High Stakes (closed for Ldy_sea)

She sank down on to the bar stool, and breathed deeply as the cares of the day slowly faded away. Taking the pinot noir that the barman had just deposited in front of her, Ashley Channing turned to look out at the crowd that was slowly building. Men and women were scattered all over, some engaged in whispered conversations, others staring at the large screen TV with a drink in one hand and a look of intense concentration.

Ashley followed their stares to see what could possibly demand such attention, and tried - with a resigned futility - to make herself care about the baseball game being shown. The Royals were up 7-2 in the fourth innings though, and as she tried to find a way to actually give a damn about the final result, she could already feel her eyes get blurry from effort and boredom.

Blinking, she finally gave up on the twisting figures and action replays of the TV, and went back to surveying the rest of the her hotel guests.

It had been a long week, she reflected. The final day of a five-day work trip had finally come crashing to an inevitable end, and Ashley had survived mostly in one piece. She now had Saturday to look forward to, before having to fly back to Boston on Sunday morning and re-enter the usual normal routine that defined her life. One day of relaxation. One day to explore the city.

As she stretched her neck to release a little more tension, she simultaneously ran her spare hand through her straight, shoulder-length brown hair. Sighing again, she closed her eyes and took a sip of her drink, letting the red wine circulate in her mouth for a few seconds, savouring the flavour, before swallowing and opening her eyes again.

As she did, Ashley found her blue eyes staring intently at the entrance to the bar. Waiting. For what, she didn't know. For that matter, she wasn't too sure on the 'why' either. But she couldn't shake the feeling that she was waiting for something. Or someone.

Jennifer packed her things from being at the pool tried of being oggled by all the underage boys. Too bad none of teh dads were out here alone she thought. If maybe they were I could've had some fun tonight. Even a nice childless couple. It's been a while since I did a threesome she thought to herself.

She pulled her wrap over her swim suit and headed back to the elevators. On a whim she decided to go into the bar. She walked into the hotel lounge and saw it was fairly empty, bu she took a seat at the bar next to the only woman sitting there.

"Manhattan please" she said to the bartender flashing him a smile. She then looked at the girl next to her and smiled. As she was looking at her neighbor, she pulled her phone out of her bag and unlocked the screen. For some unknown reason her Truth or Dare app opened and played some music attractiong her neighbors attention. A dare popped up that was fairly risque... and a sexy voice readd it aloud "Jennifer do a naked catwalk."

Jennifers face flushed as she looked around to hear. It seemed no one except the woman next to her heard her phone. She looked at her to try and explain what had just happened.

Ashley almost coughed into her wine as she heard the phone play out it's message, and for a brief moment, the colour in her cheeks matched the deep red liquid she was drinking. She quickly broke eye contact with the woman who now sat next to her, and looked out on to the growing number of people who were drifting into the hotel lounge.

Had any of them heard what she'd just heard? For that matter, had she just heard what she thought she'd heard? Ashley tried to take another sip of her wine to cover her confusion, and she realised that her mind had suddenly kicked out of a sluggish first gear and into overdrive.

Glancing back, only for a split second, she realised the stranger was still sitting next to her. Ashley's eyes darted away again, and she subconsciously played with some strands of her brown hair that had fallen down over her left ear.

She felt her breathing quicken, and Ashley wondered if the woman could see her chest rise up and down as she struggled to regain control over herself.

Ashley closed her eyes momentarily, and replayed what she'd thought she'd heard in head. As the words danced across her mind, she opened her eyes again with a start, and almost gasped out loud. In her mind, she'd imagined the phone calling out her name. Calling out a dare for her to do. Calling out for Ashley Channing to stop being so damned boring and to maybe do something unexpected, just for once.

Nervously, shyly, but with an irresistible urge stemming from a week of being a dry, boring professional, Ashley turned back to face the strange woman. Without realising, she shifted in her seat, and a finger momentarily strayed and played across the top button of her blouse, before falling again to the bar top.

