0 comments/ 29980 views/ 24 favorites The Interns: Truth or Dare By: neruda Mark Clayton was 22 and between semesters of college when he landed an unpaid internship at one of the largest technical contractors on the gulf coast. He was in a construction management curriculum and P&L Engineering supplied skilled technical labor to every plant throughout the Golden Triangle. His family was fairly well off, as they have to be if you are working an unpaid internship, and supplied him with a nice car and a living stipend that was more than enough to go out whenever he wanted to. All in, he was in a good place in his life, even if he didn't like fetching coffee for the overweight, under worked suites at his office. That would never be him; he was too cool to ever let life wear him down like that. Women had always found him attractive with his dark hair and broad shoulders. He had played baseball in High school and was pretty good until he threw out his arm. Still his self-confidence was based on his looks, his family money, and having praise lauded over him in his formative years in sports. It wasn't so much that he was arrogant about it, as he just had a deep seated understanding that he was a favored child among the human population. He was destined for greatness and all the good things that floated his way in life were well earned and something he could enjoy without guilt. May, when his intern ship started, was an especially hot month that year. He had to start wearing suits, which he didn't mind at first because of how good he looked in them, but it got old quickly, and he began to long for the old t-shirts and jeans of his college classes. He remembered his first day when he was introduced to the two other interns he would be working with. Once again good things just seemed to happen to him. Tiffany was the first one that he got to meet. She had arrived before he had and was sitting in the conference room when he walked in. At first he wasn't impressed at all with her looks. She was around 5"3, and was a little squat in her shape and could definitely stand to lose some weight. But as he got to talking to her over the first few days, she became a lot more attractive to him. She had very large breasts and hips for her height, but that was only part of it. The girl was mental! She would say anything to get a laugh or attention. She was always up to something mischievous! He liked a little mischief in his life. He deserved it, after all. "Aw fuck", Tiffany said. "I knew this was going to happen. It's going to be me and 20 other guys interning and every time I bend over around here I'm going to have to swat away some dick." Mark chuckled. "I'm Mark, and my specialty is stealthy dick. You'll never see it coming. Your airborne swat defense is no match." "Is that because it's so small," she asked with mock sympathy. "No!" he said defensively. Witty comebacks were never Marks strong suit. She laughed and got up from her seat. Standing, even in her cheap suit, he could tell he had misjudged her body. She was a little over weight, sure, but she was also nicely curvy. She was wearing a cream blouse that was unbuttoned, maybe one button too many, and gave a nice view of her ample cleavage. Just as they stretched out to shake hands two things happened at once, the first is that she stepped into a beam of light that made her shirt ever so slightly see through. He could make out the black lace of her bra, but only just. The other is that her scent hit him. Her perfume smelled of fresh clean soap and something that maybe was nutmeg or cinnamon. Whatever it was it was intoxicating on her, illuminated in this way, something in the back of his brain clicked and he instantly wanted her. Even though she wasn't up to his usually standards, he made the decision right there that he would be fucking her sooner rather than later. *** When Tiffany stepped up to shake hands with this guy, she was happy to see he was staring right down her shirt. She had always thought of herself more as cute, than really pretty. Most guys, when they thought of what they found most attractive in a woman their minds instantly went to Victoria's Secret Angels or some famous actress. Most of them didn't think of short women with her figure. But that had never stopped her. Sometimes it took her a little longer with guys to get them where she wanted them, but she always got what she wanted. Truth be told, she had even done the same thing with a few of her girlfriends. One of her favorite games to play was to invite one of her girlfriends to stay over at her dorm, get her really drunk and then start making out with her. Usually within a few minutes things had progressed a lot further than kissing. But her favorite part wasn't getting popular straight girls to go down on her. It was the next morning when they sobered up and made all the noise about how they could never talk about it with anyone... And it could never happen again... Sure, Tiffany played along. But she would always remember that there was a night that the pretty