Rachel's Dare - Part 4 - Sex Stories

Rachel's Dare - Part 4

... welling up, consuming me from this inside out. As we arrived at the centre of the stage, Claire produced a microphone from out of thin air. With the well-practiced gestures of a born announcer, she briefly silenced her audience. "Ladies!" she said, instantly holding the attention of her crowd, "We've got a first here at 'For Her Eyes Only' - a special event that has never happened on this stage before!" She firmly lifted my arm up, as if announcing the winner of a boxing fight. "We have here today, a man who has lost a bet!" The crowd really did hush at that, and only a few whispers could be heard. "A man who has lost a bet, and who must now, of course, pay the price. You see, ladies, this man thought he could win again a woman!" The crowd laughed at that, and several women shook their head disbelievingly. "So do you want to know what his penalty is?" Claire asked, pretty much rhetorically. The unanimous decision from the audience was a very decisive "yes!" "Well, tonight, this man will dance for you!" The crowd cheered at that. "Tonight, this man will strip for you!" The crowd hooted and hollered at that. "Tonight, this man will be reduced to only wearing a tiny thong... for... your... eyes only!"The crowd laughed at that, although more than a few women openly questioned the need for the thong to remain. "It's now amateur night at 'For Her Eyes Only', so... let the embarrassment... begin!" Claire signed off with a flourish, and gave the gesture for the sound technician to ...

... start up an appropriate song. As she headed off the stage, Claire gave me a playful nudge, before grabbing a healthy amount of my ass in her grasp. Holding on for a few seconds, she gave me a good squeeze before finally retreating and leaving me alone. Alone on the stage, heart racing, head pounding, crowd baying. As the music kicked in to action, my eyes zoned in on Rachel. She'd been given a prime position at a table right in front of the stage, and had a look on her face that spoke of her own conflicting emotions. Part of her was clearly looking forward to the show I was about to have to put on. As I stared at her though, I sensed something else going on in my friend's mine. A desire, not directly of me, perhaps, but more of the situation I was in. With a jolt, I realised that part of Rachel wanted to be the person made to strip down to her thong. Part of Rachel wanted to be the one completely pushed out of her comfort zone. As I broke eye contact with her, part of me accepted the humiliation and the embarrassment on her behalf. Jerkily, and completely at odds with the music admittedly, I began to tug at the buttons on my shirt. The blue police shirt twisted and moved on my body as I tried to throw in a few gyrations. I was almost glad that I was up here on stage rather than having to watch this from the cheap seats. I knew that my moves weren't quite the powerful thrusting motions that my predecessor had made. However, as the third button came undone, and I pulled the ...