Tom, and he draws Nicole

"Since you all just about 'stack up' the same," Sarah smirked, "I think the guy who I know is fun should go next. Tom, don't disappoint me."

"You know I never do babe," he replied, swaggering over to her to take the hat, all whilst his modest dick hung out of his jeans. With that, it seemed that their brief stint as nude models had come to a close, and both Matt and John awkwardly retook their seats. The energy of the party was definitely different now that they had shown off what they had to offer, but it still didn't feel soul crushingly uncomfortable like John had feared it might.

When Tom stuck his hand into the hat, and began loudly rustling for a slip, things almost felt normal. Soon after, he selected a slip from all the others and brought it up to his eyes to read, a smug smile spreading on his handsome face as he saw what it said.

"Well, well, well," he laughed, "would you look at that? I drew you, Nicole." He held the slip up towards her as he spoke, as if to preempt an accusation of cheating that the cute blonde haired girl might well have levelled at him. Nicole pouted, but didn't say anything. A single word on a piece of paper was impossible to argue with, and the way he had drawn from the hat had looked pretty legit. Like it or not, Nicole's fate was in his hands, for now.

Tom rubbed his hands together after placing the piece of paper back into the hat, satisfied that Nicole had had enough time to read it.

"I seem to remember that we were having a little argument earlier," he said, "and I intend to settle it."

John's stomach dropped at his words. he had been caught up in his own thoughts about Miranda and whether or not she liked him at the time, but he still seemed to recall Tom saying something about making Nicole moan his name. The thought of Tom already leaping to forcing Nicole into something so lewd made John's skin crawl, and he sat up in his chair, ready to intervene on her behalf.

"I dare you. . . "

Tom paused, his unfinished sentence hanging in the air, the tension in the room growing. The only sound was the quiet fizzing of champagne in Sarah's glass.

"To let me give you a massage!"

The silence continued after that. John wasn't quite sure to parse it, but Sarah saw fit to laugh. A girlish giggle escaped her lips, before she could demurely cover her mouth with one hand. Matt joined her too, chuckling weakly, although it was clear that he was just laughing because his crush was, and not because he actually got the joke.

Nicole, meanwhile, the target of the dare, didn't seem to see the funny side. Her blonde eyebrows knitted together as she pursed her lips and looked at Tom with suspicion. Much like John, she clearly didn't trust Tom, and she was already wondering what his angle was. John had more than a few ideas about why that pervert would want to get his wandering hands on to Nicole's innocent skin, but he didn't voice them. The last thing he wanted to do was scare his friend.

Oblivious or apathetic to Nicole's trepidation and John's disapproval, Tom rose to his feet. Nicole's eyes went wide, expecting him to come straight at her, but he instead moved towards the door.

"Mind if I borrow some body oil, Sarah?"

"Of course not babe, you still know where it is?"

"En-suite, mirror cabinet, top shelf?"

"You always know the perfect spot," Sarah laughed. Matt sulked. No way he was going to laugh along with her this time. Before anyone else could say anything, Tom was gone, presumably headed directly towards the en-suite, mirror cabinet, top shelf.

While he was away, John decided to use the opportunity to check in on Nicole.

"Hey, are you alright about this?" He hissed, glancing towards the door before leaning towards her.

"Yeah, I guess so," she sighed. Despite her words, a blush filled her pale cheeks, and her fingers drummed nervously on her knees.

"Nothing we haven't done before," Miranda pointed out with a shrug, "you made me kiss John."

"Yeah, but you don't hate me," John replied, "do you?"

"Ha, noooo," his crush laughed, and John breathed a sigh of relief despite himself, "but I might have, and Nicole couldn't have known, but I still would have had to do it anyway."

It was a fair point, and receiving a massage wasn't really any different to a kiss or a lap dance anyway, two things that the girls had already been made to do.

"Trust me, you'll enjoy it," Sarah said, winking cryptically at the anxious girl perched on the edge of her seat. That seal of approval from the slutty red haired girl didn't exactly fill Nicole with confidence, and her fingers on her knees upped their tempo, whilst she nibbled on her bottom lip.

She didn't have much time to worry, however, as soon after Sarah said that, Tom came back. A bottle of body oil was in his right hand, and he had a towel tossed over one shoulder. Flicking the top off the bottle, he smirked at Nicole even as she blushed, and began to advance towards her.

"Alright, I hope you're ready for your rubdown."

"Wh-what sort of massage is this going to be?" Nicole asked, her eyes widening and flitting from Tom, to the oozing bottle of oil in his hand.

"I was thinking full body," he licked his lips, "but if you'd prefer, I can just start with your shoulders?"

Nicole gulped as she looked at him, her cheeks already turning pink, but she couldn't exactly pussy out at just a back rub.

"Okay, but just my shoulders."

"Beautiful," Tom smiled. His strong fingers contracted around the bottle of oil, squeezing out a small bubble of the stuff, before it popped and ran down the side. A single droplet of the stuff ran over his fingers, reminding John uncomfortably of other translucent fluids.