popular girl was begging her to make her cum again. In point of fact, she didn't even consider herself gay or bi. If anyone would have asked she would have said she was straight and not felt any qualms about it. Her real turn on wasn't about the sex at all. It was all about getting someone to cross that line and do something they hadn't wanted to, or at least not at first. She had never been popular and she was a little self-conscious about people fucking her and not wanting their friends to find out. So she loved it when she would have one of the popular kids from her school and they would come back begging for more. She was the one in control then, and she ate it up. "See something you like?" She asked when he was looking down her shirt for a bit longer than was normal. "I.. Uh..." he stumbled over his words. He looked up at her face then right back down at her chest. He even managed to blush a bit, but as cute as he was, she was starting to get the impression that he was a bit of a dim bulb. Yes, she decided, she would have him within the week, and then the rest of the time they were working together she would have him doing all the works she didn't want to do. ...or maybe it would be a better idea to string him along and make him want it so badly he made a fool of himself over her. That could be fun too. She was startled from her reverie by the entrance of the third intern. *** Mark couldn't tear his eyes off Tiffany's tits! They were spectacular! The way the sunlight hit them... It just wasn't something you saw every day. They had to be at least Ds and with her frame they were massive. She had asked him a question about something he liked, and he was formulating an answer, as distracted as he was, and just then someone else walked into the room. She was pure sex. That's the only way to describe her. She was tall, at least five ten, with long blonde hair. She looked like a model and was dressed like one too. She looked good and she knew it. She was definitely more slender than Tiffany, but some nice curves of her own. This was the kind of girl you would expect to find wearing a bikini on a beer commercial or as the lead actress in a new action movie. She walked in confidently enough, but when she saw the other two interns looking at her she slowed her pace and asked "What..." tentatively. Mark didn't need but a moment to collect himself. He walked up to her and shook her hand, his sly grin back in place. "I'm Mark, Mark Clayton," He said with confidence and all the charm he could muster. "And you must be..." he trailed off. "I'm Alyssa", she said with a smile. He gave her a little wink, and she blushed a bit at how good looking he was. "Well Alyssa," he said "It's nice to have you with us. Like I said, I'm Mark and this fireball over here is Tiffany." Tiffany and Alyssa shook hands like the up and coming professionals they were all trying to be and Mark took a moment to wonder how the fuck he ever got this lucky. If he played his cards just right, he would have both of them this summer. Maybe even at the same time... which had always been a dream of his. One that had always been just out of reach. He took a moment to image the scene in his mind. Just as he was settling into the fantasy one of the most severe women he had ever seen walked in the door. "All right, all three of you sit down and shut up." She said with sternness in her voice that brooked no nonsense. She was a slender woman in her mid to late 40s and someone may have found her attractive once, but not recently. She had her hair pulled back so tight her face looked strained and the skirt of her business suite stopped at the ideal professional length of exactly one inch above the center of the knee. Her shoes were nice, but only had a one and a half inch heal. Mark was about to laugh at the package in comparison to the other two girls, but she cut him off as they all found their seats around the conference table. "My name is Valerie. We appreciate you all coming to work here with us and you will be gaining some very valuable life experience along the way. That being said I drew the short straw and have to conduct your orientation today, something I don't have the time to do. So don't try my patience and we will get along just fine. The faster we can get through all of this the more you all can get on my good side." Alyssa, who Mark could see was going to try to be the teacher's pet, sound off a crisp "Yes Ma'am!" Valerie rolled her eyes at the obvious enthusiasm of the woman thirty or so years her junior. "I hope you all like filing," Valerie said. "You're going to be doing a lot of filing." *** Actually filing, Mark learned after about a week or so, was only a general term for all of the extra work that went along with filing. For the most part they weren't even allowed to do the filing itself. That was handled by legal secretaries. The work they were allowed to do consisted of shredding documents or refilling copy machines. Mostly for the first week, it was the shredding that they were doing. They each had a