Ashley gave the woman a weak smile, and found refuge in looking directly at the phone rather than maintaining eye contact for too long.

"Hi." Ashley said, in almost a whisper. It didn't quite seem enough though.

"My name's... Ashley. I, ahhh..., I like... your phone." Ashley smiled shyly again. "Can you suggest any apps for mine?"

Jennifer heard the woman next to her introduce herself. "I'm Jennifer, it's nice to meet you. Let me buy you a drink for disturbing you with my stupid ass phone. I downloaded the app for a party I went to several months ago. I forgot I even had it. Not sure why it started running now."

Jennifer signaled the bartender for another round for the two ladies, as she picked up her phone to shut it off and avoid further embaressment at some of the apps she had downloaded.

Ashley quickly finished off the last remnants of her first drink, and smiled again at the woman in an unspoken thanks for the offer.

Placing the now-empty wine glass on the bar, Ashley studied Jennifer for a moment, and noted that the other woman seemed to be wearing a swimsuit under her wrap. After a few seconds of staring, Ashley found herself noticing the way that the still-wet swimsuit material clung to the woman's body. Ashley's mind began to swim through a sea of half-thoughts and strange possibilities. Try as she might, she couldn't get those words she'd heard out of her mind.

What kind of parties did Jennifer go to? Ashley had been to parties. Normal, safe parties. Parties where all that happened was that people talked, and drank, and talked some more. She'd thought she'd been happy with that, with her place in the great chaos that is life. Any yet, recently...

Recently, Ashley had been having some other thoughts. Some altogether naughtier, more daring thoughts.

She'd put it down to the stress of the job. The fact that she'd been pulling 60 hour weeks recently hadn't been helping her work/life balance, and Ashley was in desperate need of a break away from the normal routine. That said, Ashley had been shocked at herself as to what her mind would suggest was "a break away from the normal routine".

She reached up to her blouse, and felt her hands probe the material to check that the buttons were still closed. They were, and Ashley was taken aback by the sudden sense of disappointment that swept through her. What did she want? What was her subconscious trying to tell her that she needed?

The bartender placed their next round on the bar in front of them, and Ashley awoke from her daydreaming with a start. Belatedly, she realised she must have been staring at the woman for a full minute, without saying a single word in reply.

"I..." Ashley started, "... umm, thanks for the drink. Are you staying here long?".

Before Jennifer even had a chance to reply, Ashley pressed on.

"I'm leaving on Sunday. Been here for work. Been a long week..." she said that last part almost more to herself more than to Jennifer. Ashley snuck a quick look at the phone again. Why not? She thought. She had one day in this city, before she headed home to the safety net that was her life. Why the hell not take a risk - just this once?

Pushing on with what was rapidly turning into a monologue, Ashley leaned in.

"Don't worry about the app. I like parties... Can't say I've ever been to one that needed that app though." Ashley tried a laugh to make light of her nervousness. She couldn't believe she was saying this to a woman she'd shared the grant total of a one minute conversation with.

"Besides, I think I might be interested in the kinds of parties that needs that app. I like games too... do you like games?" As Ashley spoke, she could feel the steamy mix of fear and excitement beginning to peel back the layers of proper behaviour she'd worn like an armour for so very long.

This afternoon just got interesting. Jennifer thought to herself. "I work as a party planner, specializing in batchelor and batchlorette parties, as well as some higher end frat parties. So there's a lot of drinking, and sexual tension. I could tell you some stories about things I've witnessed, and even participated in..."

Jennifer finished her drink and ordered another. "I just got here yesterdeay to bid on a large event for a corporation. That would be more like the parties you know. But I'm always up for a good time. What do you have in mind Ashley?" She looks the girl in the eyes, challenging her bravado to see if she was serious or if she was just playing a game.

Ashley lowered her eyes again for a moment, and felt her breathing quicken once more. She could hear the challenge in the woman’s tone, and her imagination leapt from one thought to the next with wild abandon.

