Coworer Complications

The apartment buzzed with tension as the doorbell rang at 7:00 p.m. sharp, a harsh chime that jolted Ryan from the couch. Megan smoothed her black two-piece dress, the short skirt hugging her thighs, the bikini style top snug against her chest, her nipples outlined in the thin fabric. She flashed him a tight smile, her resigned effort for his supposed kink etched in her posture, and padded to the door. Ryan trailed behind, heart pounding, the plastic grocery bags still unpacked on the counter a mute witness to the day's unraveling.

She swung the door open, and Carson strode in, all six-foot-two of him, his broad and built frame filling the cramped space. JP followed, lean and grinning, then Cory, his 340-pound bulk wheezing as he squeezed through. Carson's gray eyes landed on Megan, raking over her outfit with a slow, approving smirk. "Well, damn," he said, clapping Ryan on the shoulder, too hard as always. "She is as you described, man. Fucking hot."

Megan shifted, tugging the skirt down an inch, her voice small but polite. "Thanks, I guess. Ryan picked it out." She glanced at him, seeking his nod, and he forced one, his stomach a knot of dread.

"Smart guy," JP chimed in, flopping onto a chair at the rickety kitchen table, his dark eyes glinting. "Knew you'd come through."

Cory lumbered over, plopping down with a grunt, his sweaty palms leaving smears on the wood. "Yeah, looks like a good night already," he said, his voice greasy, staring at her chest a second too long.

Ryan hovered by the counter, grabbing a six-pack of beers from the fridge, anything to keep his hands busy. "Let's drink," he muttered, popping cans and passing them out. The guys cracked theirs open, the hiss of carbonation cutting the air, and Megan poured herself a mix drink, sipping tentatively as she settled into a chair between Carson and JP.

They bullshitted for a while, Carson dominating with loud tales of a client's deposition screw-up, JP tossing in jabs, Cory laughing too loud. Megan nursed her drink quicker than usual, loosening up as the alcohol hit, her third solo cup empty by 7:45 p.m. Her cheeks flushed pink, her posture slumping, tipsy giggles slipping out as Carson leaned closer, voice dropping conspiratorially.

"Alright, let's shatter the ice with a game from our younger and more innocent years," he said, setting his can down with a clink. "Truth or dare, each time it's your turn to ask, you drink. Each time you get asked, you drink. Who's first?"

"Me," Megan piped up, swaying slightly, her gullibility primed by the buzz. "Sounds fun."

"Sweet," Carson said, grinning like a wolf. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," she replied, giggling, oblivious to the trap.

He leaned back, crossing his arms, and testing the waters. "Tell us the most risque thing you have done?"

Megan blinked, then glanced at Ryan, her eyes seeking his okay. He shrugged stiffly, the video's shadow forcing his hand, and she turned back, shrugging. "Not much to tell, really. Just dumb stuff from when I was younger that just kind of happened to me. Like, on spring break, my friend said there was a bug in my bikini top, so I yanked it off right on the beach. My boobs were out, and I just ran around yelling about the bug while people pointed their phones at me."

JP snorted, leaning in. "Details, girl. How'd they react?"

"They laughed," she said, sipping her beer, "and whistled. Kept saying 'nice tits.' I was so embarrassed, but I hate bugs."

"Classic," Carson said, smirking. "What else? How about actually WITH a guy."

Megan glanced at Ryan again, who knew what was coming and braced for it. His nod mechanical now, and continued, tipsy enough to ramble. "Well this guy after school, he said a snake bit his, uh, his penis. And I had to suck out the venom I guess? To save him. I did it, kind of felt like a blowjob really. He wouldn't let my head up until I got it all out. That was the first time I saw a penis and ya I know how it sounds but, it was legit."

The guys erupted, Carson slapping the table, JP howling, Cory choking on his beer. "You sucked him off?" Carson asked, incredulous. "How long?"

"I sucked the venom, it took a couple minutes," she said, shrugging. "I felt proud, like I did something. Part of the reason I become a nurse." Ryan's face burned, but he kept nodding, the room spinning as her naive confession illuminated her dangerous gullibility.

The round circled back, truths bouncing around--JP admitting a bar hookup, Cory confessing his OnlyFans obsession--until Carson's phone light up in his hand. He typed quick, and Ryan's buzzed a second later. He fished it out, the text glaring: DARES ONLY NOW. MAKE IT STICK. Ryan swallowed, pocketing it, and cleared his throat.

"Alright, this is boring, dares only from here on out," he said, voice flat, avoiding Megan's eyes. "Let's ramp it up."

