I’m jolted to my senses at the sound of loud music vibrating all around me, and that’s when I realize we’re being guided through the entrance towards the VIP section of the low-lit club. When we approach the roped-off area, it takes only a few simple words from Riley and the guy securing the area unhooks the rope and lets us through. We all take a seat and within seconds a waitress comes over to take our drinks order. When we each have a drink in our hands, Riley turns to us with a wicked gleam in her eyes and immediately I’m dreading what she has up her sleeve as she begins to hand each of us a card.
“We’re playing truth or dare. I’ve given each of you a card. Each card has a truth question on the back of it. You are required to answer whatever the card asks you. If you don’t answer or answer truthfully, you will have to forfeit with a dare and a shot.” Just as Riley says this, the waitress returns with a tray of shots and places them on the table in front of us.
“Who wants to go first?”
While everyone else gives each other a wary glance, Alana is the first person to speak up. “Me!”
Riley smiles at Alana’s eagerness, and I have to fight within my inner self not to scowl at her, her perfect ‘Hollywood’ smile grating on me. Knowing I’m allowing the irrational side of me to override my rational side, I throw my drink back in one and shake my head of all the jealousy that seems to be seeping from my pores. Jealousy that I know is unnecessary. I focus my attention on Alana as she begins to read her question out loud.
“If you were invisible for the day, what would be the naughtiest thing you would do?” Her eyes grow wide as she bursts out in drunken giggles, causing everyone else to laugh along with her—which in any normal circumstance wouldn’t be funny, but thanks to the alcohol flowing through us all, everything seems hilarious.
She thinks for a moment before blurting out, “I would watch George Clooney in the shower … then Brad Pitt … and Ben Affleck! Oh, and Ian Somerhalder! Hell, I don’t think I’d ever get out of the damn shower! He could be my boy toy any day!”
Then, clearly not understanding the rules of the game, she grabs a shot and chugs it back in one, giggling as her face scrunches up from the intensity of the shot. “Whoa, that was strong!” she shouts over the music. Her glazed eyes trace over us. “Who’s next?”
A few of the other girls answer their questions truefully; one which was ‘Have you ever kissed a member of the opposite sex?’ and the other, ‘What is your favorite bedroom fantasy?’
Mia goes next and when she refuses to answer ‘Who out of the bachelorette party would you pick for a threesome?’ we watch as she throws back a shot and undergoes a dare of grabbing the ass of at least five guys in the club.
As the drinks continue to flow, the whole truth and dare game continues for a little while and before I know it, it’s my turn. Since my inhibitions have been lowered with the magic of alcohol, without a moment’s hesitation I flip my card over and read it out loud. “Where is the most outrageous place you’ve had sex?”
I flush crimson red with lust when I think back to this morning and the incredible sex I had with Ashton on the plane. The mile high club.
“Oh my God, it’s somewhere really dirty isn’t it?” Riley pipes up with excitement, and I’m unable to refrain from laughing. Yep that is definitely the effects of the alcohol. Then without much thought, I blurt out my most outrageous place I’ve had sex. “On the plane … this morning!” I shout the last bit out in hysterical laughter and everyone around me cheers and hollers, including Alana who even gives me a high five and an ‘ada, girl’ even though it was her son that I had dirty airplane sex with. With that thought, I take my phone out from my purse and type out a text message to Ashton.
Me: Your mom is so wasted! She just high-fived me for having dirty plane sex with you today.
He replies almost instantly.
Ashton: Um, baby … how the hell would she know about that?
I giggle when I reply, and with the alcohol in my system it makes typing out a coherent second message a lot more difficult. It’s probably because I can hardly feel my fingers right now.
Me: We’re plying tryhth or date!
Ashton: Do you mean playing truth or dare? Are you drunk? ;)
Me: Yup! Drunk as a skank.
Ashton: LOL! I’m pretty sure you mean skunk.
I squint, confused at the message. That’s what I said. Drunk as a skunk. But before I can type out another message, my hazy eyes look up and that’s when I see a firefighter … a hot firefighter with some serious hard pecs—rock hard—peeking out of his yellow jacket. Oh hell. With a purposeful stare aimed at Mia—who looks moments away from passing out—he bellows hoarsely, “I’ve gotten a report of some smokin’ hot ladies over here. Don’t worry though because I’m here to make sure you ladies get nice and wet!”
Everyone begins to fan themselves, throwing back drinks to cool the fire that transpired the moment we locked eyes on him. However, all I can think about is how hot Ashton would look like in a firefighter’s outfit. Just the thought is enough to make me orgasm on the spot. Holy shit. I’m brought back to the now when right on cue the distinctive intro of ‘Hot in Herre’ by Nelly begins to play, and the moment the beat begins to kick in, he begins to sexily sway his hips in front of Mia—who’s currently flushing forty shades of pink, her mouth agape.
His stare is quite hypnotizing as he focuses only on Mia, his hips rotating in precise movements, doing a few subtle thrusts as he slides the jacket from his body, causing the girls around me to shriek with excitement.
Then he saunters closer to her, and the redness in her cheeks flame a few shades brighter as he sexily swipes his fingers through her hair, giving her a wicked smile. With a smoothness that could make any woman’s panties melt, he removes Mia’s veil and replaces it with his fireman’s hat. He throws the veil to Riley and I giggle when Mia shoots her a death glare. After a few beats, Mia’s eyes almost double in size as the stripper straddles her lap and begins to give her a lap dance. He slides his fingers under his suspenders, pulling them from his chest before slackening them until they hang loose from his waist.
He continues to dance and his hands suggestively travel down his torso until they come to a stop at his waist. Then cheers erupt around me when he cups himself, causing Mia to throw her hands over her eyes, her shoulders shuddering with shrieking laughter. When the song hits the beat of the chorus he slowly begins to back away, and with minimal effort he rips his trousers from his legs, revealing a pair of very tight boxer shorts and a huge bulge. I can see Alana out of the corner of my eye with Mia’s mom and I choke with laughter as I watch them almost pawing over him, their eyes shining in pure amazement at such a fine specimen of a man.
Never losing his rhythm, he retrieves a bottle of baby oil out of what seems like thin air. Without wasting a moment of torturing Mia, he flicks the lid open and lifts it above his head as he squirts a generous amount over his chest. The deafening screams around me hit an all-time high and the club suddenly feels like a goddamn sauna. I’m more than content with Ashton, but even I have to admit this guy is hot.
Mia’s mouth pops open again when the stripper takes hold of her hand and seductively drags it over his glistening torso. Riley begins to take snapshots on her phone and Mia’s eyes zone on her with a ‘don’t you fucking dare’ glare before nervous giggles erupt from her mouth. Then without warning, she’s dragged to her feet and with yet another slick move, he lifts her leg over his thigh and simulates hard-core thrusting, his eyes sparkling with mischief.