shredder that they were using that could handle about five sheets at a time. First they had to pull out the staples and paper clips. Then count out the pages. Feed them to the shredder and then get the next batch ready. Once they filled a box with paper ribbons, those ribbons had to be mixed with the ribbons from the other two boxes to make sure that document reconstruction was less likely and then re-separated into five small bags and set aside for the company to come by that burned them off site. Mark thought the burning part would be fun if he was allowed to do it, but he wasn't. For the first couple of weeks, this was their days. Mind numbing and tedious. It was actually Tiffany, of all people, that came up with the best way to do it. If you staggered the pages a little it put less strain on the shredder and gave you a few extra seconds at the end to load the next batch without jamming the machine. Once they started doing it like that they had less downtime, but it still didn't seem to go any faster. The one upside is that they did get to know each other pretty good in the process. Since the three of them were all sitting more or less in a power circle of shredding they talked all day and told stories. Marks all centered around how great a ball player he was and the places that his parents had taken him for vacations. He kept dropping names like Vale and St. Barths expecting them to be impressed, but they weren't as impressed as he wanted them to be. Alyssa told the stories you would expect someone like her to tell. How she got to be head cheerleader in high school, how she got such good grades. How she had always been so popular and couldn't figure out why. (Mark thought he knew why) The real surprise for them was that Tiffany always had the best stories, and all of those stories seem to eventually work their way around to sex. One of them was about a time she went camping with a bunch of friends. She ended up sleeping with a guy she had never met before in a tent with two other guys that were passed out. Or the time she was at a party and everyone ended up in the hot tub at the end of the night and she thought everyone was naked, so she stripped down before she got in and everyone looked at her like "What the hell are you doing!" She made all the stories funny, and had them rolling laughing, but at the same time Mark couldn't help from imagining her in those situations as she described them. Sometimes she would stop her work when she was telling the stories, so he would take a stack of her documents to help her out. In fact by the end of the week, he was doing more of her shredding than she was. The warehouse they were working in was not air conditioned. It smelled dusty, like old cardboard, but at least there was a constant breeze from the giant fans on the ceiling. After the first few days of this they started to dress down a bit. First without their coats, then down to cooler clothes. Valerie noticed after a few days and chided them. Even thought they were working in a warehouse they needed to learn to dress properly. The only concession that she made for them is that they could go without their coats when they were in the warehouse. She even offered, what she thought was very kindly, to let them hang them in the closet in her office. They did, and then rolled up their long sleeves and went back to shredding in that sweltering, filthy place. *** Tiffany was beginning to really enjoy herself here. It took her no time at all to get Mark to start doing her work for her. She just left herself enough to look busy for when Valerie came to check on them. Drinks and snacks were free in the office break room, and she offered to go get them every hour or so. It let her spend more time in the air conditioning and she was using it to flirt with a couple of the old men in the company. People that if she took a little extra time in their office as she passed by, no one would take notice of, but she had gone to great lengths to make sure they invited her in every time. First off there was Mr. Kilkenny. He was this older guy that had red hair and was a class A nerd. But he would get an ear to ear grin on his face when he would see her pass his office in the hall. He must have been 65 and she was only 19, but that didn't seem to bother him at all. He liked to show her stuff on his computer, always work related. But when she would bend over his desk to look at the screen, he would take the opportunity to look down her shirt. He thought he was pretty sly about it, but she knew what he was doing. After the first couple of times, she wore a loose top and a loose bra. Right before she went to his office she stopped in the bathroom and pinched her nipples so they would be nice and hard. As she leaned over his desk to see the study guides he had pulled for her, she knew her top flapped open and he could see her tits. Sweat broke out on his brow and his face flushed. Honestly she was worried would keel over and die of a heart attack on her. Wouldn't that be something? The other guy that she was