Chapter Seven
Sorry it's been so long since I last updated. I've been really busy. Plus, I've been trying to figure out how to end this story. I'm sorry to say this, but I am pretty sure the next chapter will be the final one. But, who knows? Maybe there will be a sequel someday. Well, for now, please enjoy this new chapter, and, as always, feel free to leave any comments you may have.
Amy stayed on her back for a moment before doing a sit-up-like movement into a sitting position. "Stacy, truth or dare?"
"Dare," Stacy decided.
"Hmm, I don't know. I think I'll use the same dare Chris used. I think you should have a go at the pole.
Every single male's eyes landed on Stacy at the exact same moment, urging her to go right ahead; they didn't have any problems with it. In turn, they got a few glares, but the other girls turned their glares into rolls of their eyes. Such men.
Stacy shrugged and stood up to 'have a go at the pole'. She wasn't too worried or embarrassed; she did stuff like this all the time. Of course, this was a truth or dare game; nothing ever goes right. As Stacy slid down the pole in a...er...provocative manner, her tight shorts split in the back right down the middle. The room changed into a state of absolute silence. Nobody actually believed that had happened; that sort of thing only happened in middle school children's nightmares. Amy started, Shannon next, and one by one the entire room began to laugh, the sound bouncing off the walls and back to Stacy's ears. She hit her head against the pole. How had she not seen that coming? Or, at least, something coming. She sat back down in the circle, determined to take out her humiliation on somebody else.
"Adam, truth or dare?"
"Dare," he said, following the trend of dares that had been going on.
Stacy's eyes locked on Adam in concentration. She knew what she would dare him... She sent Trish a wicked grin.
"I think you should, how do I put this, show your thong?"
Stacy once again shot Trish a smirk, which Adam, preoccupied, completely missed. The room was, for the hundredth time that night, in hysterics. Most people had completely forgotten about that previous dare. Well, except for Adam and Matt, for different reasons.
"Hello? Adam! Take off your pants already!" Stacy shouted at him.
Adam groaned and stood up. He put his face into his hands before pushing his blond hair back. He took the liberty of taking one more sigh, and he undid his belt and let it drop to the floor.
Trish slid her eyes to the floor, blushing. This seemed too much like a striptease to her. Or maybe it wasn't enough of one... She cleared her mind a bit and refocused her attention on Adam. She wanted to see how he looked in HER thong!
Adam had just finished stepping out of his pants. Many people pretended to shield their eyes. Adam almost felt like putting his hands on his hips and glaring, but, well...maybe that wasn't the best idea.
"Turn please," Stacy said.
Adam sent a sarcastic smile toward Stacy, but he complied with her 'order'. He then sat down. He almost seemed unfazed by the humiliation he had been put through.
"Steph, truth or dare?" he asked.
"Dare," Stephanie replied.
"Hmm...difficult. Let's turn it up a notch, shall we?"
Stephanie raised her eyebrows and sent Adam a questioning look.
"How 'bout you make out with...let's see...Stacy?"
"WHAT?" half of the room chorused in reply.
Stacy lowered her head to her lap. This was the second dare she had been involved in that wasn't hers. Why her? Oh well. Stacy decided not to put up an argument; she was too tired.
"Fine," Stacy said.
"Fine?" the rest of the room chorused.
"Yes, fine. But, I'm not moving."
Out of all the incredulous looks in room, the one on Stephanie was the most obvious. She couldn't believe it.
"O-kay," Adam said
Groaning, Stephanie pulled herself up off the floor and moved toward Stacy. Stacy decided that she had enough energy to turn and face Stephanie.
Stephanie leaned in to initiate the kiss. Stacy almost pulled back, but thought better of it; she didn't need an entire room full of pro- wrestlers mad at her. Stephanie and Stacy connected lips and stayed that way for a moment. Then, Stephanie put her hands on Stacy's and gently pulled her into her. The kiss grew more heated, and Stephanie's tongue demanded entrance into Stacy's mouth. They continued their 'tango' for a few minutes before pulling apart. Stephanie returned to her seat.
"Well," Stephanie thought to herself. "It wasn't bad; it just wasn't that enjoyable."
Stacy was thinking fairly close to those thoughts. Everybody just sort of sate in a relaxed, trance-like state until Stephanie remembered that it was her turn.
