Lapdancing Girlfriend Ch. 05

"So what's this I hear about a game?" she asked, seeing all the guys smile, a sudden tingling running through her chest.

"It's something we put together over the years," the photographer's assistant said, as Jen realized the guys must have known each other for a while.

"Let me guess, it involves drinking, getting naked, and sex," she said bluntly, once again startled at her frankness, her lack of mental filter apparently gone from drinking so much as she blurted out her thoughts.

All the guys laughed, several of them saying, "Of course!" as she asked Tom to explain the game, wanting to get through with her promise to Velvet of them coming up here in order to get back to her own room as quickly as possible.

Steve returned from the other bedroom with what looked like a folded plastic sheet as Sean, Tom, and Carl moved the living room furniture from the middle of the room, clearing a large space in the middle of the room.

Steve then unfolded the sheet on the floor and Jen looked down at it in surprise.

"Twister?" she exclaimed. "You have got to be kidding me," she said to nobody in particular.

Carl laughed, answering, "Actually, we call it Truth and Dare Twister," he laughed as Jen saw Sean come out of the bedroom with a box, which he set on the wet bar and unpacked. Jen walked over to him and saw him pull out several shot glasses, a blindfold, some rope, and to her dismay, a tube of lubricating jelly, all of which he set on the small wet bar counter.

Behind her and once again drawing her attention, Tom explained to her and Velvet the rules of the game.

"The game is simple really. Just like regular Twister we spin for placement of our body parts on the colors," he said holding up a spinner. "Only we've modified the spinner a bit," he told them as he handed it to Jen while Velvet looked over her shoulder.

Jen saw the typical colors of Blue, Yellow, Green, and Red, but the spinner was divided into more sections than she remembered, having not only the usual left and right hands and feet, but to her surprise, additional blocks for Groin, Ass, and Face, as well as three separate pink sections labeled Truth/Dare.

"We spin and get in place," he continued. "If anybody runs out of a way to move to their position, or causes somebody else to fall, as well as refuses to answer a Truth or Dare, they forfeit the round and must take off an article of clothing," he grinned.

"Of course," Jen said, rolling her eyes. "I had a feeling stripping was involved," she said as Velvet nodded her head in agreement and the guys mocked them, stating they were both strippers anyways.

She wondered how she could stand there calmly, in a room with six guys and another woman, and not leave at the prospect of playing an adult game in which she could get naked. Then again, there was some truth to the men's jibes—she was a stripper, so was more accustomed to being naked around strangers than a lot of other people.

Suddenly a joke came into her mind as she thought, 'So two strippers and five porn stars walk into a room...'

Her attention was drawn back to Tom who told them, "If the spinner lands on Truth or Dare, the person is allowed to select which card pile they pull from," he said, holding up the cards Sean had taken out of the box with the other items. "In the past some people always took Truth, so we now limit things to two consecutive Truths before you have to take a Dare, regardless of the round. It keeps the game more interesting and also ends a lot quicker," he said with a laugh as the other guys joined with his amusement as he said, "Some of the Dares always get turned down and people forefeet the round," he finally chuckled.

Jen looked at Velvet saying somewhat mockingly, "Why did I listen to you?" as her assistant laughed.

Velvet nudged her, saying, "C'mon, it'll be fun to break the ice," she laughed. Turning to the group of guys standing around, she said with enthusiasm, "So how do we start?"

Jen could not believe she was about to play such a game with these people she had just met as the guys instructed Velvet to take off her shoes as they also took off their shoes and socks, explaining the mat sometimes got slippery.

The door suddenly knocked, startling Jen as she saw Steve answer it, returning with several bottles of liquor and an ice bucket, somebody apparently having called room service. Everybody watched as Steve poured drinks for each of them—Vodka for her, gin for Velvet, and scotch for the other guys.

As they took their drinks they rolled a die to see what order they would go in, coming up with the roster of Tom, Velvet, Steve, Sean, Christopher, Jen, Carl, and finally Jonathon. Jonathon told her and Velvet the order really did not matter in terms of strategy for the game, but more for them to know when it was their term.

"Sometimes people may be too preoccupied to recognize it is their turn," he laughed with a wink at her as she felt her hearth thrum in response.