stringing along was Mr. Forest. He was younger, but not by much. Whereas Mr. Kilkenny was a nice older man she was teasing, Mr. Forrest was a bit more of a challenge. Something about him made her feel that he was a little bit dangerous, that all of this wasn't just a little harmless flirting for him. Like he may actually try something with her. Part of what turned her on about her game with him is that she felt a little bit at danger around her. The first time in his office when he was looking over every square inch of her body and undressing her in his mind she started rubbing her neck and made a comment about how stiff it was. Right on cue he got up and rubbed it for her. Of course, standing over her like that he could see right down her shirt, and she knew it. After he had been rubbing for a while she leaned back a bit and could feel his erection on the center of her back. That was really hot. After the first few times he massaged her shoulders he got a little bit more daring. He started running his hands under her shirt, but just around her neck. Then he kind of stalled out, like he didn't know what the next step should be or if he should take it. If he didn't advance the game in the next few rounds, she was either going to lose interest or have to force him into something. It wasn't fun for her to have these guy's hands all over her unless she was fucking with him. Otherwise it's just gross. If she could wear a shorter skirt, maybe she could go without panties and bend over in front of him to show off her pussy or possibly sit on the corner of his desk and spread her legs a little too far. She didn't know... She wished there was someplace that she could let him walk in on her naked, and then after he got a good look, freak out and threaten to go to HR. She would have to think about how to pull that off. In the meantime her nightly masturbation sessions tended to revolve around him trying to force her into something and her threatening to go to HR if he didn't do something really humiliating for her. Maybe she could make him take pictures of himself in her panties or something. Of course even if he did more than just TRY to force her, that could be a little fun too. Her last project was Alyssa. Alyssa was a goody two shoes if she had ever seen one. No doubt. It was clear that she had always been the proper, popular girl and had probably lost her cherry to Jesus Christ himself, if she didn't still have it that is. Alyssa would be the perfect girl to take home for a sleep over with too much wine and maybe a little pot and see where things went. Right now though, they were just beginning their "Best Friends Forever" routine. This was the boring part, but as she knew, it was the first steps to something more fun. The funny thing is that what turned this all into the biggest, raunchiest game of her life was started by the cheerleader... *** It was Thursday in the warehouse and they had been at it for weeks. A loose type of camaraderie had started to develop with them. More and more the subject of sex came up. Mainly this was due to all of the stories that Tiffany had been telling to them. All of them had finally started to talk about their sexual past. Mark told a lot of true stories and made a few up to keep topping Tiffany. She had quite the past, if half the things she told them were accurate. Alyssa was a little more sedate. Most of her stories belonged in the Gone Mild instead of Gone Wild category. Hers were particularly devoid of detail. One hot and sweaty afternoon Alyssa opened her mouth and came up with the idea. "Let's go out for drinks tonight." She made it a question, but shouldn't have needed to. With as tired and disillusioned as they were, drinks were just the thing. "Ah, I'm not 21 yet," said Tiffany tentatively. "No problem," said Alyssa. "There is a pool hall by my house that never cards. It will be great!" "Okay", the rest of them said in unison. Interestingly enough both of them had the same thought, whether or not they would get laid that night. "Okay, but let's all go home and clean up first and change. I don't want to go out if I can't change first. We're too nasty working in here." "Yeah, good idea." They all agreed. *** Mark walked into Uncle O's Billiard Palace around 9:30 as they had planned. Well, actually they were supposed to be there for 9:00, but he liked to make an entrance. Billiard hut would have been a much more apropos term. It was small and dark and had one pool table in the corner that the girls were already at. When he walked in, Alyssa waved enthusiastically at him and none of the drunks at the bar bothered to look up. He stopped at the bar, ordered two rounds of tequila shots and a drink for himself, and walked over to the table. When he walked up, he saw why no one at the bar bothered to look up. Tiffany was bent over the table shooting and she was wearing a loose tank top without a bra. Her tits were basically falling out of her clothes. When she stood back up her breasts settled back to their normal position and the outline of her