Cautiously, Nicole pivoted in her seat, sitting sideward on the couch to give Tom access to her back. Over her pale shoulder, she watched with doe eyes as Tom lowered himself at her side. Her hands twisted in her lap as Tom cracked his knuckles, the only sound in the room. Everything was so quiet that Nicole nearly jumped when Tom spoke.

"Now before I begin," he said, sounding very uncharacteristically professional, "is it alright if I take your bra straps off your shoulders?"

Nicole huffed at the thought, her pink cheeks blooming into full redness.

"I knew it, this was just some lame excuse for you to be a pervert again!"

John cracked his own knuckles (more quietly than Tom had), in preparation to back Nicole up physically if necessary, but Tom stopped them.

"I'm just asking," he said, holding his hands up in surrender, "I'm going to be using body oil, I figured you wouldn't want to get your bra all oily. I can try to work around it, if you want?"
Tom's reply sounded infuriatingly reasonable, and John felt the fight go out of him as his fists unclenched. Nicole seemed convinced too, as her shoulders gradually switched from high and apprehensive, to lower and more relaxed.

". . . Fine," she sighed, "but if you try and peek at my boobs I swear I'll shove that oil bottle so far up your ass!"

"Well it's a good thing it's a lube bottle then," Tom chuckled, and to John's surprise, Nicole smiled too.

Without further ado, he reached up and hooked the frilly strap of Nicole's bra with one thumb, before easing it over her shoulder as if he were undressing her. Rough skin of Tom's hand brushed gently over Nicole's sensitive skin, covering her in goosebumps. The whole thing was uncomfortably intimate, and John felt both that he shouldn't watch and that he couldn't look away.

Using the opposite hand, John slipped the other strap down, leaving Nicole's bra hanging off her by just her upper arms. From just looking at her upper back, she seemed naked, an optical illusion that combined with Tom's proximity to create an almost disturbing image. The two of them were such constant enemies, seeing them close like this felt like a waking dream.

Once Nicole was sufficiently undressed, Tom turned his attention to the bottle in his hand. He squirted himself a palmful of body oil, allowing it to rest in his hand for a moment to warm up, before he moved to anoint Nicole with it. Like tipping sand out of his palm, he made a loosely closed first and turned it sideways, allowing a steady stream of oil to trickle out on to the top of Nicole's shoulders. She tensed and shuddered as he poured oil from one shoulder, across the nape of her neck, to the other, but she didn't move away.

There was plenty of distance between her short blonde bob and her shoulders, so Tom didn't worry about any oil getting in her hair, but he still gently lifted her messy blonde bob up anyway. Once Tom's palm ran dry after trickling oil back and forth over her tense shoulders, he finally laid a hand on her back. Shockingly warm fingers gripped her shoulders, making Nicole's breath catch in her throat, as Tom used both hands to spread the slick oil evenly down her back.

They were such strong, steady hands, in contrast to her nervous, fidgeting shoulders, that Nicole found herself relaxing despite her better judgement. Tom had only just begun touching her, but she could already tell that he really knew what he was doing. Further evidence to that point was that the oil he painted her back with was so perfectly measured that it was enough to coat her down to her bra's latch, without so much as a surplus drop to stain it.

Splayed fingers pushed back up Nicole's body from there, firmly pushing ripples through Nicole's delicate flesh until Tom's hands reached her shoulders. From there, his hands pushed over the crest of her shoulders, coming to rest with his thumbs on her back and his strong hands easily covering her slender collarbones.

Like kneading bread, he began to squeeze her tense shoulders, driving his thumbs into her knots and twists with practiced ****. Nicole tried to stay still, to keep her shoulders tensed and give that asshole Tom no sign that what he was doing had any effect, but she couldn't manage it. Her body reacted before she could, melting in his grip like putty in his hands, even as she struggled to keep a straight face.

Unable to bear looking at him as he slowly caressed her body, Nicole turned her head forward and closed her pale blue eyes, but that only gave Tom full access to her neck. Like picking up a kitten, he firmly grasped and squeezed the back of her neck, making Nicole twitch as he worked the stress out of muscles that she never knew she used.

While he teased her anxiety from the nape of her neck, his other hand continued to work over her back, working the luxurious oil into the skin over her shoulder blades. Every firm push of the heel of his hand against her felt like it was squeezing all the negativity out of her, like rolling the last toothpaste out of the tube.

She was so at ease that she barely even jumped when Tom's lips were suddenly by her ear, warm breath tickling her newly kneaded neck.

"You know, if you really want to get the benefit of a proper massage, you should lie down for it."

His words made sense, but Nicole didn't know if that was a good idea. So far, Tom had proven that he knew a thing or two about massages, but she still worried that the whole thing was a con to trick her into some sort of compromising position. Those hands touching her might have been experienced, but they still belonged to Tom, after all.

On the other hand, they had gone this far without Tom doing anything untoward, and they were in a living room with four other people, it seemed unlikely that Tom would try to pull anything too outrageous. Maybe Nicole could let him go a little further, just for her own sake.

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