Not for the first time tonight, she felt her face flush slightly. However, underneath it all, she also felt something else rise from the depths of the soul. Something more primitive, pent up under a layer of suffocating professionalism, tied down by the bounds of what was proper and decent.

As Ashley took a sip of her second drink to calm her nerves, she heard a voice strangely like her own suddenly break the silence that had enveloped the two women.

“A game.” the voice continued. Ashley’s eyes widened as she sensed where her mind was going with this.

“A game of dares…” Ashley looked back at Jennifer, and felt her mouth go dry, prompting another sip of her drink. She’d known this woman for how long? Five minutes? Who the hell suggests what she thought she was about to say, to a woman she’d known for five minutes?

It wasn’t the same Ashley Channing who walked into the lounge fifteen minutes ago who was in charge now though.

“Do you have a game we could play? On that phone of yours? Perhaps a card game or something.”

Ashley closed her eyes once again, as if having them closed would make what she was about to say somehow less scary.

“Perhaps we each draw a card.” Ashley stumbled over the words, trying to get them out quickly before the brown-haired beauty lost her nerve. “Perhaps whoever has the highest card is the winner… perhaps…” Ashley audibly gulped at the next part, and her eyes stared intently at Jennifer, trying to get some kind of read on the woman, “perhaps the winner has to submit to the loser for an hour…”

Ashley went to take another sip from her drink, but gave up when she realised how much her hand was trembling.

“…. and when that hour is up…. perhaps the loser has to submit to the winner for the next twelve hours.”

Ashley was no longer merely stepping outside her comfort zone, she was now boarding a long-haul flight out of her comfort zone to lands unknown.

She’d had dreams though, on and off, and the faint recollections of those dreams were suddenly beginning to paint a very vivid picture of her possible future. Ashley had no idea who Jennifer was. For that matter, Jennifer had no idea who Ashley was. Nobody here who knew Ashley was. Perhaps that was the attraction?

Ashley looked at Jennifer, almost expecting the other woman to instantly dismiss what she’d said as ridiculous and insane. Conflicted, Ashley almost didn’t know what response she’d prefer the most. To be indulged in this bizarre fantasy, or to be rejected and be told to head back to the safety of being boring.

"You're idea intrigues me. I love games like that. The app I have has a score function. We could either take turns or allow the app to randomly choose which of us does a dare. Then we would rate how successfully the dare was completed. The winner is teh first person to a score of say 50 points. Sound good to you?"

Ashley took a deep breath, and wondered what that phone might have in store for her. A thousand different, increasingly embarrassing dares jumped to the forefront of her mind.

She swung around on her stool so her back was now to the bar, and looked out on to the two dozen or fellow hotel guests. They were all lost in their own conversations, oblivious to what was being proposed between the two women.

Ashley bit her lip, and tried to guess exactly what her limit would be. She'd heard a dare already from Jennifer's phone, and she could only assume there would be more along that line - perhaps some even worse. Ashley had never done anything like that before. She'd even openly looked down on those who sought attention like that. Outwardly at least. Inwardly, secretly, she'd envied them for their daring and freedom.

Looking back at Jennifer, Ashley's breath became ragged for a moment before she managed to impose some degree of self-control.

"Yes." Ashley whispered. "Yes. Let's do that." Ashley pushed back her shoulders in an attempt to instil some self-confidence, and straightened the hem of her skirt that had shifted when she'd spun on her seat. "Let the phone decide who does a dare." Indicating the device that held her future buried deep in it's circuitry, Ashley asked Jennifer to continue.

Jennifer turns her phone back on. She opens the Truth or Dare app, and showed Ashley how it worked. Adjusting the settings for two players and random turns. She set both players preference to Bi, and to only play dares, choosing Clean Dirty and super dirty. To avoid early embaressment, she turned off the game sounds and voice option.

Once the game was set up, she put the phone in the bar and hit the go button.