"Fuck yeah," JP said, cracking his knuckles. " My turn. Megan, I dare you to kiss Carson."

She hesitated, glancing at Ryan, her tipsy haze sharpening with unease. "Um, is that ok?" she asked Ryan, and he nodded, jaw tight, the lie a reflex now. "Okay," she said, leaning over, pecking Carson's lips quick and chaste, pulling back with a grimace she hid behind a sip of beer.

"Weak," Carson teased, but his grin stayed. "My turn. Dare you to flash us your boobs, Megs."

Her eyes widened, sobering a fraction. "No way, Ryan's right there. He can't see me like that."

Ryan jumped in, desperate to keep the rules intact, his voice strained. "I'll turn around, close my eyes. Promise." He swiveled in his chair, facing the wall in earnest, lids clamped shut, heart hammering.

"Swear it," she said, and he did, "I swear," voice hollow. A rustle followed, her chair creaking, then a chorus of low whistles and muffled laughs from the guys. "Holy shit," JP muttered. "Perfect rack," Cory wheezed. The sound of fabric settling hit, and she called, "Okay, done." Taking a sip of her drink.

Ryan turned back, eyes open, her top back in place, her face flushed but smug. "My turn," she said, pointing at Carson with retaliation in her eyes. "Dare you to take off your pants and boxers off."

Carson chuckled at the nice opportunity, standing without hesitation, unbuttoning his jeans and shoving them down with his boxers, kicking them aside. His nine-inch cock hung heavy, half-hard from the site of her tits. He sat back, legs spread, smirking. "Your move," he said, sipping his beer like it was nothing.

Megan wrinkled her nose but didn't comment, the game rolling on, her nerves melting away from her buzz. Cory took his shot. "Oh, she's on the offensive. How about this, I dare you to take your panties off for the rest of the night," he said, leering at her.

She froze knowing how exposed she would be for the remainder of the evening in a dress like this, glancing at Ryan again, her voice shaky. "Swear not to look, Ry? Like, really swear." A gleam shown in her eyes, knowing this will drive Ryan nuts, but in a good way.

"I won't," he said, turning away again, eyes shut tight, taking much more effort than last time. He heard the chair shift, the soft slide of fabric, and JP's low, "Fuck, yeah." Her G-string hit the floor, and as her legs each lifted slightly, one at a time, to step out of it, the men were greeted with a peak of a lip just below the hem of the skirt. She sat back down with her solo cup in hand, resting in her lap, shielding any view.

"Done," she said after sipping her drink. Ryan faced forward, her panties a crumpled black heap by her feet. The dares for and from him had been tame--chug a beer, do a push-up--dumb stuff to mask the focus on her. His phone buzzed again, Carson's text flashing: Chip in, make it real, like really fucking real, you know what I mean, or she's getting the video, not fucking bullshit this is taking too long. Ryan's gut sank, and he blurted out in pain, "My turn. Megs, you... you basically gave that old guy Marvin a handjob yesterday, right? So, uh, I dare you to give Carson one, out of sight of course."

Her jaw dropped, eyes flicking between him and Carson, who grinned wider, cock twitching. "Seriously?" she asked, voice small. "You want that?"

"Yeah," he lied, nodding fast, "It would be sexy." She looked uncertain but, then stood, swaying slightly. "Alright, I guess, let's go to my room."

Carson turned and winked at Ryan while following her as she led him in, the door clicking shut. Ryan sat frozen, JP and Cory snickering, the muffled sounds of movement seeping through the thin wall. Five minutes ticked by, agonizing, until the door opened. Megan emerged, her flushed face tight, a mix of deep thinking and forced pride in her eyes. Carson sauntered out, with Megan's cup in hand, a thick white load sloshing inside, his pants still off.

"I didn't want to make a mess," he said, setting the cup on the table, smug as hell. Megan sat, forgetting about her panty-less state as her legs slightly widen on her descent into her seat, her voice teasing. "Happy?"

"Yeah," he croaked, guilt choking him, but she bought it, softening a fraction. JP jumped in to keep the momentum, eyes glinting. "My dare. Drink that cup, Megan."

She stared at it, then at Ryan, her tipsy resolve wavering. Ryan forced a smile towards her.

"Is this how these games usually go?" Megan asked, looking towards Carson and then JP.

"Oh ya, well they are usually a bit raunchier, and there are more girls, so it may seem like your getting the full 'load' if you know what I mean, but keep in mind, we don't want to go too far because we know you are a respectable lady. We are just trying to lighten things up, break the ice, and all have fun together! Right guys?" Carson quickly belt out after coming up from a large sip of his beer, all too confident that Megan will believe that this is somewhat normal. JP and Cory coming to his rescue with typical grunts of support.

