© 2007 Zenobia Renquist
“Sit! Sit! Sit! Sit!” the crowd in the room chanted.
Kay could barely hear it over her own mind screaming, SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!
Henry was a dead man. He’d invited her to this mixed bachelor party with the promise that she’d have fun. It was mixed because the couple was two guys. Rather than having two parties, they had one big one.
Everything started off great-music, laughter, drinking, and fun-until Henry and Trent, the happy couple, opened their bachelor gifts. One particular gift-a pink blow up chair in the shape of a hand with a thick, long dildo in the middle-had sparked a game of Dare or Consequences. The person had to do the dare or face the consequences.
In Kay’s case, it was six of one and a half dozen of the other. She had to either impale herself on the chair-that would be the dare-or go without clothes for the rest of the party-that would be the consequences and the party promised to last for another five hours.
There was no doubt in her mind that the people present would enforce the consequences of a failed dare. Casey, one of Trent’s transsexual friends, sat in all her…his glory after refusing to do body shots from a female guest’s crotch-minus her underwear.
Casey didn’t seem the least bit uncomfortable with his man-made D-cups and generous package on display for the world to see. Kay knew she wasn’t that nonchalant. She also knew she didn’t want to sit on a dildo for the viewing pleasure of her companions. She’d just met some of these people a few hours ago.
Kay called over the shouted encouragement, “How long do I have to sit on it?”
She was actually entertaining it. But, a little dildo action was better than nudity. A little birdie told her the night would get wilder before it was over and she didn’t want to be naked when that happened.
“Just yank down your pants and sit on it,” Trent said.
“That’s too easy. I say she should have to ride it,” said another guest. A few of the others cheered this suggestion.
Henry called out, “All in favor?”
“Ride! Ride! Ride!”
“But… but you said sit before,” Kay argued, not believing her situation had gone from bad to worse.
Henry shrugged and replied, “You hesitated.”
Oh yes, Henry was a dead man. She just had to figure out where to hide the body and no one would ever hear from him again.
“Sit or strip. It’s up to you, Kay,” Henry said.
Sit down and be done, she yelled at herself. It’ll only be a little bit and then they’ll focus on someone else. You don’t have to strip. Pull your panties off, sit down, bounce a little bit and you’re done.
Why did it sound so much easier in her head?
She took one step towards the chair and the cheering crowd grew louder. Without thinking too much about what she was about to do, she lifted her skirt, inched her panties aside-rather than take them off-and sat down.
The crowd went wild. Howls and catcalls and whistling sounded all around her. She had her eyes closed, trying to block it all out.
“Don’t forget to move,” said an unknown person from behind Kay. He came up and shook the chair violently.
Kay gasped at the sensation and froze. Everything about her was overly sensitive. There was no way she’d be able to move and not embarrass herself in the process.
“You gonna move?” Trent asked.
“No. I think… I think I’ll just sit here,” Kay rasped. God, even talking was a trial. That little bit of movement seemed to vibrate through her and she had to stop herself from squirming.
“Like it that much, do you?” Henry asked, laughing.
She didn’t bother answering him. After the next victim had their turn, she’d get up and forget this ever happened.
Or that was her plan. The next player, a guy, didn’t even wait for the dare before stripping down. He looked happy for an excuse to get out of his clothes and even did a little strip tease for the enjoyment of most present.
Kay sighed and leaned away from the dildo. Henry got up and shoved her back down. She had to keep from crying out at the pleasure of it.
“Oh no you don’t, your dare isn’t over, Kay. You said you wanted to sit so you get to sit.”
“How long?”
Henry looked at the crowd with a raised eyebrow.
“Fifteen minutes.”
Kay looked at the man who’d answered-Devlin, Trent’s twin brother. Identical green eyes stared at her from beneath black lashes. Devlin and Trent were completely identical down to the tiny mole at the corner of their right eye. The only way anyone could tell them apart was Devlin’s thin goatee.
The man stared at her with open fascination. His gaze swept over her body and she stiffened in response. That only made her inner muscles clutch at the dildo. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. Fifteen minutes? She wouldn’t last another fifteen seconds!
Henry patted her shoulder, purposely jarring her enough for the chair to move. “Fifteen minutes it is.”
And that’s when the torture started. Every person in the room did something that made them bump the chair “accidentally”. Any illusions Kay had of sitting still until her time was up were dashed as her companions made sure she didn’t forget just what was between her legs.
“It’s your turn, Devlin,” Trent said with an evil grin. He glanced at Kay and then back to his brother. “Using only one finger, you have to get Kay off.”
“What?” Kay yelled. She looked at Devlin then Trent. “Why am I part of this?”
“Your fifteen minutes is almost up.”
“More reason to leave me the hell alone.” She looked around the room for help but there were no sympathetic gazes to be found. “That’s not fair. No one else has had to do double dares.”
“Don’t be a spoilsport, Kay. You’ll like it,” Henry said.
