*I'd like to thank LaRascasse and SD for their support and editing skills. XO to both of you.*
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"I can't not believe you're going to make me do this," I say, pouting.
"You lost. Time to pay up." James smiles as the fear grows inside of me. "You're going to have fun stop freaking yourself out."
"James I know I agreed to this but," I spin around looking directly at him. My tall, skinny James. With his short brown hair and mischievous gold eyes.
"Anna, you suggested this."
"In a moment of weakness."
"Weakness?" He grins, moving towards me.
"You know I would agree to just about anything when you're-"
"When I'm what?" He raises an eye brow at me.
"When your tongue is inside me." I say turning away from him in an attempt to hide my embarrassment.
"Baby this was not my idea. I agreed to it only because I know how much you want it. And ONLY if you lost the bet and you did. Better finish getting ready the guys will be here soon."
"Oh no you don't. You suggested it and then used your tongue and my own body against me."
James laughs and pulls me to him, hugging me tightly. "Do you want to call it off, you can still back out?"
I know he can see the answer in my eyes, just as I feel it in my body.
"You can do this Anna. You don't want to disappoint me do you?"
"No. But..."
"No buts relax and finish getting ready. I promise it's going to be fun," He kisses my forehead, which makes my heart melt. "Hurry up." He laughs, slapping my ass. "Ahh," I rub my sore cheek. "You'd better hope this doesn't blow up in your face." I mumble under my breath.
"It won't." He calls after me.
"Shit," I say fifteen minutes later, taking in my reflection in our full length bedroom mirror. My large nipples are barely hidden beneath a sheer white peasant shirt that hangs loosely around my upper body. Over the sheer shirt I'm wearing a tight black underbust corset which laces up the back with black ribbons, the boning causing my tits to look youthful and perky again. As well as a black mini skirt and black crotch-less panties. My thighs are covered with black silk thigh highs and garter belts. To top it all off, four inch black kitten heels.
I take a deep breath and walk out of our bedroom silently praying that I have the guts to go through with this.
"Wow." I enter the living room to a round of wolf whistles. There is no mistaking the deep clenching of my body. I'm wet and the night has barely begun.
"Thank you Rob." I smile nervously and glance over the room. All of the guys are present. James and I agreed before hand that they would start off slow, but now that the five of them are standing in our living room, staring at me in my slutty get-up, I'm starting to worry.
Rob and his twin brother Tyler, as well as Jack, are fraternity brothers of James. Todd and Chad are his co workers from the ad agency. The six of them have been getting together once a month for the past year for poker night and tonight, rather than go out with the girls as I normally would, I'm their, well I'm here instead.
"What can I get you boys to drink?" I ask softly as the guys settle into the first hand.
Each of them places their drink order and I disappear into the kitchen.
"You okay?" James asks, from behind me.
"Do I look okay?" I ask moving away from the counter and spinning to show off the full view of my outfit.
"You look good enough to lick, uh I mean eat," He grins at me. "The guys agree."
I look down at myself and sigh, "I look ridiculous."
"Baby you look perfect, as always. You're supposed to be having fun," James says walking over to me. "Take a few shots and be brave. You want this, try to remember that." His voice is filled with love and affection, which helps calm me. "Better?" He asks.
I nod and give him a weak smile.
"By the end of the night you're going to be so happy you did this. I promise," He smiles and kisses my forehead. "Now get out there and serve my friends." He winks returning to the table and the game.
Taking a deep breath I grab the bottle of whiskey and pour myself a shot. I shoot it and quickly follow it up with a second.
"One more for the road." I say pouring a third shot and shooting it. Before picking up the tray I give my nipples a few quick pinches but they really don't need it. The anticipation of what could happen tonight has them throbbing and hard. I pick up the tray and carefully head out of the kitchen.