On the screen Jennifers name popped up for the first turn. Jeniffer reached out and hit the GO button to get her dare. The game confirmed she wanted a DARE, and Jennifer tapped again to find out what she had to do...

The dare was a simple one... Breakdance.

Jennifer walked over to the jukebox and dropped in a few quarters. She selected a fast song and went onto the dance floor and began to do a very poor imitation of a breakdance. Her motions did make her wrap fly up exposing her bikini bottoms and what the did (and more interesting to most of the guys) didn't cover.

Once the song ended, Jennifer sat down breathing a bit heavy, and finished her drink. "Now you get to rate how well I did. 1 to 5 stars.

I quickly tapped the screen to bring up the next dare and it's now Ashleys turn...The dare appears on screen and it says...

Sing a Brittney Spears song.

"Get up p and sing your hear out lady", I tell my companion.





[OOC: I actually have an app as described above and am using it for the dares. If you want to check it out you can get it here]

Ashley had to place a hand over her mouth to cover her laughter. Jennifer's breakdancing certainly had been an... interesting take on the style. That said, through the laughter there also came an admiration that the woman had just flung herself out there and put on such a show.

Her eyes had been riveted on Jennifer's exhibitionism, but at the same time she could tell that the men in the lounge had also been appreciating Jennifer's performance. Certainly not for the artistic interpretation of the song. The way her wrap and swimsuit moved over her body though? That was getting rave reviews.

The laughter had soothed her nerves temporarily, but they began to jangle again as she realised it was now her turn to put up or shut up.

As she slowly eased herself off the chair, she looked at Jennifer, and said. "I think you earned 5 stars on the performance."

Ashley almost stopped herself from finishing the sentence, as the thought flashed across her mind that maybe she should vote strategically so she didn't lose. No. That wasn't in the spirit of the game. As her heart pounded away in her chest, she realised she didn't even know if she wanted to win.

Patting down her blouse, and aimlessly playing at the hem of her skirt, Ashley made her way over to the jukebox. Her legs had an almost robotic movement to them as she seemed to reluctantly drag herself over to the entertainment system.

Finally reaching her stage, she turned around and looked at the jukebox. She didn't select a song though. She wouldn't hide her singing behind the loud music or the vocals. As a new sense of determination slowly welled up inside of her, Ashley realised that even if she didn't know whether she really wanted to win, she sure as heck didn't want to go down without a fight.

Closing her eyes, she visualised the song in her head. She'd sung it a few times before, albeit not in front of strangers.

She experimentally swayed her hips, and when she opened her eyes, she felt the stares of her fellow hotel guests penetrating into her soul.

In a voice quieter than she intended, she started singing.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah."

Her voice cracked for a moment, but she recovered, and pressed on, keeping her hips swaying, even if in a jerky fashion.

"I think I did it again. I made you believe, we're more than just friends."

The lyrics swam into her mind's eye, and Ashley tried to let the lyrics carry her away, away from the embarrassment of singing in front of these people.

As more and more people turned to look at her, she felt a mix of amusement, interest, irritation and surprise radiate from the crowd.

"Oh baby. It might seem like a crush." Ashley began to put more power into her voice, and having survived the first few lines, began to get a sense that she might just get off the stage in one piece. A couple of the men were clearly more interested in her swaying hips than her singing, but she was strangely thrilled at that.

Looking in Jennifer's direction, Ashley forced herself to get even more expressive, and powered through the lyrics, swaying and turning around. She didn't really know what she was doing, and she doubted her moves were anything like what Britney would have pulled, but for two minutes at least, Ashley Channing owned the dance floor of the lounge.

As she finally ran through the final verse, she paused for a moment as silence settled back in. There was no sustained applause, only a few scattered claps, and the sound of a couple of women gossiping amongst themselves as to what on earth Ashley was on. Still, as she stood there, Ashley surfed a wave of pride in having completed her first dare.

Breathing in deeply again, and regathering her composure, she marched back to the bar. Swinging back on to her seat next to Jennifer, she even allowed herself to arch an eyebrow as she said "Well, rate that! And let's see who's next up, shall we?"

