This is a part two. Reading "Game Night with Candy" first will help. While you're reading, if my emotions seem confused it's because they were and I really don't understand them myself - even now. Throughout my story my feelings shift chaotically like a leaf in a storm and perhaps the story reads like that. So here goes:
After Candy sent me the invitation to the next game night, I got a text from her saying I should bring a friend. I had no choice but to come, she was the boss's daughter. I'd been warned she was trouble but I didn't listen. Now I had to consider what poor unlucky sap I could convince to come along.
If I knew any bi guys they would enjoy the games. There was Georgie, but he was out of town. Then there was my friend Vic, he was a big strong bodybuilder, though, I could swear, at times I'd seen him check out other guys. Who knows, maybe he'd be the one to blow Julius and I'd get left with Candy.
If I invited him and didn't warn him, and he wasn't into it, he could beat me silly. Could I pretend I didn't know what to expect?
I called, "Vic, have you ever seen Candy down at the mill?"
Vic was excited, "Damn yea! I went to highschool with her. Is she still smokin' or did she get fat? I wanted to get in her pants so baaaad back then."
"Vic, I gotta be honest with you, it's bad news... Every inch of her could start a forest fire!" Vic laughed at my sarcasm. I held my breath, getting the courage to ask, "Then I suppose you'd be interested in going to a party at her house? A Party that might get wild?"
"You playin' me dude? She's so hot, I'd eat the corn from her shit!"
"That's good' cause her and her boyfriend just possibly could make you do exactly that." He totally thought I was yanking his chain. Then I explained the whole story from the beginning, how they plied me with alcohol, how she was my boss's daughter, how I couldn't refuse, and with shame even what her boyfriend had done to me."
Vic was sympathetic. He remembered how she was always a stuck-up weasley bi-atch. But more importantly he really wanted to come. He figured fucking her was a distinct possibility, and just maybe he could pound the bitch like she deserved. He said that if something kinky happened he was still game.
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With trepidation in my heart we pulled up to their condo. The door swung open and there stood Candy in all her sexual glory. I wanted to run, but the shirt she was wearing was a relatively open weave and the vibes emanating from her nippular area beamed into my soul holding me there. I heard Vic take in a sudden rush of air at the sight of her.
Candy smiled like a Hollywood starlet, "Scotty, sooo nice to see you again. And Vic, it's been ages." She hugged him. "I didn't know you two knew each other." She looked at me during their hug, "Hmmm, I thought you'd bring a girl. Guess you liked last week more than we thought."
Damn! I'd never thought to bring a girl. I looked like a damn fool. My voice just trailed off, "Oh, I didn't know...I would have but I thought... I'm straight..."
Julius shoved a mason jar full of Jack on the rocks into my hand. I'd intended to have beer and take it easy this time. Something about his manner gave me the impression he didn't like me.
We were all leaning against the kitchen counters drinking when Candy brought out the list of games. She handed it to Vic offering that, as their guest, he could choose.
Vic chose "Would You Rather" which seemed safe enough as it was a simple talking game.
There was a spinner. I'd never heard of a spinner in 'WYR.'
Candy went first. The spinner pointed at Vic. Looking at Vic enjoying his brew, she opted to make up a question rather than draw from the hat. She asked, "Would you rather never have a drink again or never have a blowjob again?"
Everyone chuckled. Vic exclaimed, "Easy. I don't need liquor but I do need a licker." We laughed more. He spun and it fell to Candy. Drawing from the hat he read, "Would you rather never be allowed to wear underwear again or never be allowed to wear socks again?"
She held up her pretty foot in it's elegant high heeled sandal for all to see, "Well, I'm not wearing either. Soooo, oh...I couldn't give up my lingerie collection."
Vic traced a finger from one pretty painted toenail part way up her shin. "We know you're not wearing socks but how can we trust you on the other."
In answer she crossed her ankles, lifting them high up into the air for just a second. We all got a peek at splendor beneath her skirt, followed by our hooting and cheers.
In turn, candy asked me a question from the hat, "Would you rather never be able to have sex again or every single time you drink water, there's a little drop of piss in it?"
I opened my mouth quickly, and without thinking first, "Would it be your pee?" The group shoved me playfully and laughed at me.