She grabbed the cup, locking eyes with Ryan, and tipped it back, gulping Carson's cum in three slow swallows, her throat bobbing. She slammed it down, wiping her mouth, a flicker of defiance in her stare as the guys hooted.

"Fucking legend," Carson said, clapping. "Your girl's a trooper, Ry."

Megan forced a smile, but it softened, turning real as the warmth of Ryan's approval spread through her, drowning out the nagging twist in her gut. "Yeah, well, if it's hot for him, I'm kinda into it too," she said, her tone lifting, though a shadow of shame flickered beneath it--one she quickly shoved aside. Growing up, her moral compass had been forged by her mom and dad, their Church of Christ rules drilled into her naive heart: purity with your partner was sacred, the key to a marriage that'd last forever. She'd idolized their guidance, trusted it blindly over the loose, lust-driven ways her high school and college friends lived--girls who bragged about blowjobs and hookups with their boyfriends, giggling over details that made Megan's stomach churn. She'd tried warning them once, parroting her parents' lessons about robbing their future husbands of something special, but they'd rolled their eyes, called her a prude, and drifted away. To keep any friends at all, she'd learned to bite her tongue, turning a blind eye to their "sins" while clutching her promise ring tighter. Now, gulping Carson's cum in front of Ryan's coworkers, she knew those same friends would recoil, ditch her for this degrading mess--but they were the hypocrites, weren't they? They'd trashed their own relationships with premarital filth, while she was honoring hers, keeping Ryan happy and desiring her without crossing their sacred line. Her mom's voice echoed clear as day: Those boys aren't who you're marrying--it doesn't count against you and Ryan. That was all that mattered. The humiliation stinging her chest, the wrongness of it--she could bury that, emboldened by the rules she'd sworn to live by. She glanced at Ryan, his stiff nod a lifeline, and straightened up, resolve hardening. The guys caught the shift, their laughter sharpening into something hungrier, predatory, but she clung to her twisted pride.

The mood was up, the room buzzing with leftover adrenaline, before Cory stretched, cracking his neck with a groan. "Man, forgot how much fun truth or dare gets," he said, scratching his gut. "Back in high school, though, it was all lame-ass truths--'Who you got a crush on?' Nobody had the balls for this wild shit."

JP smirked, leaning back in his chair, beer bottle dangling from his fingers. "Yeah, took college to grow some guts. Now it's all dares, thanks to Ryan, and damn, it's better this way."

Carson chuckled, kicking his empty can across the floor. "Speak for yourself. I was daring bitches to flash me by sophomore year. Still, this beats that kiddie crap." He stood, stretching his arms wide. "Alright, piss break. Who's refilling?"

Megan giggled, tipsy warmth loosening her edges, and grabbed her cup as the guys shuffled around. JP hauled himself up, snagging the last beers from the counter, while Cory lumbered to the kitchen, rummaging for a half-empty whiskey bottle. Ryan stayed put, staring at his hands, the buzz of Carson's earlier text still rattling his skull. Megan slipped into the bathroom, the door clicking shut, and returned a minute later, her cheeks still flushed as she plopped back onto the couch. The guys resettled, drinks sloshing, the air thick with a restless edge.

"Alright, let's keep it rolling," JP said, leaning forward, his dark eyes glinting. "Dare you to dance for us, Megs. Show off what'chu got."

She hesitated, her tipsy grin faltering, fingers tightening around her cup. Her eyes darted to Ryan, then away, a quick shuffle of her feet betraying her unease--not about the act itself, but the risk of him seeing her exposed. She craved his desire, needed him to find her sexy, but she didn't want to throw away all the years of dedication because of dramatic pussy flash. "Well, with this dress," she said, voice light but careful, tugging at the hem, "and, you know, my lack of underwear, I might get a little exposed."

Ryan caught the hint again, his jaw tightening as he waved a hand. "Yeah, yeah, I got it, don't worry," he muttered, grabbing his chair with a scrape. He lifted it dramatically, turning it fully around to face the fridge in the kitchen, the living room's chaos now at his back as he sits down, almost power bombing the chair to communicate his frustration. His shoulders hunched, fingers turning white as he grips his beer bottle with anger--he did not want Megan to perform for these assholes, turning herself into just another girl getting them off who would inevitably cast off the memory in mere days as just another slut exposing herself to them. For Ryan, such a performance and display from Megan would be cherished for all of eternity.