nipples were clearly visible against the grey fabric. The Interns: Truth or Dare He gaped for a moment, got half an erection and then was distracted by Alyssa walking up to him and kissing him on the cheek. He hadn't expected it and recovered just in time to put his arm around her shoulders and pull her in for a hug. He pressed her body against his in a most enticing way. "Shots", he said with vigor. "Fuck yeah," Tiffany said, and Alyssa made a noise of protest. "Fuck you, you're doing a shot." They all took one of the little glasses, threw it back after raising it, and made varying sour faces at the taste of the liquor. It was good tequila, but still tequila. "One more," Mark said and started passing out the little glasses again. Everyone took one. "Hey," Tiffany said, "Have you ever done a body shot before?" "Whats that", Mark asked. "Here, I'll show you." She ran to the bar and got a salt shaker and a few cut limes from the bartender. She came back to the pool table and rubbed the lime on her neck, sprinkled the salt and then put the little glass between her breasts. "Here's what you do," she explained. "Without using your hands, you take the shot, let the glass drop, lick the salt and then take the lime." "Okay, he said", excitedly. "Where's the lime going to be?" With a wink to Tiffany she put the lime between her teeth. Mark followed directions to the T. With his hands behind his back he leaned into her chest, took the shot, threw it back, let it drop. He was a little unsure about the second part, but he ran his tongue over the salty patch, she smelled of that wonderful perfume again. When he leaned in to get the lime with his teeth, she opened her mouth and pushed the piece into his with her tongue. She licked her lips and said "Yummy." Every eye in the place was on them and both Mark and Alyssa were breathing a little heavy. Without letting anyone recover from the first show, Tiffany turned to Alyssa and said "Your turn" and started reapplying the salt and lime. "What, no... I couldn't" she exclaimed. "Nonsense, you're doing it." She put the little glass back between her tits and got in place to let Alyssa do it this time. Alyssa was predictably nervous. She was just going to do this to go along and then that was going to be it. She stepped up to the shorter woman and clasped her hands behind her back. She leaned in and took the glass in her teeth and threw her head back. She then bent in to lick the salt, and was just going to touch her tongue to Tiffany's neck, but was overcome with the smell of her. She smelled like expensive perfume and home cooked meals and good healthy girl sweat. She lingered a moment longer than necessary and when bent in for the lime, Tiffany made it a kiss. When it was over, she was breathing hard and flushed from the neck of her summer dress all the way up to her cheeks. ...and she felt a stirring that she was not expecting. "My turn," Tiffany said matter of factly. "Wait, what do you mean", Alyssa asked with a bit of lust and a little distress in her voice. "It's my turn. You got to do me, now I get to do you," she said, intentionally making it sound dirtier than it was. "Oh, Okay," she said, taking a piece of lime and the salt shaker and setting up for the shot. Mark stepped up with the glass and set it between her high and proud breasts. She really was very beautiful. Tiffany set put her hands on Alyssa's hips. Bent down for the tequila shot, threw it back with a bit of a flourish, licked from the center of her cleavage to her ear, far more than she needed to for the salt and then pulled her in for the lime. Instead of going for the lime, she opened her mouth and forced her tongue in between Alyssa's lips. Alyssa was so caught off guard that she kissed back for a moment and then pulled away. "Yeah," Mark cheered loudly enough to get the attention of everyone else in the room, as if they weren't already watching. "Pool" tiffany said nonchalantly as if nothing of any interest had actually happened. Alyssa had to turn her back to the group and rubbed her hand over where Tiffany had licked her. She was breathing too hard and feeling very self-conscious. After she had composed herself, she turned back around to the table. Tiffany was leaning down for a shot again, her tits all but completely on display for anyone in the bar to see. Her gaze lingered for a while. She ended up winning the game but said little. She wasn't uncomfortable but wrestling with some strange feelings she was having. After that game, Tiffany offered to buy the next round. Mark was expecting her to come back with shots, but she didn't. She chose large glasses of red wine. Mark wasn't a wine drinker, but was a bit surprised to see Alyssa take a big gulp of hers almost right away. "I've got an idea," Tiffany said brightly. "Who wants to play truth or dare?" Mark was starting to really like Tiffany's ideas. "Oh, I don't think so." Alyssa said. "No, no. Seriously. We can play nine ball. We all take turns shooting and if we miss, we have to do the truth or dare thing. If not then