Main Story Truth
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Let alone to play Truth or Dare with practically everyone on the label. If they were on their own, they were downright devious as a group.
No one was surprised to find out that the kinkiest thing Andy got down with was outdoor sex, and everyone rolled their eyes when Gabe was asked if he’d had sex with anyone in the room and he’d started listing off everyone alphabetically. Adam didn’t flinch when he was dared to get Ryland hard.
Then Adam had asked William, “Truth or Dare?”
It was a generally accepted rule among the lot of them that you just didn’t ask William. Because if you did, no matter how horribly embarrassing the truth he had to tell, or how morbidly terrifying the dare he had to perform, he would do it. And then it would be his turn. And that, basically, was what you wanted to avoid.
William pursed his lips, considering. “Dare,” he said at last, in this contemplative sort of way, like he was divining the secrets of the universe.
“Lap dances for anyone who pays. And for every lap dance you give, you have to take off an article of clothing,” Adam declared.
Around the room wallets were whipped out of pockets, currency ranging from nickels, to sawbucks, to hundred dollar bills being waved in the air. Brendon wasn’t embarrassed to admit that he was holding fifty bucks. William had long legs. And a very nicely put together body. And, well, one should never turn down a lap dance. He might learn something from William’s technique.
William smirked and got to his feet languidly, assessing them individually. He went to Gabe first, who was holding out the most money, taking off his hat and perching it jauntily atop Gabe’s head. As he straddled Gabe’s lap and began to grind and roll, whoops echoed throughout the room. Ryland hurried to turn on accompanying music.
Pete got the next dance, followed by Jon, Vicky-T, and Travis, so that by the time William got to Brendon, he’d taken off his scarf, sweater shirt, shoes and jeans. In nothing but his boxers and tiny black cut-off socks, which actually didn’t look ridiculous so much as highlighting the nice curve of his ankles, William performed his lap dance for Brendon.
So, maybe Brendon got a little bit excited, but that shouldn’t have been a big deal, because Gabe and Pete were, like, walking hard-ons. But William got this private little grin when he felt the effect he was having on Brendon, and when the dance was over and he slinked over to his seat, he didn’t bother putting his clothing back on.
Maybe the spark in William’s eyes, the way he licked his lips, maybe these were Brendon’s first inkling of what was to come. Maybe it was the feeling of dread unfurling in his stomach. But it was a little too late.
William set his gaze and asked.
William asks Brendon and Brendon chooses truth
William asks Pete and Pete chooses dare
William asks Brendon and Brendon chooses dare
Let alone to play Truth or Dare with practically everyone on the label. If they were on their own, they were downright devious as a group.
No one was surprised to find out that the kinkiest thing Andy got down with was outdoor sex, and everyone rolled their eyes when Gabe was asked if he’d had sex with anyone in the room and he’d started listing off everyone alphabetically. Adam didn’t flinch when he was dared to get Ryland hard.
Then Adam had asked William, “Truth or Dare?”
It was a generally accepted rule among the lot of them that you just didn’t ask William. Because if you did, no matter how horribly embarrassing the truth he had to tell, or how morbidly terrifying the dare he had to perform, he would do it. And then it would be his turn. And that, basically, was what you wanted to avoid.
William pursed his lips, considering. “Dare,” he said at last, in this contemplative sort of way, like he was divining the secrets of the universe.
“Lap dances for anyone who pays. And for every lap dance you give, you have to take off an article of clothing,” Adam declared.
Around the room wallets were whipped out of pockets, currency ranging from nickels, to sawbucks, to hundred dollar bills being waved in the air. Brendon wasn’t embarrassed to admit that he was holding fifty bucks. William had long legs. And a very nicely put together body. And, well, one should never turn down a lap dance. He might learn something from William’s technique.
William smirked and got to his feet languidly, assessing them individually. He went to Gabe first, who was holding out the most money, taking off his hat and perching it jauntily atop Gabe’s head. As he straddled Gabe’s lap and began to grind and roll, whoops echoed throughout the room. Ryland hurried to turn on accompanying music.
Pete got the next dance, followed by Jon, Vicky-T, and Travis, so that by the time William got to Brendon, he’d taken off his scarf, sweater shirt, shoes and jeans. In nothing but his boxers and tiny black cut-off socks, which actually didn’t look ridiculous so much as highlighting the nice curve of his ankles, William performed his lap dance for Brendon.
So, maybe Brendon got a little bit excited, but that shouldn’t have been a big deal, because Gabe and Pete were, like, walking hard-ons. But William got this private little grin when he felt the effect he was having on Brendon, and when the dance was over and he slinked over to his seat, he didn’t bother putting his clothing back on.
Maybe the spark in William’s eyes, the way he licked his lips, maybe these were Brendon’s first inkling of what was to come. Maybe it was the feeling of dread unfurling in his stomach. But it was a little too late.
William set his gaze and asked.
William asks Brendon and Brendon chooses truth
William asks Pete and Pete chooses dare
William asks Brendon and Brendon chooses dare