Our living room, which usually feels comfortable, seems to have shrunk with the addition of the poker table and all the chairs. I take a quick deep breath and with my eyes cast down I silently walk up to the table. Six pairs of eyes follow my every move despite my best effort not to interrupt their game. One by one I pass each guy their drink until my tray is empty. I turn back towards the kitchen, catching a quick glimpse of myself in the mirror. My nipples are hard and obvious in the soft folds of the sheer material, my cheeks are flushed and my skirt seems to have flipped up in the back. I quickly push it down with the back of my hand and hurry into the kitchen.
I fall onto one of the bar stools near our island and drop my head in my hands. "What the fuck am I doing?" I whisper to myself. Reaching across the island, my fingers barely make it to the bottle, I stand up and grab it by the neck and I down more than I should but the slow familiar burn calms my nerves.
The boys are fast drinkers which has me thinking I'll need to replenish their drinks soon. While preparing the second round I pull out an extra set of glasses and toss some ice in them. The second trip around the table is a little easier. I focus on taking their empties and delivering new drinks and not on their eyes, though I can still feel them on me. I ignore them and focus picking up one glass at a time. Once my tray is filled with empties and the boys have their new drinks, I head back into the kitchen. I wash each glass and set them up for the fourth round.
"Anna?" James calls from the living room. "Bring us that bottle of Jameson."
I finish up the third tray of drinks but leave it in the kitchen, silently hoping they aren't slamming them back that quickly. I grab the Jameson; six shot glasses, walk back into the living room and stop right behind James.
"Come here," His voice is barely a whisper. I step next to him and wait. "Pour the shots." James motions to the small space open next to his chips. I place the shot glasses on the green velvet and open the bottle. To steady my hands I bend forward and very slowly begin to pour the first shot. Perfect. I smile to myself and move onto the next one.
I move to pour the next shot when James starts at my knees and takes his time teasing his fingers up the inside my thighs. He gets to the top and starts again on the other leg. My body shivers and I have to pause in pouring the shot. I wait until he removes his hand then continue. This time he grabs my hot, throbbing pussy. I gasp and pull the bottle up just in time.
"Careful Anna, don't spill on the table," He says with a laugh and begins rubbing his fingers between my already swollen lips. "Are you almost done?" He teases, one of the guys laughs and I look up to see Rob directly across the table from me. His eyes glued to my cleavage, despite myself my body shudders and I'm all too aware of the hot liquid spilling onto James' fingers. My eyes drop back to the shot glasses and I try to concentrate on pouring the final four shots but James, who knows my body almost as well as I do, knows exactly how to move his fingers to distract me. With in seconds he has my hips rolling back to meet his fingers and he's teasing my clit with the perfect amount of pressure to pull low moans from my throat.
"Anna the guys would like their shots now."
"Yes James." I whisper and try to focus on the task at hand. My hands are shaking almost has hard as my thighs but some how I manage to pour the last four with out spilling a single drop.
"Pass the rest of them out." He says once I've placed his shot in front of him. He removes his fingers from between my soaked thighs and holds them up for me. I know exactly what he wants me to do but I'm frozen. "Anna we have a game to play." His voice isn't cruel but firm. I lean down and open my mouth, sucking his fingers into my mouth. I lick and suck them clean as quickly as possible and then begin passing out the rest of the shots.
Once each guy has their shot, they shoot them back and return the glasses to the table.
"Refill em and leave the bottle on the table," James says, "Then bring some snacks out."
I nod, even though none of them are looking at my head and follow his instructions. With out a single word I slowly work my way back around the table pouring each guy another shot.
Back in the kitchen I work on putting the snacks into bowls, as well as the various dips I spent the day preparing as James' words played in my mind.
"I win, you're not only to dress as I choose for our next poker night but you will serve my friends in any way they chose, throughout the evening. You'll be theirs to look at, theirs to touch, you'll do as you are told and you'll love every minute of it."
"I can not do that."
"Yes my sweet slutty girl you can and you will. We both know you want this."
