but you can't focus properly right now.

Miranda uncompresibly seems to have decided to let him carry on with this bullshit and waits, wary for his next move.

"First, you're too stiff." He says shaking her gently." Losen up and try to concentrate on yourself, find your focus." He continues while starting to move her hips in slow circles over his leg.

She looks confused while she complies and at the same time tries to keep 'dancing' on him.
The fact that she's heeding his directions, is making this even worse than you could expect, but you suppose it's part of the game after all.
She can't just show openly how much she despises him right now ...

"You should try to forget about the people around you and even about me for the matter ..." Says Tom with unnerving confidence, changing the direction of her movement, the tone of his voice back again barely audible.

Miranda is looking on the ground apparently concentrated to feel the music.

"... imagine doing it for yourself..." You grasp betwen the groovy basses while you see him placing on hand on her back and bending her down, manipulating her body effortlessly.

"... to be doing something you have wanted for a long time ..." He liftes her up again changing again the the direction of her hips, leghtwise his leg this time, his mouth pretty much chewing her earlobe.

" ... to be doing with someone who likes you very, very much ..." At these words (if you got them right), you see Miranda's eyes widen, her jaw dropping imperceptibly, and her cheeks flush, while Tom keeps consuming the fabric of their pants guiding her hips in a deep, slow back and forth movement along his leg, always holding firmly her hips.

" ... someone that you also like very, very much." You hear him whispering in her ear, while at the same time sliding one of his hands under her loose top and the other on her inner thight.

I knew it! Fucking asshole!

You clench your fists asking yourself how could you be fooled by his facade.

"Can you feel it?" Asks Tom, now for all to hear.

Miranda shakes from her stupor blushing even more.

"W-what?" She stammers evidenlty noticing for the first time where the douche put his hands.

"How much you are improving. Do you feel the huge ... difference? I bet you do." He explains grinning smugly, still playing with her body like a doll.

"Ah-h, yes ... I can definetly feel it. I mean ... I can feel the ...err ... difference." She stumbles evidently embarassed while trying to wiggle out from his hands.

You can't see the one under her top, but by the outline of the fabric it's clear that he's groping her left breast.
The other one is still just above her groin, in attempt to control the pace of her movement, with the tip of is fingers disappering between her clamped thighs.

"So are you getting how big of a difference it is?"

"Yeah it's definetly aa-ahem ... a pretty big of a d-difference ..."

"Well then, now if you seriously want to get on it ..."

"Thanks for the ... hmm ... tip, Tom, but i ... i actually don't plan to take it any time soon ... as a full ... time job." She says struggling to pull away his hands from her body.

You push away the unsettling thought that there is some weird subtext in their squabble and glance over to Sarah.
The time should be nearly over fortunately.

"And even if i would be interested, you should keep your hands off and let me handle the whole situation by myself."She adds snickering nervously.

"Hmm so that's what you want? Handling the situation? Damn girl, i usually like to be the one in charge, but maybe i could make an exception for you, if that's what you really want ..."

"Hands off Tom, i really mean it now ... In a club someone would be on its way to beat the shit out you right now."

You would gladly be that 'someone'.

"Hey, i'm offended! I was just giving you directions. You seemed to need some. Badly. " He replies quickly putting his hands up with a laughter.

"20 seconds left!" Yells Sarah.

Thank God, it's over...

"Sure ... well, maybe or maybe not, but i think i can continue on my own from here. You just stay put back there and let me complete my dare." Chirps Miranda, now with her confident smile of victory, albeit quite flustered and with her voice trembling.

This dare must have been quite intense for her , she looks out of breath.
But the worst is behind her now, and that's truer now than ever.

"Suit yourself, girl. Only, don't complain later." Concludes Tom, laying back in the couch, ogling at your crush's sinuous backspine with the seeming resignation of someone who knows he won't have the another chance.

She won him, the asshole too. And she does nothing to hide her satisfaction while rides gleefully his leg, happy like a child on a pony, for the last seconds of her dare.

"Time!" Exclaims Sarah clapping her hands twice.

Pity though, you kind of hoped for as second round.
But Tom tried one of his antics and failed epically, wich is definetly more than you could expect when the dare started.

"Now guys, come and line up in front of me, i need to check her score." Continues the buxom girl with sparkles in her eyes.