Jen 5 Ash 4...

Jennifer laughed and clapped at her new friends performance. I would hav egiven you a 5 if you had beeter moves, but the singing wasn't bad.

Now lets see what fate has in store for me...she taps the phone screen

Jennifer, put on a nice slow romantic song. Then slow dance with Ashley.

Jennifer stands up "Meet me on the dance floor in a minute" and walks over to the jukebox. She feeds it more change, and selects You're Beautiful by James Blunt.

She walks over to the dance floor and wraps her arms around Ashley and begins to lead her in a romantic dance around the dance floor. Every male eye in the place is on the two weird chicks who are making a spectacle of themselves.

Jennifer leans her head on Ashleys shoulder and drops her hand down so she is cupping Ashleys firm ass cheek.

As Jennifer's hand squeezed her ass, Ashley felt a thrill sweep over her, and she gave out an involuntary gasp at the intimacy of the moment. Hesitantly, she dropped her own hand down Jennifer's back, feeling the still-damp material of the swimsuit. As she reached the other woman's backside, her fingers found the edge of the material, and Ashley went slightly red as her hand felt Jennifer's warm skin.

She was acutely aware of the stares of everyone around them. The break dancing and the singing had earned them an audience, and now the two women were delivering an encore performance.

As the song carried across the air, Ashley followed Jennifer's lead, and occasionally even experimented with the odd move she remembered from her ball rooming dancing lessons.

As she did, her smile worked it's way from nervous, to shy, to excited, and she felt herself being lost in the dare as the song reached it's conclusion. With the final notes hanging in the still air, and an audience transfixed with what they'd seen, Ashley found she was still holding on to Jennifer. Seconds past, and the two women still stood, hand firmly on ass, dominating the dance floor in the now silent lounge.

Finally, coughing politely as the tension grew to breaking point, Ashley pulled away, and headed back to the bar. As she pulled away though, she made sure to whisper something in Jennifer's ear.

"5 stars Jennifer. 5 stars..."

Jennifer 10 Ashley 4

Jennifer sat down and ordered another round. She then opened her phone again and the phone decided it was Ashleys turn. Before Ashley could hot the go button, Jennifer said "I think we need to ramp this up a bit" and increased the hotness of the dare.

Jennifer hit the GO button and the screen says "Ashley you are writing a love letter to Jennifer. Let's hear it."

Jennifer sits back and smiles at her partner in crime.

Ashley's eyes widened as the nature of the dare hit her. It surprised her that - given the letter would be far less exhibitionist than the previous two dares - this still challenged her deeply.

Perhaps it was the intimacy of what she was being asked to do. Perhaps it was Jennifer's penetrating smile, a smile that almost seemed to play with Ashley's limits like a cat stalking it's favourite toy.

She didn't have any writing paper, or pen for that matter. As she fumbled around, wondering if this was the dare that she scored zero stars on, a flash of inspiration struck her. Giving a small smile to Jennifer, Ashley picked up her own phone, and quickly indicated that she'd write the letter on her phone.

Still, while she had something to type on, she didn't exactly know what to actually type. Ashley bit her lip, and looked at Jennifer again for inspiration. As the sounds of the lounge around slowly returned to normal, a light turned on in Ashley's eyes, and she turned to the touch screen.

"Dear Jennifer," Ashley started.

"The past ten minutes have been magical for me. You've woken something inside of me that I barely knew existed." Pausing for a moment, Ashley lowered her eyes from Jennifer's stare in slight embarrassment.

She continued.

"When we danced, I felt the wet material of the swimsuit and that stirred something within me. When my hand touched the bare skin of your backside, I didn't want to let go." Ashley couldn't suppress a giggle at the over-the-top descriptions she was using, but pressed on anyway.

"You are a beautiful woman, and I hope I see more of you. I hope you see more of me. I've never danced with a woman before, but dancing with you felt so right."

