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"Tease"
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Alice Keen
5'4", 112 lbs, 35C-24-35
Dress size: 2
Brunette hair, colored auburn
Deep hazel eyes
Alice was laying on her bed checking her social media accounts as her friend, Sara, stepped out of the crowded walk-in closet holding a little black dress before her. "I've never seen you in this."
"Got it for the Homecoming dance," Alice said after glancing up.
"You didn't go to Homecoming," Sara countered.
"Actually, I did … in that." She looked up again to find her friend's head cocked to the side in confusion. Chuckling, Alice explained, "I went to Homecoming in that … but I barely got through the door before that old bat Mrs. Carlson saw me and told me to leave. Said it violated the dress code 'cause when I came in, the lit hallway behind me silhouetted my figure … made me look practically naked."
"It is thin," Sara agreed, holding the dress up between her and the bedroom window. "So … did you go home and change into something else?"
Alice laughed loudly, responding, "Hell no … after what I spent on that? I went downtown and hung out in the lobby of the Blue Briar for a while--"
"That hotel all the Suits stay in for the conventions?"
"Let some guy coming out of the hotel bar see me leaning over to pick up a magazine," Alice continued, a big smile spreading her face. "Spent the night fucking in his room … and next morning robbed his wallet of six hundred dollars … enough to pay for the dress, shoes, and a Lyft home."
They laughed together and chatted more about that night's erotic particulars. Alice had always been a bit of a wild one throughout her teens, and now finally at the legally adult age of 18, she was about to get even wilder Sara imagined. Sara for her part had always been much tamer -- at least when it came to quantity, not quality. The slightly taller but deliciously more curvy Sara had only had two male lovers and one female one, Alice; but during those times when she'd been with those partners, she'd generally spent a couple of nights a week naked, sweaty, and screaming in joy with them.
"So, do you ever hit the town in it now..." Sara asked, tossing the hung dress her friend's direction as she finished, "...just to make sure it still works?"
Alice hopped to her feet and whipped the oversized sleeping tee shirt upwards and off her body, leaving her standing before Sara in nothing but a semi-sheer pair of black panties. She gestured to her form like a The Price Is Right model showing off a new car, asking with mocked shock, "To make sure that this still works...? I guarantee, it does. Point out a man, any man, and that dress and I will leave him wishing he was alone in a bathroom with a bottle of hand lotion."
Sara laughed with her friend, then turned as she thought she caught movement down on the street below Alice's second floor bedroom window. She looked back to Alice, smirked devilishly, then pointed to the street. "Challenge accepted."
Alice moved to the window and looked down to find Mister Barker on his hands and knees tending to flower garden that Missus Barker had put in last fall before relegating care for it to her husband. Alice laughed again, asking, "What challenge?"
"That guy," Sara said without explanation of her challenge.
But Alice knew where her friend was taking this. She pointed out, "He's married. Seriously married, long time."
Sara shrugged, reminding, "You said any man."
The two stared at one another with wicked smiles before Sara clarified her dare, "You have to bed him by the end of the month--"
"That's, what … ten days?"
"How long did it take you to land that guy in the hotel?" Sara countered. "Ten minutes?"
"Mister Barker's happily married with two kids--"
"Any man," Sara again reminded. "You have ten days to get his dick inside you--"
"Sara!" Alice exclaimed at her friend's crudeness. "He won't do it."
"Ten days to fuck him," Sara went on, "and you have to prove it."
"How?"
"Video, of course," Sara responded. Suddenly, her face lit up as she changed her mind. "No! I have to be there."
"Be there?"
"Yeah," Sara said laughing and blushing at the same time. "I want to see this and … I dunno … maybe I can be involved somehow."
Alice laughed hysterically at her friend's suggestion of a threesome with the neighbor guy. They laughed back and forth about how crazy an idea this way. But when Sara shrugged her shoulders and told Alice that if she couldn't do it, all she had to do was admit that any man had been a stretch, Alice got a serious look on her face and looked down upon the hard working Mister Barker.
"Okay," Alice agreed finally. She looked to Sara and clarified the terms. "I will seduce Mister Barker. I will -- as you so eloquently put it -- get his dick inside me in less than ten days. If I don't...?"
"I wanna fuck Matt Conners … and I want him to let his friends know we fucked," Sara said. Alice had had a witch-like magical spell control over the football All Star since they'd been children, and -- despite her delicious body and perfect face -- Sara had never been able to get the time of day out of the guy. "You fail to land your neighbor, you arrange for Matt and I to date -- real or not, I don't care -- until the end of the school year."
"I can do that," Alice said confidently. "But if I do land my neighbor..."
After Alice didn't finish, Sara asked, "What do you want?"
Alice shrugged. "Don't know. But … we'll figure that out when I win."
"Okay … it's a bet," Sara said. She moved to the bed to retrieve the little black dress, which she handed to Alice. "Let's get started."
Twenty minutes later, with her hair combed out and a light amount of makeup applied to her nearly flawless face, Alice descended the stairs and then the front steps and walked the few yards that separated her family's driveway from the Barkers'. When the man looked up from his work and sat back on his haunches, Alice smiled broadly and exchanged greetings with him.
"I'm sure you heard that Agnes Turnbow died last week," Alice said, speaking about one of the town's more beloved residents. "My mother thinks I should go to the funeral, and she said I needed a black dress. This is all I got, but I'm concerned … I bought it for a dance at school, but I don't know if it's appropriate for a funeral. What do you think?"
Alice turned a bit left, then right, then turned her back to Mister Barker. She knew that the fit of the dress would dramatically show off her pear shaped ass. She turned back, took the hem in the fingers of both hands, and -- pretending that the flashing was accidentally and even unrecognized by her -- pulled the dress out a bit to show off the fabric's thinness.
"My mother think's I should wear a slip," Alice said, her tone almost childish and most definitely not flirtatious. She lied, "I'm not much of a … what do they call'em, fashionista? I don't really know. Does this look good on me? Do you like it?"
