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  Truth or Dare

  Book 3

  By Amanda Martinez

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  Truth or Dare Book 1

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  Chapter 1

  Max Granite stood silently in the elevator car, building his anger brick by brick. As the elevator moved higher and higher, Max’s face became redder. He had known that his four associates would take part in Kennedy Jenkins’s office celebration, but now Max needed to set them back on the straight and narrow. They had a job to do and very little time to get it done, thanks to those other two who had shirked their responsibilities, defiled his office, and then quit in the middle of the night. Max could not let that happen again, and knew that he would need to make his new associates fear disappointing him. That meant bringing all of his ferociousness out to play, and no one could do it like Max Granite.

  He prized his reputation as a tough as nails hard ass above everything else. Max had started cultivating his persona during college, bullying other students during discussions and debates. He had decided back then that the best offense in the court room was to have the other attorney fear him, to make that other person start sweating at the mere mention of the name Max Granite. Very rarely did it not work perfectly. Max had an impressive record of wins in the courtroom and forced settlements outside it. It was one of the reasons Jacob Unruh and Jenkins had asked him to partner with them. They may not like his tirades or his antagonistic visage, but they did like the results he got. Max did not care that Unruh and Jenkins never invited him to their weekly dinners or included him in their discussions. He knew that Unruh paid new associates a hundred dollars for each utterance of the word ’fuck’ during his first rant aimed at him or her. True, it was an attempt to downplay his persona and his seriousness, but since they never tried to stop him from lashing out, Max saw it as a vote of confidence in his favor.

  By the time the elevator reached the law firm’s floor, Max had his anger firmly in place, ready to be wielded like a Scottish claymore. He stomped out of the elevator car and unlocked the doors to the offices. Max stopped and looked around once he got inside. He had expected to see champagne bottles and little plastic cups everywhere. Instead, Max walked into a mostly dark office. It was also dead silent, as if there was no one inside. That was almost worse than a party taking place.

  “If those little fuckers have already gone home, I’ll murder them!” Max growled. Then two voices cut through the silence. They weren’t whispering, only talking to each other. Max turned his head in the sound’s direction, and realized it was coming from the Associates Pen. “Of course, they retreated to their little clubhouse to get drunk and screw around on company time,” Max muttered. The fact that it was past midnight and not really company time had no chance of even denting Max’s wall of anger. He loudly marched towards the Pen, timing his explosion of anger to go off as soon as he crossed the threshold. Then he heard the voices again, and they made him stop.

  “Tell me what you think about this file,” Lucy said, her voice carrying through the wall, “’Miguel Aguilar is a hard worker with a long history of coming in early and staying late without charging the company for extra time. At lunch each day, he eats a variety of spicy foods. He washes it down with copious amounts of water from the water cooler. That results in more frequent refills of the cooler. Upon next review, he should be placed on probation and fast tracked to firing.’ Is that a step beyond?”

  Dave answered her, “I would say yes, to be cautious. We don’t want anything tripping or surprising us.”

  Max still had his anger, but now he had no reason to explode. He decided to walk into the Pen anyway, just to scare them. As he cleared the doorway, Lucy was the first to see him.

  “Mr. Granite? What are you doing here so late?”

  Max saw the other three stand up in their cubicles at the mention of his name. He sneered at the small woman, “I am a partner at this law firm, and I can be here anytime. Right now, I am checking in on you four, making sure you are hard at work. I hope Jenkins’ little celebration did not distract you too much.”

  Melanie said, “We had a little champagne and cake, but then came back here to work.”

  Max looked around the room and noticed two bottles of bubbly sitting on a table, “A little or a lot?”

  James said, ‘Two bottles split four ways on a Friday night? I’d say that is a little.”

  The others nodded, and Max decided it wasn’t worth yelling about. He looked at the stack of folders that were still unfinished, “Just don’t make a habit of it. You four have a lot of work to do, so I’ll let you get back at it.” As Max walked out of the Pen, the associates told him good night. After a few seconds, James tiptoed to the door way and watched Max make his way back to the main door of the office. He didn’t stop watching until Max got into the elevator and the doors closed.

  “Fuck, that was close,” James said as he leaned against the wall.

  Lucy stood next to James with a sneaky smile on her face, “Closer than you think!” She then put her hand in James open zipper and gave his dick a squeeze.

  “Dammit! My zipper was down the entire time?” James said as his face turned red from a mixture of embarrassment and excitement at Lucy’s touch.

  “So what do we do now?” Melanie said as she watched Lucy’s hand move inside James’s pants. They were obviously still turned on by the competition that Granite had unwittingly interrupted. Melanie turned to the printer on the other side of the door from Lucy and James, half expecting it to come to life with new instructions. That is how the game had started earlier that evening. They had been working on the Steuben case, somewhat drunkenly, when a piece of paper shot out of the printer, giving them instructions for a sexy competition. Things got heated fairly quickly, leaving Melanie, Lucy, and James naked right before Granite arrived at the office.