As Ashley wrote, she found the emotion of that dance resurfacing, and she could feel the sensations of their movements replayed over and over again.

"We've only known each other for so little time, and yet I feel like we were always destined to meet. Every time you touch me, my body quivers in excitement..." Ashley dredged her mind for a few more cliches to properly express how she was truly feeling right now. Realising she'd finished though, she risked a quick look at Jennifer, before typing the final few words.

"Love, Ashley."

Shyly, but at the same time proudly, she handed the phone to Jennifer for her inspection.

Jennifer 10 Ashley 9

Jennifer read the text on the screen, and quickly entered her ohone number and sent it to herself. "That was hot", she said. Definitly a 5. Jennifer handed Ashley back her phone and said "do I dare?" She tapped teh button on the screen and waited while the dare appeared.

Switch two items of clithing with Ashley. Jennifer sat there not moving. She was only wearing three items so something was about to get exposed...

She looked at Ashley and said "Well hun Pick two items I got on to wear, and give me the same two items of yours."

She sat there watching the other woman waiting for her reaction...

Ashley sat in stunned silence, as she processed what Jennifer had just told her. Grabbing hold of her blouse again, Ashley looked at Jennifer with wild eyes and opened to her mouth to reply. No words came out though, and she closed her mouth as the realisation of what was about to unfold hit her.

Jennifer was only wearing three items. She didn't have any shoes, and Ashley's one hope - that she could swap shoes and have that count as an item - was dashed.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God..." Ashley whispered. She was visibly shaking now. Jennifer only had a top, bottom, and what essentially was the equivalent of a bra. Jennifer's bikini bottoms essentially covered less than Ashley's own panties, and she found herself contemplating two possible futures. She could run - that was always an option. Or she could remove her blouse and bra, and get a bikini top and wrap in exchange. Surely she should run? Surely that was the only option Ashley could seriously consider doing.

Ashley gulped. The dares had got serious, very, very quickly.

Her eyes darted from one male patron to the next, and her hands felt frozen to where they rested on the bar. Slowly, jerkily though, she forced on hand up to her blouse, and mechanically began to undo the buttons. Every button required immense willpower by Ashley, and she felt like she was running a marathon. Three had been clumsily unhooked when the bartender first noticed what Ashley was doing. Ashley felt his stare burn into her, and she momentarily lost her nerve. She sat, rooted to the bar stool, not daring to look at the bartender. She felt as if she hadn't moved from that position for minutes, as her hand held the top of her now unbuttoned blouse closed.

Looking desperately away though, she realised that she had no option than to continue. Ashley closed her eyes and suddenly - furiously - powered her way through the remaining buttons at the bottom of the blouse. Ashley practically ripped the garment of her chest and flung it at Jennifer, pleading for the woman to give her the wrap.

Jennifer was unmoving though.

Swearing to herself, Ashley flung a protective arm across her chest, and fumbled at the clasp at the back of her bra.

The sound of glass breaking drew Ashley's attention back to the bartender. He was standing slack-jawed, witness to what Ashley attempting to do, and nudging one of the other patrons at the bar. Without taking his eyes of the brunette beauty, he seemed to be asking one of the patrons just to confirm that he wasn't hallucinating.

Her cheeks were now the redness they'd been all night, and with her hands shaking uncontrollably, Ashley finally managed to undo the clasp. Slipping off the garment, one arm firmly held across her breasts, she extracted the bra from around her chest, and flung it on top of the blouse that Jennifer was now holding.

Ashley was all too acutely aware that the breaking glass had drawn the attentions of others around the lounge. The conversation that had began to return after the women's dance now faded away again, at least at the few tables near to Ashley, replaced only by silence, lusting appreciation, and a few shocked murmurs.

Looking at Jennifer, Ashley pleaded for her to hurry with the clothes swap.

Jennifer 10 Ashley 9

With all eyes on the two ladies who had been making a spectacle of themselves, Jennifer stood up and stretched drawing out Ashleys agony.