Megan glanced over her shoulder, checking his position, her lips pursing as he stayed rigid, eyes locked on the calcium build up of the fridge's water dispenser.

"Okay, here it goes," she said, setting her phone down with R. Kelly blaring through the tinny speaker. Giggling, the booze fueling her glee, she stood and swayed, finding her rhythm as the beat picked up: "hot and fresh out the kitchen / Mama rollin' that body, got every man in here wishin'." Her hips rolled, slow and teasing, the tight cocktail dress clinging to her thighs, inching up with her movements. The guys whistled, egging her on, and she dipped low, knees bending, the skirt continuing to bunch up with each drop--higher, then higher--until it gathered just below her hips, her smooth, laser-hair-removed pussy showing entirely, pink and bare. She spun, checking Ryan's turned head, then turned her back to the guys, dropping down again--straight-legged, flat-backed--shaking her ass quick and sharp. The skirt bunched fully around her waist now, her backside exposed, glistening slit and tight pucker asshole on display for a long second.

"Fuck, would you look at that," Carson growled, his voice low and appreciative. "Tight little slit, Ry. Pink and perfect."

"Yeah, man, she's shaved clean," JP added, laughing. "You're missing out, dude. Wonder who she is keeping it like that for, haha. I guess us."

Ryan sat tense, wondering how his beer bottle has not shattered in his hand yet.

Cory wheezed, leaning closer. "I like that move, keep that one up. Your pussy looks happy to be seen. I could just dive in."

Ryan gripped the chair's edge, knuckles permanently white now, their words searing into him. He couldn't see, but he could imagine it too well--her perfect body, bare and swaying, all for these pricks. Megan spun once more, then, facing the boys, dropped down a final time with her knees parted widely as she pick up her cup to take a large swing while in the very exposing and erotic position, and then finally standing up as the song ended, indicating the end of the show. She fixed her skirt back down and plopped into her seat, breathless and beaming. "How was that?" she asked, peering at Ryan's tense back, then the guys.

"Fucking hell," Carson said, sipping his beer. "That was amazing. Just to confirm what we all saw, I'll give you an easy one. I dare you to tell us if your pussy's wet."

She giggled, grinding her thighs together briefly, the boldness landing softer now. "Yeah, I guess I am," she admitted with a shy smile, her voice bright with innocence and pride. "Is that a good thing?"

"Hell yeah it is, girl," JP said, grinning wide. "Whenever I get my chick to do kinky shit for me, she's whining and dry as a desert."

Carson raised an eyebrow, smirking. "What kinda freaky stuff you putting that poor girl through?"

JP shrugged, laughing. "Oh, please, nothing crazy--just a lot of anal. She's always bitching it hurts, saying I'm too big. Had to ditch her, man. Can't settle for less than a proper buttslut. Bitchin' about taking it in the back door totally ruins the mood, you know just take it slut, make daddy proud."

Megan sat back wondering about such a foreign concept. "Anal, a dick in my ass, that is something. But, I can't be a prude for Ryan when the time comes." Her thoughts simmered over. "I would have never imagined having fun doing all this though, so I guess if Ryan wants it, I bet I could have fun with his penis back there. The power of love." she thought to herself.

Carson snorted, nodding. "Fair. Gotta have standards."

Cory chimed in, his wheeze cutting through. "Megan's a keeper, though. Doing all this for Ryan's kink, and it's turning her on? That's gold."

"Yeah," Carson agreed, eyes flicking to her. "Most girls would've bolted by now. You're a champ, Megs. I think Ryan wanted this because he knew things needed some spice around here. You guys are going to definitely be the picture perfect married couple, even more so know that you have proven to Ryan just how special you are, and you did it without needing to break and rules with Ryan. Frankly, for me and my prospects of marriage. I hesitate to ever see myself in a place like that because I just know whoever I would end up with would just stop caring about my dick and only worry about her shopping allowance. I'd do anything for a girl like you just wanting to please."

JP leaned in, mischief glinting. "I don't want to change the subject, and I am up next, so let's get back to talkin' about that back door--"

Carson shot him a look, sharp and quick, and motioned for JP to lean his ear for a word. "Yo, JP." Cory caught the cue, turning to Megan with a greasy grin. "So, uh, you gonna be a champ and take it in the back door for Ryan?" She blinked, distracted, nodding as Carson leaned to JP, voice low but firm. "Push hard, man, but not too hard. Save the fucking for later--we've got her hooked. Focus on getting our dicks sucked tonight. Don't go too far tonight, or we lose what we got going, and I don't want to lose this," JP nodded, rubbing his chin, then swaggered back, salvaging his slip.