we get a pass. You're really good, so you don't have to worry. You won every game since we've been here, haven't you?" "Yeah," she said still hesitating. "Fuck, I'm in" Mark said. "Please" said Tiffany. "Come on," Mark encouraged. "Fine, whatever" she said a little too huffy. "Okay, I'll go first. Here's how it will work. Before your shot you have to call truth or dare. You call your shot and then if you make it, you get a pass. If you don't, you have to do what you called. Mark, you break, that won't count, then I will take first shot after break." Mark bent over the pool table like he knew what he was doing and made an ear splitting break. Balls caromed all over the table, but none fell. "Okay, one ball in the corner pocket." Tiffany said. "And truth." She bet over for the shot, but was facing away from the group at the bar. Mark had to settle himself on looking at her ass in her short shorts. She made a jerking motion when she shot and scratched the cue ball. "Okay, let me have it." Mark and Alyssa looked at each other and tried to find out who wanted to ask the question. Finally Mark spoke up and said "I don't know, has anyone we work with ever seen your tits?" "Yes," she said. "And he's really old too." "Oh my God, who?"Alyssa blurted out. "Ah, ah, ah." Tiffany chided. You will have to wait for next time. I already answered your question. "Mark, your turn." He fished the cue ball out of the pocket it landed in and placed it for an easy shot on the one in the corner pocket. He called it and said "Truth." He made the shot easily and stood just in time to see a look of annoyance pass over Tiffany's eyes. He passed the cue to Alyssa and she looked at the table "Turth," she said and called her shot on the two ball. She was obviously nervous and missed. When she did she stood up to take her medicine and another sip of wine while she was at it. "You or me," Mark asked Tiffany. She gave him a little warning glance and said "Me, I think." She turned to Alyssa and said "Tell mark what you told me about him the other day." Alyssa immediately turned bright pink. This was NOT what she signed up for. "I can't" she said. More embarrassed than she thought she could be. "You have to," Alyssa said. "Come on, I told you I thought he was hot and you said..." Alyssa cast her eyes down and shook her head. "You tell him or I will," she said. Knowing that Tiffany would she said "I said he was not too." Mark grinned from ear to ear. "No its not. The name of the game is truth or dare, not half truth or dare. Say it all." With that, Alyssa was really and truly beat. She looked up at mark, looked him right in the eyes in fact, and said "I told her you weren't very smart. You were kind of arrogant, but I bet you would be a great fuck." It was dead silent around their little pool table for a bit and then in an offhand voice Mark said "Yeah, I'm okay with that." Everyone laughed heartily with the release of tension and even though she was relieved at the reaction Alyssa was completely embarrassed and had to wipe a tiny tear out of her eye. This is EACTLY the kind of thing that turned Tiffany on to no end. She was already starting to feel herself getting wet. The goal was not to spook Alyssa and make her back out of the game and leave. "My turn," she said. "Two ball, Side pocket. Dare." She bent over the table again and this time she was back in position for everyone to see down her shirt. She leaned down a little harder than last time, and half of her nipple came out. She of course knew she had everyone's attention, but didn't adjust herself until she stood up. Her shot missed, of course because that's what she always wanted it to do. "Okay, lay it on me." "Go to the bathroom and take off your panties, then give them to me" Mark said. Alyssa's jaw fell open, but Tiffany's smile drew across her face. "Can't, she said evenly. "Tiffany, that's not fair," Alyssa exclaimed. "You made me follow through on mine." "I can't," she said, "Because I'm not wearing any." "Bullshit," Mark called out. Tiffany sauntered up to him where she was really close and whispered "Then check." "What," Mark chucked. "You aren't serious." "No one calls me a cheat. Check." She smiled up at him with her best angelic smile. Discreetly, so the rest of the bar couldn't see he placed his hand on the inside of her thigh, just the finger tips, and ran his hand up. Her shorts were almost immodestly short, but loose in the leg and his hand slipped in easily. His fingers found her pussy lips and they were fever hot and wet when he touched them. She let him rub for just a second and then stepped back. He was dumbfounded. "See," she asked. Now she walked up to Alyssa in the same way and told her "You can check too." "Ah, no," she stammered. She felt like she was blushing from her head to her feet. "Are you sure? With as tiny as your fingers are they may just slip right in without you even meaning to." "Holy fuck," Mark said in his go to reaction to most things. After a moment of tension Tiffany stepped back and said "Okay, so what's my