Candy teased, "I can arrange that, Sweetheart."
I answered the question, declaring for all, that I needed sex. Carelessly, I was admitting that I would drink her pee.
Candy smiled a kind of smile I'd never seen before. A smile that divulged the emotion of... well, I didn't know. From across the table she took my hand in hers, whispering expectantly for all to hear, in exaggerated lustiness, "A drop...straight...from...the...source."
It was my turn to attempt a feeble attempt at wittiness, "It's not like I haven't licked you there before. And there wasn't any pee."
Julius shot jealous daggers at me with his eyes.
Candy zinged me, jerking her thumb to point at Julius, "No, just his morning cum." My face fell, the humiliation of that statement demeaned and humbled me visibly for all to see. Thrown off balance, she blurted out, "What! You didn't know?" She said nothing for a long minute, then still holding my hand but in a soothing timbre, "Scotty, dear, it's OK. I liked it. It was special. I kinda hoped you'd do it again for me. Tomorrow morning...please?"
She actually seemed caring and sincere. It gave me those false feelings of love again. As if Candy Thule could ever go for me. I imagined big muscular Vic being jealous, learning just now, that I had had sex with Candy, and that she was begging me to do it again.
I couldn't resist her pleading with me to lick her again. The fact that she liked it made me feel needed and connected. I agreed, with butterflies in my stomach.
It was my turn. I spun, then chose the hat because I was failing badly at saying anything of my own that didn't backfire. Reading directly from the little slip of paper, "Would you rather..." I saw what was written there and wished, down to my soul, that I had made something up. My voice cracked, "...I wear lingerie...or heels?"
It was Julius' turn to answer but Candy interrupted snarkily, "I can arrange that, Sweetheart." She was really good at making the guys laugh.
Instead of laughing too, I think I turned a bright shade of red. I downed a large gulp of throat-burning Jack.
Julius cocked his head to one side ogling me long enough to make me nervous. Vic nudged him, "Answer the question, boy. Or are you afraid?"
That's the kind of small town we lived in - constant teasing and one-up-manship among the guys. Being smaller than all the farm boys and laborers I was often the butt of the jokes. It was some consolation that I was the only one to have gone to uni and as soon as I put in my dues at the mill and got a promotion I'd have a chance to escape. But it was just a chance, I worried I'd be stuck there the rest of my life too.
Julius sipped his whiskey slowly, "I'm trying to decide which of her outfits would look best. The turquoise or the one with bows?"
Candy added most unhelpfully, "She's gonna need a wig and the only one I have is red. It goes with my crimson lace."
Julius gesticulated while talking, "Is that the one with the translucent robe and G-string thong?" Candy flashed her eyebrows to confirm it, and Julius practically burst with enthusiasm, "Oooh, That's a good one!"
I held up a hand and opened my mouth to object, but was cut off by Vic who started chanting, "Put it on. Put it on..." Drowned out between his chants I told the group that I'd rather not.
I heard Candy saying I would look adorable. Julius chimed in, "I can't honestly answer the question unless I see it on."
They stood as one, pulling me and steering me toward the bedroom. Stumbling along I protested weakly, "We should just go back to the game."
To my left one of the guys said, "This is a great game. Don't be a party-pooper." His words stung. I'd been struggling not to be a loser the whole night.
Candy was telling me how much fun she and I were going to have. Just the two of us. I couldn't fight all of them but maybe I'd have a chance to reason with her one-on-one. Giving in to gain a strategic position I said, "I'll take a look at it."
The prospect of being alone with her was no small motivation too. I knew it would never work between us. Why did I grasp at straws just to be near her?
Moments later Candy and I were alone. She was rummaging through the closet, furiously putting things on the bed; a red wig, a Christmas robe with white fur trim, thong panties, stockings, garter, lacy bra, and finally a pair of jelly filled breast forms. "We'll call you Scarlet, of course. Come on, strip."
Seeing me sullen and doing nothing, she hugged me, stroking my shoulder to comfort me, "There, there, don't be nervous. You're gonna look great."
Looking great wouldn't be an incentive. Pleading, "I don't wanna look great. I'm a man. This outfit can only lead to bad things. Things I don't want to do."
