Truth or Dare (Book 2) Page 3

  “Down, Boy!” Shirley said as she walked out of her room, also naked, “Where’s my bottle of water? Why are you bothering Melanie?”

  Ted turned towards the fridge and grabbed a bottle, “Here ya go sweetness. She was distracting me. Not my fault.” He held out the bottle to Shirley, but she grabbed his dick instead and squeezed. Hard.

  “You need to stop letting this think for you,” Shirley said, increasing her grip and making Ted groan, “or you’ll lose your mind. Now say you’re sorry.”

  Ted turned to Melanie, “Sorry Melanie,” he then turned back to Shirley, “Sorry Shirley.”

  Shirley smiled at Melanie and then walked back into her bedroom, pulling Ted along by his dick. Melanie stifled a laugh and returned to her room. Seeing Ted in his altogether reminded her that it had almost been a week since she had partaken in the joys of the flesh. She got undressed, did a few quick exercises on the floor, and hoped into bed. When she closed her eyes, Melanie saw Ted’s naked body, complete with hard on and tribal tattoos. As she drifted to sleep though, the image changed from a naked Ted to a naked Dave, with a naked James standing next to him. Lucy was there too, letting her hands move up and down his chest and stomach. Behind the three, two large glowing eyes floated in the air. They were all looking at Melanie, trying to glimpse her soul. Melanie thought she would be afraid of people paying such close attention to her, but she realized she liked being watched.

  Waking up on a Friday for most people is a thrill. They know that it is the last day of the week, and that fun was right around the corner. For Melanie, Lucy, James, and Dave, that had not been the case for several weeks. Friday was just another day that promised 16 hours of work, followed by two more days of 16 hours of work. Still, all four made their way to the law firm. For the first time all week, James and Lucy arrived first. They had only dropped a few hints, but the two had become a causal couple, and had spent every night together. They weren’t ready to say they were exclusive, but the more time they spent together, the more they wanted to stay together.

  When Melanie arrived at the building, Dave was also walking up from the opposite direction. They kissed each other on the cheek and walked to the elevator. Once inside, Melanie said, “Happy Friday!”

  “Yeah, happy Friday, which is followed by Gloomy Saturday and Sad Sunday,” Dave said, determined to start the day off with a depressing whimper.

  Melanie said, “C’mon, at least you get to spend the weekend with two beautiful women.”

  Dave nodded his head, “That is true. You both are beautiful, but I also have to be with James, who has obviously got the hots for Lucy and vice versa.”

  “You’ve noticed, huh?” Melanie said.

  “Of course, I’m not that dumb when it comes to women. Just like I’ve noticed that you have the hots for Jacob Unruh.”

  “I Do Not!” Melanie gasped, “He’s one of our bosses. I don’t even think of him like that.”

  Dave laughed, “You say that like he’s a teacher and you’re a student in high school. Doesn’t matter that he’s a partner. You like him. Everyone knows.”

  “Well then everyone is insane,” Melanie said. The elevator reached their floor and she bolted as soon as the doors opened. Dave followed her, but not before he smacked himself in the head. When he got to the Pen, Melanie had already sat down and was thumbing through a folder.

  “Melanie, I’m sorry. I made an observation, and obviously I was wrong,” Dave said.

  Lucy walked over, “What did you say, Dave?”

  “Don’t worry about it. I am talking to Melanie,” Dave said, trying to brush her off.

  Melanie spoke up, “He said that I have a thing for Jacob Unruh.”

  Lucy nodded, “Of course you do. What’s so wrong about that?”

  “But I don’t! I don’t even think of him like that!” Melanie said, “He’s not my type. He’s too, I don’t know what the right word is, but he’s too that.”

  James entered the conversation, “He’s too perfect? Too nice? Too interested in how you feel?”

  Melanie stuck her tongue at James, who was obviously making fun of her, but also hitting the nail on the head, “Maybe that’s it. Maybe I like my men to be a little more world weary.”

  Lucy then looked at Dave, “I think she’s talking about you, Deary.”

  Melanie threw her hands in the air, “Jesus! You people are reading way too much into what I’m saying. Let’s just get some work done, please?”

  The others went back to their desks and did just that. Before any of them knew it, the business day was over. None of the associates would have noticed if a chorus of cheers had erupted from the main part of the office. James and Lucy stood up first and left the Pen to check on the source of the commotion. Dave and Melanie followed when the others did not come right back.

