Dare four was the hardest, of that there was no doubt. He actually doubted whether Julie would go through with it. Despite all that she had gone through and done so far in the first three dares he would not have been surprised to see her back out of this one. He hoped not though. The previous ones had been kinky and perverted, no doubt, but this one was sick but he wanted to see the depths Julie was willing to sink to match him. And there she was emerging from her house ready for a night on the town, ready to attempt DARE FOUR...
"Look like a whore, like a complete and utter slut, the type of girl that would let two complete strangers fuck her at the same time. If you've got the clothes for it (I'm sure you do) then wear your own or go out and buy new ones just make sure that just by looking at you every man and woman knows you are the type of girl that craves the attention of cock."
That part of his dare was explicit enough and as he watched Julie Duncan emerge from her house that Saturday evening it was clear she was more than prepared to meet that particular challenge. Her attire indicated that. She was wearing what must have been the smallest, black mini skirt known to man, really tarty fish net stockings, high heels and a daringly plunging silver T-back top that showed acres of cleavage flesh and her entire bare back. She was so striking that an old couple that were passing as Julie emerged from her front gat onto the pavement fell out as she passed because the old man was ogling at her as she passed. Oh yes, she looked the part. But would she have the guts to meet his dare exactly as he had laid it out?
"Go into town and pick up two guys, any guys will do. Any colour, any age, any type, it does not matter. All that matters is that you are going to have sex with them on Saturday night at the same time, one in your pussy and one in your mouth -- a spit roast if you like."
Looking, and acting, like a slut on a Saturday night was nothing new for the promiscuous Julie, hell even trying to snare a couple of willing guys for a threesome maybe wasn't beyond her extremes but this challenge wasn't quite that simple, was it?
She struck out at the first two bars she went to, it was probably too early anyway but by eleven o'clock and the next bar she went to things looked like they might just pick up. It was a bust bar in the city centre, the average in the place was skewed pretty low and there seemed to be plenty of candidates (male and female) looking to hook up with someone for the night. But she didn't rush things, she leaned against the bar, ordered a vodka and scanned the bar, taking everyone in, looking for a likely prospect. This was not her first drink of the night, but she needed it to build the courage to make her do what she was being challenged to do. Even now, while scanning for likely prospects she was not entirely sure she wanted to go ahead with this. And then she spotted them. They were at a table themselves, two young, cocksure guys. Just their whole demeanour told her they would be up for it. The way their eyes followed any girl that went past them, the intense stares they gave that suggest they would like to devour each pair of female legs that moved in the bar and the way they joked with each other across the table, all indicated they could be perfect for what Julie wanted.
The two blokes were called Tony and Conrad and at 21 were both just a bit younger than Julie was herself. Tony was black and Conrad white and they had been best mates since school. They were both good looking and didn't they know it. There usual weekend sport was trawling the pubs and clubs on the look out for an easy lay and tonight Julie was the easiest lay imaginable if they were willing to share. Julie had them marked down as potential targets very early on and wasted no time in getting a second drink and wandering slowly over to their table, maintaining eye contact all the way as they open appraised her body en route. She licked her lips and leaned forward affording both lads a spectacular view right down the front of her top.