The first round of spins was somewhat anti-climactic as everybody spun a normal color and body part except Steve and Jonathon who rolled Face-Red's each. Jen laughed with the rest of group as the two men laid face down on the mats next to each other. Meanwhile the rest of them stood around them in various positions on the mat depending on their spins. Carl and Velvet had both rolled Right Hand-Red, and everybody laughed as Carl positioned himself parallel to Velvet, his body spooning against hers while Christopher mockingly protested, "Hey, that's my girl!"

Jen admitted to herself that playing with the group was an ice-breaker as Velvet had said it would be, able to calm some of her body's response to what happened in the limo as she relaxed.

The second round of turns became more interesting as the guys obviously maneuvered their bodies closer to the girls.

It was not just the guys teasing, as even Velvet was not opposed to flirting with the guys as her turn came and she spun the dial and stated "Left Hand -- Blue." Placing her left hand on a blue circle, she raised her ass until she was bent over seductively, purposely placing her rear in front of Sean's face, who did not seem to mind one bit as the other guys joked about his unique point of view.

Then Steve rolled a Truth/Dare and everybody looked at him to see what he would pick.

The guys had refused to let Jen or Velvet pre-read the cards, saying some of the fun was the surprise of hearing the results as Sean had explained to them, "Even we don't know all the cards," telling them the guys routinely dropped cards randomly into the pile as the game passed between them. "Although each of us have written some of them, nobody knows the whole deck," he laughed, "as it is always changing."

As everybody looked at him, Steve grinned and said loudly, "Truth!"—placing his right hand on an orange circle.

The girls had been told when landing on a Truth/Dare section the player had the option of which body part could be placed on the other two colors, orange for Truths and purple for Dares.

Jen only had one foot on the mat so was elected to read the card as she grabbed one of the orange cards from the floor and read out loud, "Have you ever been in a situation with a sexual partner that led to premature ejaculation?" she laughed, "And if so, describe the experience."

She blushed herself at the intimacy of the question, dreading what the dares could be like as Steve answered the question, describing an experience with his first girlfriend in junior high school, how they had been making out in her father's car and he had ejaculated in his pants, having a wet spot the rest of the night.

"As if that were not embarrassing enough," he told them, "my girlfriend was so naïve she first thought I had pissed my pants and I had to explain what happened," he laughed with the rest of them.

As everybody hooted good-naturedly, the rest proceeded to take their turns. Sean had rolled a Right Foot-Green, so squeezed between Jen and Velvet, his crotch facing Jen and his ass above Velvet's head as he told them, "Now THIS is where it gets interesting," he laughed at them. "Ladies, feel free to sample the buffet before you," he joked to them.

Jen spun a Left Hand-Red, having to arch her body over Jonathon's prone form to reach an available circle. In her awkward position she realized she needed to start planning ahead with her moves, as the section of mat she was on was too crowded—her, Sean, Velvet, and Carl all grouped together making it difficult to find open circles, while Christopher and Tom each had one corner of the mats to themselves while Jonathon and Steve were in the middle.

Then Jonathon rolled a Truth/Dare and looked around the room. With a grin and said, "Ah hell, let's make it interesting. Dare!" he said as he slammed his right hand on a purple circle, still lying on the mat.

Jen was still closest to the cards with a hand free, so picked up a purple card, her face blushing as she read the card to herself. Everybody yelled at her to read it, so reluctantly said, "Slip an available body part beneath the clothes of a player of your choice within range of your position and feel them up until your next spin."

The guys all chuckled as Jonathon yelled, "How the fuck am I supposed to do that with my face and hand on the mat?" as everybody laughed at his predicament.

Finally, after a few moments he pulled himself up on his knees, bent over so his face and hand remained on the mat as his ass arched up. Pulling his leg up and over, he raised his foot over his back and amazingly slid his foot down the front of Velvet's dress!

"Hey, your toes are cold!" Velvet yelled out as everybody laughed and congratulated Jonathon, as the position of being bent backwards was obviously not a comfortable position, but had accomplished his dare.

Sticking his foot down Velvet's already tight dress caused the top to lower even further as the other guys openly admired Velvet's breasts practically hanging out before them.