She unbuttoned her wrap, and slipped it off her shoulders. She neatly folded it and placed it on the bar as far from Ashley as she could reach.

Jennifer then picked up Ashleys blouse and put it on, quickly buttoning it up. Jennifer then slide her arms insise the blouse and almost a minute later they re-emerged with her bikini top in her hands. She placed that on top of her wrap, then picked up Ashleys bra and once again her hands sliipped insde the blouse and she waited for Ashley to dress in her clothes, Smiling.

Ashley pouted as she saw Jennifer replace her own clothes without having to reveal much more skin than she already was.

Acute embarrassment was now painted all over her trembling body. The bartender and several other men around her were now openly staring at the topless woman, who desperately tried to keep one arm across her breasts in an attempt at preserving some small semblance of dignity.

"Jennifer, please!" Ashley said, indicating for the woman to pass her the clothes quickly. After a few seconds, Ashley realised that Jennifer had no such intention to let her off that easily, and she clumsily hopped off the bar stool. Dashing over to the other side of Jennifer, she grabbed at the wrap and the bikini top with one hand.

She tried to place the wrap over her in with only one hand - a task that should have been relatively easy under less stressful conditions. Now though, with her hands shaking and her nerves almost at breaking point, she found the wrap wouldn't go over her properly. With a small whimper, Ashley came to the conclusion that she'd need both hands to put the clothes on.

She knelt down by the bar, almost hiding between two bar stools, and brought her protective arm up to hold the wrap too.

She couldn't hide entirely of course, and she knew with a sinking heart that she was now flashing at least two tables worth of gawking strangers.

Placing the wrap over herself, and providing at least a little bit of cover, she then slipped the bikini top underneath. Twisting and turning, she finally managed to secure the top to her chest and, her breathing now ragged again, she returned back to her own bar stool.

Blocking out the whispers and the stares for a moment, she concentrated on her drink and managed to down in entirely in one. Before she even had a chance to turn to Jennifer, she found another one placed in front of her.

"On the house." the bartender simply said, with no small amount of awe evident in his voice.

Ashley managed a weak smile, and looked at Jennifer wide-eyed. At least that was the most revealing of the dares on that phone, wasn't it? As Ashley replayed the last few seconds in her mind, she shocked herself by realising that part of her hoped the phone had ways of pushing her even further. Through the embarrassment, there was another emotion waking up inside Ashley.

As she searched Jennifer's eyes for any hint of what she was thinking, Ashley could only think of the very first dare that she heard come from that app...

Jennifer 10 Ashley 9

Jennifer smiled at Ashley. "You did great hun. Too bad it was my dare, and you need to give me a score."

There was a buzz of conversation all around them and several drinks came there way from various men in the bar wondering how far the two brazen chicks would go. All eyes were on the pair as those who missed the show were filled in by the luky few who did see it.

Ashley flushed as she realised that she was falling behind in the score. She was also incredibly self-conscious too. Even with her wrap and bikini top on, the obvious contrast between her skirt and her new top made it obvious even to new-comers that something was going on.

As she risked a few looks at the people around them, she knew that they no-one was following the baseball any more, and that they were the ones knocking it out of the park.

Ashley looked back at Jennifer and considered a score. The woman had changed her top, that was certainly true, but it was Ashley who'd had to expose her breasts to the public.

"Three!" Ashley said, with a hint of defiance. "Only three this time." With a mad rush of adrenalin, she almost felt exhilarated as she rediscovered her competitive streak.

"I'm deducting one point for each of the breasts these people didn't get to see." Pointing in Jennifer's direction, Ashley experimented with brazen self-confidence. "We'll have to make it up to them soon, won't we?" she finished, just about holding it together long enough for her voice not to crack.

Jennifer 13 Ashley 9

"And here I thought I would get a 5 for being clever enough no to make a spectacle of myself", Jennifer playfully pouted.

She took one of the drinks in front of her and sipped it as she watched Ashley tap the phone screen to get her dare.