"Trish, truth or dare?"
"Um...dare."
Stephanie pondered her options. She walked over to Trish and leaned down to whisper something in her ear. Trish's eyebrows scrunched together before she nodded her head in understanding. Stephanie returned to her seat, a smile spread wide across her face. Trish sighed.
"Adam, would you be a dear and get me that piece of paper over there?" Trish asked.
"Uh...sure," he replied.
"What could she need a piece of paper for?" Adam thought. Everybody else was wondering this as well. What could a piece of paper possibly have to do with a dare?
Adam stood up and was about to move toward the paper Trish had requested he retrieve, when Trish shot up very quickly and suddenly, and she positioned herself right behind Adam.
SMACK!
"Ow," Adam said. "What the hell?"
Everyone surveyed the scene and finally came to the realization of what exactly had happened. The handprint left on Adam's ass was enough evince to confirm everything. Adam's hand immediately ventured to his behind to massage it. He then dropped his arm to his side, blushing, and he retrieved the piece of paper. He handed it over to Trish, who put it on the floor next to her.
Adam slowly sat down. "So, what's the dare?" he asked, still curious to know what the paper was for.
"That was it," Trish said.
"Huh, what? Oh..."
Slowly the entire room realized what Trish meant. Well, all of the room except for one person.
"I still don't get it," Matt stated, a confused expression playing about his features. Everybody looked at him incredulously, and a few even raised their eyebrows. "I'm serious," he added. Amy groaned. Sometimes her boyfriend could be really slow...
"Okay Matt, I'll lay it all out for you," Stephanie began. "I told Trish to somehow get Adam to get up without it seeming suspicious, and when he did, to, well, smack him."
"And I figured," Trish added, "That if Adam thought he was getting me something for the dare, since he is such a kind soul..." Trish paused to smirk at Adam. "...That I would have no problem getting him get up."
"Oh," Matt said. "I get it!"
"Hey, Trish, your turn," Shannon stated.
Hey, DevilshPrincess, I granted your wish. (I had to; you were my first reviewer) Anyways, I hope you all liked it, and stay tuned for the next and final chapter!
Sorry it's been so long since I last updated. I've been really busy. Plus, I've been trying to figure out how to end this story. I'm sorry to say this, but I am pretty sure the next chapter will be the final one. But, who knows? Maybe there will be a sequel someday. Well, for now, please enjoy this new chapter, and, as always, feel free to leave any comments you may have.
Amy stayed on her back for a moment before doing a sit-up-like movement into a sitting position. "Stacy, truth or dare?"
"Dare," Stacy decided.
"Hmm, I don't know. I think I'll use the same dare Chris used. I think you should have a go at the pole.
Every single male's eyes landed on Stacy at the exact same moment, urging her to go right ahead; they didn't have any problems with it. In turn, they got a few glares, but the other girls turned their glares into rolls of their eyes. Such men.
Stacy shrugged and stood up to 'have a go at the pole'. She wasn't too worried or embarrassed; she did stuff like this all the time. Of course, this was a truth or dare game; nothing ever goes right. As Stacy slid down the pole in a...er...provocative manner, her tight shorts split in the back right down the middle. The room changed into a state of absolute silence. Nobody actually believed that had happened; that sort of thing only happened in middle school children's nightmares. Amy started, Shannon next, and one by one the entire room began to laugh, the sound bouncing off the walls and back to Stacy's ears. She hit her head against the pole. How had she not seen that coming? Or, at least, something coming. She sat back down in the circle, determined to take out her humiliation on somebody else.
"Adam, truth or dare?"
"Dare," he said, following the trend of dares that had been going on.
Stacy's eyes locked on Adam in concentration. She knew what she would dare him... She sent Trish a wicked grin.
"I think you should, how do I put this, show your thong?"
Stacy once again shot Trish a smirk, which Adam, preoccupied, completely missed. The room was, for the hundredth time that night, in hysterics. Most people had completely forgotten about that previous dare. Well, except for Adam and Matt, for different reasons.
"Hello? Adam! Take off your pants already!" Stacy shouted at him.
Adam groaned and stood up. He put his face into his hands before pushing his blond hair back. He took the liberty of taking one more sigh, and he undid his belt and let it drop to the floor.