Remarkable Jen felt a brief moment of jealously, inwardly wanting some of the attention her assistant was receiving when her train of thoughts were broken as Velvet squealed in surprise, everybody laughing as she explained how Jonathon was apparently wiggling his toes.

Again Jen became relaxed, enjoying herself as the humor of the game loosened up her tension.

As the game played and she looked at Jonathon contorted uncomfortably, she realized with her and Velvet being dancers, they could probably contort their bodies even more fully than the other guys.

When Jonathon's turn came around again he pulled his foot back as he reached over with his free hand to spin the dial. Suddenly everybody's attention was upon Velvet as she let out a squeak of surprise, the man's movement pulling the top of her dress down completely and baring her breasts as the guys hooted and hollered.

She quickly readjusted her top to the other guys' comments about her keeping it down. Steve asked how her nice tits felt to Jonathon, who admitted jokingly it was not as pleasant as it should have been to everybody's chuckles.

Velvet protested jokingly as she said, "Hey, at least you got to feel my bare tit tonight, Chris has yet to earn that honor," she laughed.

The others laughed as Christopher yelled out, "Only a matter of time, baby. Only a matter of time."

The fourth round became more interesting, as everybody was now twisted in various awkward positions. Jonathon and Christopher both ended up bent over completely with their asses sticking in the air, while Velvet and Jen spun the same results as earlier, not having to move, although due to their bent over positions they were still giving the guys behind them good views of their asses from beneath their dresses, while the guys in front of them got good looks at their cleavage, their breasts almost hanging out visibly before them.

Jen noticed the guys were very comfortable touching each other, used to most men purposely avoiding invading each other's personal space. She attributed their comfort in such proximity to each other on their job, remembering with embarrassment what they did for a living.

As if giving witness to her thoughts, Carl had to lay on the mat to get to his next position, his groin directly upon Tom's hand as he told him, "You can make things more interesting if you wiggle your fingers a bit more," as everybody laughed at their compromising poses.

Jen knew some of the men had undoubtedly had scenes with each other and another woman. Suddenly her imagination took off, thinking about men being near each other, naked and having sex with the same woman. Then the thought came to her as she realized she could very well be that woman depending on what Mr. DeWight told her to do!

Oddly, instead of getting upset at her forced porn start role, tonight she felt her body warm up, her earlier arousal coming back fully as if a switch had been flicked, hoping the others did not notice her flushed face and rapid breathing.

As the fifth round began everybody started making bets about who would fall first. Jen could not remember how long a game of Twister typically lasted, but after only four rounds three of them were in unusual and uncomfortable positions and both she and Sean were running out of circles to maneuver.

Steve again landed on a Truth/Dare section of the spinner, once again taking Truth as Jen again took the card to read. The other guys reminded Steve had a mandatory Dare next time as he laughed.

"The game will be over before that happens," he told them.

Jen read the card, again uncomfortable at the question, "Of all the players, who do you think has had the most sex partners," she stated, looking at Steve as the other guys laughed.

"Like that's a hard question," Sean said laughing.

Steve agreed, "Yeah, everybody knows Jonathon's the biggest slut here, he's been in the business longer than all of us," he said.

Jen looked at Jonathon as he smiled, saying, "Guilty as charged," to the laugher of everybody.

And then it happened. Sean rolled Face-Green, running out of a circle to maneuver to and finally having to forfeit, there being no green spaces anywhere on the board near enough for him to contort to.

"End of Round One!" Christopher said, "Now everybody has to chug a drink while our loser gets to relieve himself of an article of clothing," he laughed.

The girls cheered Sean on as he looked at them, grinning while slowly lifting his shirt up and exposing his muscular abdomen and pectorals, to both Jen and Velvet's delight.

Carl handed out the drinks to everybody saying, "Here we go, girls, the DSA special," he said.

Sean looked at him stating, "You didn't put any of that shit in there, did you?" he asked as Jen and Velvet looked at the guys and the drinks Carl was handing out.

Velvet asked what the hell they were talking about as Carl told them it was the energy/electrolyte powder DSA gave out at the clubs and photo-sets. "Mr. DeWight had Dr. Fairchild concoct the stuff himself," he explained to them. "We've all had it before—it does give you quite a boost," he said, "especially after a heavy night of drinking. We found if you mix it with a drink it's like Red Bull, you get the feeling of being drunk but still clear-headed, although sometimes the shit tastes fowl," he laughed.