  As they walked out, Dave apologized again to Melanie, “I really didn’t mean anything by it. I am truly sorry.”

  Melanie smiled at him and said, “Thank you. I’m sorry too for flying off the handle. I guess with all the time we’ve spent here, my emotions are not exactly in control.”

  When they reached the conference room, they saw the rest of the staff inside, sharing a cake and passing around bottles of champagne. They walked in and were immediately offered their own bottles. Melanie noticed it was not the most expensive champagne in the world, but it was far from the cheapest, too.

  “What’s this all for?” Dave asked as he took a swig.

  Kennedy spoke up, “This Dave Springer, is a celebration. Thanks to all of our hard work, Mark Spindle will remain a free man this weekend. In fact, there is a very good chance that he will stay a free man for a long, long time. The judge dismissed the case, but left the feds with the option to file the charges again if they get a little more evidence. Hopefully, Mark will keep his nose clean and we won’t have to go through this again.”

  The party went on for an hour, and then everyone else realized it was Friday and they had a weekend to enjoy. The four associates took their bottles of champagne and went back to work. By ten o’clock, the bottles were empty, and the associates were buzzing. Melanie walked to the last stack of folders and met Dave there. They both reached for the same folder and she let out a little giggle.

  “That’s my folder, Dave,” Melanie said, tugging it towards herself.

  “You can have it,” Dave said, “if you take off your top.”

  Melanie looked down at her clothes and said, “I can’t take off my top. It’s part of my dress. I’d have to take the whole thing off.”

  “Okay, works for me,” Dave said back with a grin.

  Melanie shook her head, “I don’t want the folder that bad.”

  Lucy walked up to the stack, “Are you two trying to get a dare game started again?”

  At the sound of the word dare, the printer in the Pen came to life. Melanie turned to it, almost losing her balance, and then picked up the piece of paper that came out of the top. She gasped at what was printed on it.

  “James, did you print that?” Melanie said, wagging a finger at him.

  “Wasn’t me, I promise,” James said joining the others at the stack, “What does it say?”

  Lucy took the paper from Melanie, “It says, ’I told you I wanted to play in the next Dare game, so I’m starting one. The last person to complete ten folders must strip completely.’ Cheeky printer, isn’t it.”

  That made the others laugh, until the printer issued another paper. This one said the clock was running and that whoever doesn’t complete ten folders in thirty minutes would also have to strip completely.

  “Crap!” Dave said, grabbing a pile of folders and making his way to his desk. The others followed his example. It crossed Melanie’s mind that they were doing the bidding of an unseen person, but part of her liked the idea. She poured through her folders as fast as she could, and barely finished her tenth when the printer sounded again.

  “Son of a Bitch!” James yelled.

  Lucy walked over
to him, “What’s the matter, not fast enough?”

  “Take a look at this folder! It’s five inches thick. It was my ninth folder. I almost made it. Did anyone else miss the mark?”

  Dave stood up smiling, “Not me. I got twelve done.”

  “Finished the tenth at the bell,” Melanie said.

  “Sorry Hun, looks you are alone in the naked club,” Lucy said. She picked up the paper from the printer, and it confirmed that James had to get naked.

  “Can someone please tell me why we are following the orders of a fucking printer?”

  The printer went off again, and Lucy read it out loud, “Because I am making your Friday night a little less dreary and there is the chance that I’m your boss.”

  James sighed, “There is that.” He stood up and removed his white button down shirt and green tie with purple paisleys. James liked to call it his retro tie. He then kicked off his shoes, unbuttoned his pants and shoved them and his underwear to the ground, stumbling a little bit. His penis was flaccid, thanks to the alcohol, but it reached down to mid-thigh. As he removed his socks, another paper issued from the printer.

  Melanie went to read that one, mostly so she could sneak a peek at James naked, “One naked, three to go. The next task is more difficult. You have an hour to complete as many folders as possible. The person who gets the most done gets to keep his/her clothes on. The others must strip completely. James does not get to compete in this game, but if he does not do at least twelve folders, he must ride the elevator to the lobby of the building, grab a pen from the receptionist’s desk and come back up. Time starts at 11pm.”

  “Man, who ever is behind all of this is either a fast typist or has this all planned out,” Dave said. They all watched the clock, and as soon as the minute hand moved straight up, they each grabbed a stack of folders. James was last, waiting for the women to sit down before he made his naked walk. He was hoping to distract them, and it worked a little. Melanie moved through each folder quickly, but when the printer pushed out a new page, she was sure the other two had beaten her.