dare?" "You just let Mark, you know.." Alyssa trailed off. "No, that was to prove why I couldn't fulfill the dare. That wasn't the dare itself. What's my dare?" She smiled at them again, feeling their discomfort grow. "Talk amongst yourselves." By this point the booze was starting to get to them all. Alyssa and Tiffany had downed their glasses of wine and Mark poured his in Alyssa's cup. She had most of that too. They were all pretty tipsy. While Mark and Alyssa talked, Tiffany went for another round. "This is getting out of hand," Alyssa said. "No, its not. It's just all in good fun. We can stop any time, but let's just have a little more fun first. It will give us something to laugh about tomorrow. " "I don't know..." "Look, if you want to be the uptight cheerleader teacher's pet for the rest of your life, that's fine. But don't you want one good story?" He saw the anger flash behind her eyes. He had definitely struck a nerve. He saw her steel herself and he saw her decide to ride this train as far as it would go. Tiffany came back with shots again and she looked at her and said "You have to blow Mark for one minute!" "Okay," Tiffany said, kneeling right there in the bar. "No, wait. We can't continue this here. My apartment is two blocks away. Let's go." Tiffany stood back up and went and handed the tray of shots to them. They each took one and then Alyssa turned around to go get her purse and phone. "What did you say to her?" Tiffany asked impressed. "I took a shot. She's self-conscious about being a nerd, hot as she is. I insulted her pride." "Maybe you're not as dumb as we all think you are stud." *** They entered the small apartment that Alyssa lived in by herself. It was a small efficiency, the living room, bedroom and kitchen were all in the same room with the bathroom the only separate space with a door. "I'll get some drinks," she said a little too chipper. "Okay. " Mark said. His arousal was evident in his tented pants. Tiffany set her purse down on the bed and Mark found a seat. Alyssa came back with beers and handed them around. Everyone was grateful for the distraction from how awkward everyone was feeling. "Okay, I think I have a dare to complete." "You really don't have to," Alysa said. "We could just hang out if you want to." "No, I made a bet and I'm going to keep it. Mark, sit over there." She pointed to the sofa and he immediately complied. "Alyssa you sit there." She pointed right next to where mark was sitting. With no more preamble she dropped to her knees and crawled over to where Mark was sitting. She let her ass sway back and forth while she did. It was very seductive. She got to mark and dipped her head into his lap and then rubbed his crotch on her hair like a cat nuzzling for attention. She began to work the zipper of his jeans, and as soon as she had pulled his boxer briefs aside, his erection sprang to life. It was large, but not huge. She had certainly had a lot larger. It was wet and sticky with his precum and she opened her mouth wide and licked from the base of his rock hard cock to the bottom of the tip. She felt his whole body go rigid with the pleasure of it and then he started to relax again while she ran her tongue in circles around his head. "Oh my god," he said and gripped the cloth of the old sofa with all his strength. She took the whole thing into her mouth now and let him slowly go down the back of her throat, and then worked him more and more, but kept it slow the whole time. She did not want him to come in her mouth, not yet anyway. When she felt him start moving his pelvis in time with her ministrations she knew he was getting close, and then backed away. "What the fuck...' he asked indignantly. "The dare was only for a minute. That was a lot more than a minute. If you want more you will either have to do it yourself or wait for the next round." Confused and disappointed he looked at Alyssa for help, but her eyes were clouded over in a distant combination of arousal and alcohol. She was still staring at his cock. "Your turn. Truth or dare," Tiffany said to Mark. "Dare," Mark said without hesitation. "Take off Alyssa's panties without using your hands" Both of them expected for her to object, but she didn't. She stood up in front of him and he got on his knees in front of her. "Wait," Tiffany said. She reached down to the hem of Alyssa's blue dress and lifted it over her head. She was wearing a black bra and matching underwear. Sexy, but not adventurous. "That will make it easier." Mark clasped his hands behind his back and bit the top of her panties. At first he thought it was going to be easy, but as he pulled down, they snagged. So he had to go to first the left side and then the right. He got them down to about her mid-thigh this way and then had to go back to the center. He had an unobstructed view of her pussy and the little patch of hair called a landing strip she had there. She was wet and nicely swollen and when he pulled the panties slipped down easily, but not before he rubbed the top of her slit with his nose. She