It was only two words

Ashley looked at the screen, and re-read the instruction just to make sure that she hadn't misunderstood.

Looking at Jennifer, something fired in Ashley, and she decided it was time to make a stand. She'd been deeply embarrassed and helplessly stripped within the space of only a few minutes, and all of this with an audience that seem to hang on their every action.

Finding some hidden reserves of competitiveness, buried deep inside her, Ashley slid off her bar stool and leaned against the bar. Taking Jennifer with her other hand, she half pulled, half guided the woman until she was standing right in front of her, pressed closely against her own chest. Jennifer's back was to the main audience, so that they had an unrivalled view of her ass.

Ashley marvelled for a moment that here she was, standing with a strange woman, pressed up against _her_own_blouse_, about to kiss her in front of a crowd of strangers.

Looking deeply into Jennifer's eyes, Ashley slowly moved in, lightly touching her lips to Jennifer's.

At the same time, she ran both hands down the back of the blouse she just handed to the woman. She teased Jennifer again, touching lips briefly, before pulling back. When her hands had slowly made their way down Jennifer's back, she felt her fingers move off the material of the blouse and brush against the top of the woman's bikini bottoms.

Holding Jennifer's eye contact for a moment longer, Ashley finally pressed in, locking lips, and passionately kissing her new-found partner in daring.

As she felt Jennifer react to the kiss, Ashley took the opportunity to slow peel the top of her bikini bottoms down an inch or two, flashing the very top of Jennifer's ass to the enthralled crowd.

Finally, pulling away again, she darted in for one final light kiss, before returning the woman's bikini bottoms back to their rightful place.

Taking in a deep breath after the exertions of the kiss, Ashley leaned in and whispered into Jennifer's ear.

"How was that?"

Jennifer 13 Ashley 13

Jennifer remained motionless for several moments. Only her eyelids moved up and down as sheprocessed what had just happened.

"That was...well it was...shit...I liked it. I give it 4 stars. Would've been 5 if you hadn't exposed my ass crack." She smiled at her competitor showing she wasn't angry. Several of teh guys had now moved to the bar from teh tables to get a beeter look at the woman.

Jennifer reached past Ashley and tapped the phone screen. You are the Playmate of the month. Ashley is the photographer. Let her pose you and take your picture.

Jennifers ready smile faded as she read this one. She finished the drink she started and did two shots before turning to Jennifer. "Well do you have a camera to use?"

Several of the male patrons nearby reached for their cell phones to offer them to the ladies to use.

Ashley felt a wicked smile emerge on to her face as she realised that the odds were beginning to turn in her favour. For the first time in this contest, the faint flicker of self-confidence began to bloom into something altogether more powerful.

Looking around at the men near by, she momentarily forgot that she'd only recently exposed her chest to these people, and realised that now they were focussed entirely on Jennifer.

Ashley hopped of her bar stool again, and slowly walked around Jennifer, checking her out from both sides. With the stares now directed solely at Jennifer, Ashley more more bold, and began to pretend her hands were a camera, trying to frame the perfect shot. Jennifer's face was - strangely enough - not the centre of the frame Ashley was envisioning.

She politely turned down the kind offers from the men to borrow their cameras. Ashley had her own, and slowly played with the phone. Glancing up, she hoped that dragging out the process was beginning to really get Jennifer's nervous about what she might be asked to do.

"You know," said Ashley, finally, "I don't know too much about Playmates, but I don't remember them usually wearing blouses in their photo shoots." Toying with her camera, and with an innocent expression on her face, Ashley continued. "I feel bad, don't you? I feel bad that these men missed out on seeing your chest more when we changed outfits..."

Suddenly, the humiliations and embarrassment of the past few minutes were replaced by the euphoria of being in control of the situation, for once.

Leaning in close, and whispering into Jennifer's ear, she sweetly suggested.

"Perhaps, my Playmate model should open the blouse up.... nice.... and wide...."