  “I got 15 done,” she told them.

  Lucy smiled, “Beat you by one, Deary. That means off with the clothes.

  Dave stood up, “Don’t be too happy, Lucy, because you’re joining her. I got twenty done.”

  “Bullshit!” Lucy said, “Let me take a look at those folders.” Dave handed them over and Lucy counted. Twenty all right. She then looked inside, and say Dave’s intricate handwriting on most of the pages, showing he had been very thorough.

  Dave said, “Satisfied?”

  “Yeah,” Lucy said and turned to James, “Any chance you are taking an elevator ride?”

  “Nope, I got 15 done, too. So quit stalling and start stripping.”

  Melanie walked over to her friend, “Here Lucy, let’s make it doubly exciting for everyone.” She reached out for Lucy’s red blouse and started unbuttoning it. Once it was open, she pulled the tails out of Lucy’s black pencil skirt and dropped the garment on the floor. Melanie stepped into Lucy’s space and reached around her to tackle the zipper. The women stared into each other’s eyes, their lips just a centimeter apart. Both men, and presumably the person operating the printer, were afraid to blink and miss anything. Melanie got the zipper at the bottom of its track, and let the skirt fall at Lucy’s feet. Lucy stood in a red bra and panty set, the tops of her nipples peeking out. Melanie turned around and said, “One zipper deserves another.”

  Lucy reached out with her hands, but then stopped. She turned to Dave and James, gave them a wicked smile and then moved her head forward to take the zipper in her teeth. She knelt as the zipper went the distance of Melanie’s back. Lucy then stood back up and pushed the material off Melanie’s shoulders. Lucy had to help the dress move over Melanie’s large breasts, but then it fell freely. It revealed that Melanie was also wearing a red bra, one designed to give her ample bosom extra support, but when it came to panties, Melanie was completely bare.

  “Did you come to play, young lady?” Lucy asked as she pinched the other woman’s tush.

  Melanie said, “Not really. I just hadn’t had time to do laundry, and I decided to be a little daring today.”

  “That’s the secret word it seems,” Lucy said. She then unhooked Melanie’s bra, freeing the woman’s breasts. “Now do me.”

  When Melanie turned around, the two men smiled, loving the view. She liked them watching, especially James, who was no longer flaccid. Melanie gave Lucy’s bra a flick of her wrist, and then pushed the straps off her shoulders. She then pressed her breasts against Lucy’s back and reached to push the panties down.

  Lucy whispered, “There are snaps on the sides. I was planning a surprise for James.”

  Melanie smiled as her fingers found the snaps. She released them and pulled Lucy’s panties off. She then threw them across the room.

  The printer went off again, and Dave grabbed the paper, “It says, ‘I have one more dare for you, and it is boys against girls. Which ever team gets the most folders done gets the other team as sex slaves for the rest of the weekend.’”

  Melanie decided to be brave, “What about you? When are going to be daring and show us who you are?”

  Another paper sprouted from the printer, “Maybe the next time. Right now, watching and directing is my thing. You have an hour, starting now!”

  The four associates raced into action, grabbing as many files as they could to minimize the time they walked back and forth. Melanie got excited when she realized she had taken fifteen files and each one only had three to seven pages in them. She knocked out the folders in forty minutes, and then went back for more. This time luck wasn’t on her side. The top folder was for an employee who had thirty pages of notes. Melanie made her way through it, but time was up before she could start another folder.

  “Sorry Lucy, I only got 16,” Melanie said.

  Lucy high-fived her, making their breasts jiggle appealingly, “Don’t sweat it, I only got 16 as well. What about you guys?”

  Dave stood up, the only one still clothed, “I got 18 done!” He had a smug look on his face, sure that he was about to have the best weekend of his life.

  “James, what about you?” Melanie asked.

  James did not look as confident, “Well, I worked really hard, but I had a series of thick folders, so I only got 14 done.”

  “What? Dammit James!” Dave yelled.

  The girls were laughing, amused at the idea that they had tied. Melanie asked aloud, “What happens in a tie, All Seeing Printer?”

  Right away the printer came to life, Lucy grabbed the paper and turned white as a ghost, “Fuck! It says we all need to get dressed, Granite is on the way up to the office! Where are my fucking panties?”

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