Trish slid her eyes to the floor, blushing. This seemed too much like a striptease to her. Or maybe it wasn't enough of one... She cleared her mind a bit and refocused her attention on Adam. She wanted to see how he looked in HER thong!
Adam had just finished stepping out of his pants. Many people pretended to shield their eyes. Adam almost felt like putting his hands on his hips and glaring, but, well...maybe that wasn't the best idea.
"Turn please," Stacy said.
Adam sent a sarcastic smile toward Stacy, but he complied with her 'order'. He then sat down. He almost seemed unfazed by the humiliation he had been put through.
"Steph, truth or dare?" he asked.
"Dare," Stephanie replied.
"Hmm...difficult. Let's turn it up a notch, shall we?"
Stephanie raised her eyebrows and sent Adam a questioning look.
"How 'bout you make out with...let's see...Stacy?"
"WHAT?" half of the room chorused in reply.
Stacy lowered her head to her lap. This was the second dare she had been involved in that wasn't hers. Why her? Oh well. Stacy decided not to put up an argument; she was too tired.
"Fine," Stacy said.
"Fine?" the rest of the room chorused.
"Yes, fine. But, I'm not moving."
Out of all the incredulous looks in room, the one on Stephanie was the most obvious. She couldn't believe it.
"O-kay," Adam said
Groaning, Stephanie pulled herself up off the floor and moved toward Stacy. Stacy decided that she had enough energy to turn and face Stephanie.
Stephanie leaned in to initiate the kiss. Stacy almost pulled back, but thought better of it; she didn't need an entire room full of pro- wrestlers mad at her. Stephanie and Stacy connected lips and stayed that way for a moment. Then, Stephanie put her hands on Stacy's and gently pulled her into her. The kiss grew more heated, and Stephanie's tongue demanded entrance into Stacy's mouth. They continued their 'tango' for a few minutes before pulling apart. Stephanie returned to her seat.
"Well," Stephanie thought to herself. "It wasn't bad; it just wasn't that enjoyable."
Stacy was thinking fairly close to those thoughts. Everybody just sort of sate in a relaxed, trance-like state until Stephanie remembered that it was her turn.
"Trish, truth or dare?"
"Um...dare."
Stephanie pondered her options. She walked over to Trish and leaned down to whisper something in her ear. Trish's eyebrows scrunched together before she nodded her head in understanding. Stephanie returned to her seat, a smile spread wide across her face. Trish sighed.
"Adam, would you be a dear and get me that piece of paper over there?" Trish asked.
"Uh...sure," he replied.
"What could she need a piece of paper for?" Adam thought. Everybody else was wondering this as well. What could a piece of paper possibly have to do with a dare?
Adam stood up and was about to move toward the paper Trish had requested he retrieve, when Trish shot up very quickly and suddenly, and she positioned herself right behind Adam.
SMACK!
"Ow," Adam said. "What the hell?"
Everyone surveyed the scene and finally came to the realization of what exactly had happened. The handprint left on Adam's ass was enough evince to confirm everything. Adam's hand immediately ventured to his behind to massage it. He then dropped his arm to his side, blushing, and he retrieved the piece of paper. He handed it over to Trish, who put it on the floor next to her.
Adam slowly sat down. "So, what's the dare?" he asked, still curious to know what the paper was for.
"That was it," Trish said.
"Huh, what? Oh..."
Slowly the entire room realized what Trish meant. Well, all of the room except for one person.
"I still don't get it," Matt stated, a confused expression playing about his features. Everybody looked at him incredulously, and a few even raised their eyebrows. "I'm serious," he added. Amy groaned. Sometimes her boyfriend could be really slow...
"Okay Matt, I'll lay it all out for you," Stephanie began. "I told Trish to somehow get Adam to get up without it seeming suspicious, and when he did, to, well, smack him."
"And I figured," Trish added, "That if Adam thought he was getting me something for the dare, since he is such a kind soul..." Trish paused to smirk at Adam. "...That I would have no problem getting him get up."
"Oh," Matt said. "I get it!"
"Hey, Trish, your turn," Shannon stated.
Hey, DevilshPrincess, I granted your wish. (I had to; you were my first reviewer) Anyways, I hope you all liked it, and stay tuned for the next and final chapter!