  Truthfully, it had started the week before, when the four associates had spent way too many hours on the Steuben case. To spur everyone to work hard and get their energy going, Melanie had started the first Dare competition. It helped them finish the project right on time, and it also brought the four closer together, much closer. The next day they found out that someone had witnessed their dare game. The person left notes on each of their desks, saying he/she wanted to play with them during their next game. The fear of being exposed kept the associates in line during the week, but on Friday, after the celebration, Lucy had just mentioned a dare game, and the printer came to life.

  Lucy took her hand out of James’s pants and licked a little fluid off her finger, “Well, it is after midnight, and we haven’t heard anything from the printer,” she stopped and waited for another sheet of paper to appear. When nothing happened, Lucy continu
ed, “So I say we each finish ten more folders and then call it a night.”

  Melanie nodded, “I agree. We can all meet here at 10 in the morning and start again. If we push ourselves, we should be able to finish the rest of the folders and get an actual day off on Sunday.”

  Dave stood up and stretched, “I like the sound of that.” He picked up ten folders and set to work. The others followed his lead and by the time 1am hit, they were all ready to leave. The elevator ride down to the ground floor was mostly quiet, with only a few yawns interrupting the silence. As they walked out of the building, Dave reached out to Melanie.

  “Hey, do you want me to walk you to the L station?” Dave asked with a shy smile.

  Melanie returned his smile, “Why? I can handle it. Thanks.”

  Dave’s face went blank and he turned around quickly, “Okay, see you tomorrow.” He almost ran off in the opposite direction. Melanie could not understand what had happened at first, but then it dawned on her. She should have realized he was trying to be nice and spend a little time with her away from the others. Melanie walked to the train station, and thought to herself, was he developing feelings for her? Did she have feelings for him? Melanie admitted to herself that she enjoyed his company, including when he had fucked her on the conference table. The question was, how far did she want to let this go?

  “That’s a question for a Melanie who is a little less tired,” Melanie muttered to herself. She climbed the stairs to the station and stood in the light while she waited for the train. Besides Dave’s odd behavior, Melanie had a few other things on her mind. The biggest question? Who was behind the printer notes and how was that person watching them so closely. Melanie resolved to get to the office a little early and do a little investigating for hidden cameras and microphones. She also wanted to see if there was a way to check the printer’s log to determine who was printing. That would definitely narrow down the number of suspects.

  As she sat in the train car, she went through a list in her head of everyone who worked at the firm, trying to decide on likely candidates. She crossed Granite off the list almost automatically, along with his secretary, Judith. Neither made sense. Kennedy Jenkins also fell in the rejected category. He was a nice guy who liked to work hard and play hard, but he didn’t strike Melanie as the sex game type. The same was not true when it came to Jacob Unruh. She had not seen much of him during the last week, but from her first interview with him, Melanie had gotten the impression that he would be a fun and games kind of person. Junior partner Frank Teller was also a possibility, since he had mentioned playing a similar game when he was an associate.

  “One way or the other, I’m getting answers this week,” Melanie said as she unlocked her apartment door. She peered inside, half-expecting another vision of Shirley and Ted screwing on her couch. To her surprise, the living room area was empty, but she still decided not to spend any time there. Melanie went to the bathroom, and then made a beeline to her bedroom. Within minutes, she was snuggled under her covers, eyes closed, and breathing softly.

  Melanie had never been a vivid dreamer. Most of the time, her subconscious only worked in black and white, and centered its messages on anxiety about being late to class or work. That changed as Melanie drifted into a deep sleep early Saturday morning. She found herself sitting at the head of the conference table in the offices of Jenkins, Unruh, and Granite. Melanie could smell a mixture of sex and wood polish coming from the table. At the foot of the table the three partners stood, all of them naked, with their hands clasped in front of their genitals. While Melanie had obviously never seen any of the men naked before, her mind had complimented them each with physiques that would make Olympic athletes jealous. Jacob and Kennedy both had smooth, hairless torsos that showed they spent several hours each week on chest and stomach exercises. Their arms were built with long, ropey muscles that were laced with bulging veins. Both men had smirks on their face, making Melanie feel both attracted and annoyed at the same time.

  Max Granite was a stark contrast to the other men. While he also had an impressive physique, Melanie’s mind had decided to give him a massive lion’s head tattoo on the right side of his chest. It was in full color, and done by a true artist. The rest of Granite’s chest and stomach was covered in thick, dark curly hair.