"Whatever," Sean said as he downed his drink, grimacing obviously at the taste as the other guys followed.

Jen's mind suddenly panicked as she realized what they were talking about. Mr. DeWight had told John, the bartender at the Satin Kitty to give to the girls the same stuff, which had turned out to be some form of Ecstasy leading to her be manipulated into not only fucking Mr. DeWight, but sucking off Tim at the club.

"Uh, I don't usually take shit like that," she said, planning on setting her drink down, but everybody to her surprise—including Velvet—protested.

"Aw c'mon Diamond, might as well take the shit and get used to it--you'll end up using it sometime on a set, particularly if your ass is dragging," Tom laughed.

"Are you alright?" Velvet asked, looking at Jen's drink and her own and seeing Jen's face.

Jen's mind was in a quandary. How could she tell them what the powder really was? She could not confess to them how Mr. DeWight was a drug dealer, that he was wanted by the FBI for not only that but also murder and a ton of other things. And explaining how she had that knowledge would jeopardize everything the FBI had been working for.

Suddenly she felt the tattoo on her back ribs zap her, a three-second long bursts coursing through her. She was not certain what message the agents on the other end of the tattoo were trying to relay, but the long bursts typically were for 'Yes' as she wondered if they were telling her to willingly drink the drugged cocktail.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she told Velvet, "I don't like mixing drinks with anything," she confessed.

As the tattoo again sent another long vibration on her back she finally understood what the FBI agents—Nick or whomever was on duty tonight—were telling her, that they expected her to willingly drug herself!

Velvet looked at her and smiled, "It's alright, Mr. DeWight has been putting this shit in the clubs lately as well," her assistant told her. "Whatever energy booster shit it is Dr. Fairchild approved it, and most of the girls at the clubs swear by it—even I've had it a few times," the girl told her. "It does perked the crap out of me when I'm not feeling like dancing, so it's safe," the girl told her innocently.

At the mention of the doctor's name, Jen recalled her 'examination,' not exactly calmed with his endorsement of the drug.

Thinking about the other day caused her body to again flush with desire, again wondering how she could become so aroused thinking about what happened.

Her mind flashed back to the first time she had the 'energy' powder at the Satin Kitty, becoming so aroused she had ended up not only fucking Mr. DeWight, but signing the contract and placing her in the very position she was now in!

"Go ahead, it's alright," Carl laughed at her caution. "It's not like it is some poison or shit, and we have the next round to play," he said.

The tattoo again went off beneath her skin. Was the FBI actually telling her to take an illegal drug?

Although there probably was only a small amount in her drink, she did not want any of it in her body, knowing how it had affected her previously, causing her to do things she normally would not have done. Not only had the drug removed any self-restraint, but she also recalled the mind-blowing orgasms she had not even told Dan about.

Her mind in turmoil, she felt her body's pulse sped up yet again, her breath getting shallow as her mind flashed through all the predicaments she had gotten into sexually due to the drug.

And still her tattoo vibrated incessantly beneath her skin, the staccato rhythm leaving no doubt to the FBI agents' thoughts on taking the drug.

Finally she muttered, "Fuck it," and downed her drink to Velvet's and the guys' obvious approval.

Immediately she tasted the bitter aftertaste on her tongue, realizing the drink had the same taste as the ones in the club. Suddenly Jen comprehended the drinks at the club had also been spiked—now understanding why she had been so loose in the limo, as well as on the dance floor!

"I need to go," she said to nobody in particular, wondering how much of the drug she already had in her system—knowing it was obviously enough to affect her, the feeling of arousal already coursing through her body.

"Oh no you don't," Velvet said with a laugh. "You are not leaving me in the room alone with these guys," she said good-naturedly.

Jen did not know what to do as everybody looked at her. Her tattoo suddenly gave a series of short vibrations on her back ribs, the message of 'No' obviously telling her to not leave. She was not sure if they were gleaning any information from the men's discussion, but she did not want to ruin everything they FBI was working for, particularly if word of her indecision reached Mr. DeWight.