gasped, surprised herself and then blushed. "Your turn," Tiffany said. They both looked at Alyssa. "Um, dare," she said. "Go down on Alyssa", Mark said. "No, I've never done that before, not with a... girl." Tiffany stood from where she was standing and unfastened her shorts. She let them drop and for the first time that night they both got a look at her shaved, dripping pussy. She was so turned on she knew she was going to come virtually the second Alyssa touched her. She looked at her surroundings and settled on the bed. She pulled her top over her head, letting her enormous breasts out and laid back. "You have to do it," She said. "You chose dare." Unsure of herself, and worried about what to do, she approached the bed with the naked woman on it. She had to force herself to remember that this girl was only nineteen. She was attractive though. Far more attractive than Aylssa herself, she thought. Men liked women with a little more curve to them and she never really had that, at least not in this abundance. And she couldn't deny the effect this was having on her. She really couldn't. She was hornier than she could ever remember being in her life, and there was really only one place for this game to end tonight. She knew that when she agreed to let them come back to her place. She leaned over the bed and the other girl and pressed her face between her legs. First she kissed her on one thigh, and then the other and then with all the courage she could muster she licked from the base of her slit all the way to the top. Tiffany moaned and gasped in true pleasure. She wrapped her legs around the other woman's head and pulled her in tighter. Alyssa began tonguing her in earnest now and she couldn't help the convulsions she was beginning to have. The first, small orgasm came on her and she gasped again. When she opened her eyes she saw mark standing a foot from the bed, watching them and stroking his dick. She waved at him to get his attention and then pointed at Alyssa's naked ass in the air. Slow though he was, he knew what she was saying and began to position himself. Just before he touched her Tiffany said to Alyssa "Use your fingers" Alyssa slipped two fingers into her vagina easily with how wet she was. At the same time Mark grabbed her and forced his dick into her. It was neither subtle nor gentle, but she was also wildly turned on and didn't object. He pumped into her as he watched her eat out Tiffany and tiffany pinched her own nipples. Mark reached out and unhooked Alyssa's bra. Since it didn't have straps to go better with her dress, it simply fell away to the floor. Tiffany reached up to fondle her tits and Mark redoubled his efforts. It was only a second more before he felt himself getting ready to cum. His rhythm slowed a bit and Tiffany saw the look in his eyes. "Come inside her" she said. He did just that, and with a mighty grunt pulled her hips back into him and started coming. Spasm after spasm shot his semen inside of her. He pulled away and his knees felt a little weak and he was a bit dizzy. Just then Tiffany was overcome by her own orgasm. She clamped her knees around Alyssa's head and forced her pelvis harder into Alyssa's face. She was a squiter. Not the kind that gushes, but the kind that just has a slow dribble of milky liquid that dribbles out of her. When they finally parted, Alyssa's makeup was smeared and her face was covered in her juices. Tiffany pulled Alyssa onto the bed and rolled her onto her back. "Now you," she said. She crawled off the bed and into the exact same position over Alyssa that Tiffany had been over her minutes ago. She lowered her face to her pussy and began licking it clean of Alyssa and Mark's combined fluids. In seconds, Alyssa was reaching her own orgasm while Tiffany pressed her tongue as far into her as possible to get every drop of Mark's come. By the time they were finished everyone was out of breath and flushed and sweaty in the unairconditioned apartment. They laid or sat where they were in a jumble of naked flesh catching their breath and trying to figure out what to do next. "Whoa," mark said. "Yeah," replied Alyssa. "I didn't expect that. " Just then Tiffany looked at Mark and saw that his erection was coming back. "My turn," she said, ready for round two. *** That night Mark and Tiffany stayed at Alyssa's apartment. They all had sex again and drank several more beers and everyone but Alyssa was passed out in her little full size bed, naked and squeezed together so no one fell off. The Interns: Truth or Dare Alyssa herself was in the middle and stared at the wall, with her arms around Tiffany and Mark's flaccid penis pressed against her ass. It was always too easy, she thought. The good girl routine always worked. She knew they thought they were playing her with their stories and their games, but in reality she was all too eager for things to get to this point. If this was what she could get them to do after only one night, she wondered what she could get them to do at work tomorrow? No doubt, their game would have to continue.