  In the dream, Melanie said, “You three put on an impressive argument. You have all obviously worked hard to get to this point in the negotiations, but I still need a little information before I accept your invitation.” She then lowered her eyes to below the waists of the three men. They noticed the shift in gaze, and each man moved his hands away from his crotch. At the same time, the perspective of the dream changed from the view looking down the conference table, to just behind the three men. Melanie noticed two things about herself. The first was that her eyes widened and her mouth opened as the men revealed themselves fully to her, as if their size and shape were astonishing. The second was Meagan herself was naked, her breasts proudly displayed with nipples fully erect. She watched as her dream self stood up, showing her completely shaved pussy to the three men. Dream Melanie stood before the three men, never taking her eyes off their groins.

  “I like when you three salute me like this,” Dream Melanie said and grabbed Kennedy and Jacob by the balls. She then looked straight into Dreaming Melanie’s eyes, “And they are saluting you, Melanie. Don’t think for a second that isn’t true. They all want you, and you can have them anytime you want. All you have to do is ask. Just say BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!”

  That’s when Melanie’s alarm went off, ruining her amazing dream. She stretched out and turned off the clock. She ran her fingers over her body, relishing the images still playing in her head. As her fingers explored her sex, she noticed with a smile that she was very wet. Melanie let her index finger linger, spreading the moisture around her clitoris. While Melanie lazily masturbated, part of her brain kept nudging her to get out of bed, get ready for work, just to get going.

  “Fine, you are such a pain in the ass!” Melanie muttered to herself and wrestled herself out of the bed. She shuffled into the shower and as the water covered her body, Melanie’s brain finally began working at full strength. By the time she grabbed a towel, Melanie was excited again about facing the day. She told herself she would figure out today who was sending them messages through the printer, she would finish the project, and she would straighten things out with Dave. If she succeeded with the last one, Melanie might even have a little company in her room that night. “Nothing wrong with that,” she said as she stepped out of her room.

  “Wrong with what?” Shirley asked from the kitchen.

  Melanie gave out a small squeal, because she wasn’t expecting to see Shirley. Then she saw that Shirley and her boyfriend Ted were, once again, naked, cooking bacon, “Aren‘t you two a little vulnerable to be cooking bacon?”

  “Ted got hungry and while he is shielding my body, I’m protecting his important parts,“ Shirley said. Melanie looked down, and noticed that Shirley was in fact cupping Ted’s cock and balls.

  Melanie said, “Ted, I got bad news for you. Shirley’s small hands can’t protect all of you.”

  Ted gave Melanie his sleepy smile, “You’re right, Mel. Can you help me out? I’m practically afraid for my life.”

  Melanie surprised herself by walking over to the couple and placing her left hand around the shaft of Ted’s dick. Her right hand went to Shirley’s ass, “I would love to protect both of you all evening, but I have to get to work. You guys enjoy yourself.” She then kissed Shirley’s lips and Ted’s cheek.

  As she walked towards the door, Shirley said, “What’s gotten into you, roomy?”

  Melanie turned back to the couple and noticed that Ted’s cock was almost fully erect, “A girl can only be teased so many times before she has to take a taste. Who knows, maybe when I come home this evening I’ll want more than just a small taste. It wouldn‘t be the first time we‘ve shared a man, remember?”

  Shirley’s shocked look
carried Melanie all the way to work. It was not often that Melanie could get that expression from Shirley. They had been roommates during their freshman year at Loyola. During the first weekend of the semester, Shirley had hooked up with a senior and brought him back to their dorm room where Melanie was already asleep. Shirley had told the boy that if he was quiet and didn’t wake up her roommate, they could fuck. Of course, Melanie had awoken as soon as the door opened. She decided to pretend to be asleep while Shirley got busy with the senior. Much to the young man’s chagrin, he did not last long, filling his rubber before Shirley had even gotten close to orgasm. Even though he was embarrassed, the senior decided to do everything he could to get Shirley off. Melanie could tell that Shirley was not impressed with the boy’s efforts. While he was going down on her, Shirley noticed Melanie was watching, and motioned for her to stay quiet. Then she started a series of grunts and groans, which to every porn-loving man sounded like a woman approaching climax. To Melanie, it sounded like a woman faking an orgasm. Melanie had to stifle a laugh when Shirley pretended to reach orgasm.

  “Was it good for you, Babe?” The Senior had asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

  Shirley kissed the boy’s cheek, “Oh yes! The best, but we have to stay quiet. Melanie stirred a couple of times there at the end. You need to go before she wakes, or she could get us both in trouble. I don’t know how she feels about boys in the room.”

  The senior looked at Melanie, who had already closed her eyes. He said, “You never know, she could be in to it.”

  Shirley laughed, “Don’t push your luck, Lover. You may make me jealous.” She kissed him again and pushed him to get his clothes back on. Five minutes later, he was out the door, and the two young women were laughing.

  “Was he really so bad that you had to fake it?” Melanie asked.