Double homicide would make a great wedding present. Henry and Trent could die together. She glared at each man in turn, ending with Devlin.
Trent said, “If you don’t let Devlin do his dare then you have to stay on that chair for the rest of the night.”
“That wasn’t part of the deal!”
“Those are the rules.”
“What rules?” Kay yelled. When had someone mentioned rules? “You said sit on the chair and I sat. My obligation is over.”
“Ah, but you didn’t move,” Trent said in a mock-sage voice.
“You didn’t add that until later.”
“It was still part of your dare. Since you didn’t do it, this is your consequence.”
“But-”
“Or,” Henry cut her off, “you can strip.”
After all that and she would still have to strip? That wasn’t fair and they knew it. Henry and Trent were jerking her around on purpose. She didn’t know what she had done to get their attention, but she was done playing.
Before she could get up and leave, Devlin was there standing over her. He put his face close to hers and said, “Frankly, I don’t want to be naked in this room full of drunks and neither do you. Let’s just play nice together.”
“I won’t have to do either if I leave.”
“If you do that then everyone will get all uncomfortable and the party might end prematurely. That’s not fair to Trent and Henry. It’s just a fun game between consenting adults. No harm. What do you say?”
She couldn’t say anything since Devlin slipped his hand beneath her skirt and rubbed his finger against her exposed nub.
“One finger only, Devlin!” called one of the guests.
Devlin moved to the side so those sitting directly in front of Kay could see he only used one finger. Kay couldn’t summon up the will to be embarrassed. She stared into Devlin’s eyes and fought her body’s reaction to the dildo deep inside of her and his finger.
She braced her hands on Devlin’s wrist and her breathing grew shallow as she neared her climax. Hers was a losing battle. Whether it was the few drinks she’d had, the cheering crowd, the pink dildo chair, or Devlin, she lost. A sharp gasp with her eyes squeezed shut preceded the tremors that shook her body as she came.
“Way to go, Dev. You get to keep your clothes.”
Kay shoved passed Devlin and ran upstairs to one of the empty rooms, slamming the door in her wake. It would have made more sense to leave the party all together but she didn’t think she was in any condition to drive. Drinking aside, her body wouldn’t stop shaking.
A dildo and a finger attached to one of the sexiest men she’d seen in a long time was all it took. She didn’t know if shame made her shake or the urge to beg him to do more.
“You okay?”
Kay gasped and jerked around, facing Devlin. He closed the bedroom door softly behind him then faced her. “Get out,” she rasped, taking a step back with her arms clutched over her chest.
“You’re upset and embarrassed, I get that. But, they’re just having fun. Most of them are toasted and won’t even remember this tomorrow.”
“What’s your excuse?”
Devlin smiled at her and took another step back. He followed her, stalked her. “Oh, I’m not drunk, if that’s what you’re asking. I haven’t had a drop of alcohol all night since I planned to be sober when I put my hands on your body.”
Kay gaped at him. “You set me up.”
“That we did. I told Henry and Trent my request and they said they’d help me out. I didn’t know how, but I’m not upset with the outcome.”
“What request?”
Devlin pinned her against the wall with his hands on either side of her head. “I came to visit my dear gay brother and his new life partner when they moved in to their new home and was captivated by the luscious ebony vision who had come to help them out.” He moved closer to her. “That’d be you.”
“This isn’t funny. Please move.”
“Imagine my surprise when Henry tells me that you’re single. I’m either the luckiest son of a bitch alive or the men in these parts are blind or both.”
Kay braced her hands on Devlin’s chest and pushed at him. He didn’t move. In fact he got closer. She could feel his arousal through his jeans. A part of her ached to find out how it compared to the dildo. It didn’t matter. Real beat plastic any day of the week.
But she didn’t want Devlin, especially after what he’d done.
He said in her ear, “I asked Trent and Henry to help me out. A simple introduction wasn’t enough since you’re the shy type. I had to get passed your defenses.” He caressed her side then inched her blouse out of the waist of her skirt.
Her whole body turned into one giant nerve when his hand touched her bare skin. She struggled with herself to stay lucid and in control of the situation. “There are other ways to get laid.”
“Oh, this isn’t just about getting laid. I wouldn’t mind, but I’m thinking of something a little more long term.”
She jerked her head up and stared into his eyes. “Are you sure you’re not drunk? We just met. How could you-” She choked to a stop when his questing fingers slid under her bra and teased her nipple.
“I don’t want you for the night, Kay. I want you forever.” He kissed her neck. “Men in my family have a bad habit of falling in love at first sight. It happened to Trent, it happened to our dad and his brothers, it happened to my grandfather and his father and so on. Now, it’s happened to me.”
“This is by far the best pick-up line I’ve heard in a long time.”
Devlin backed away from her, holding her gaze. “You think I’m just doing this to get into your pants?”
“Why else would you spout that line of crap? Or participate in that stupid dare?”
She gasped when he grabbed her and dragged her out of the room. He pulled her past the orgy that had broken out in the living room to his car and then shoved her into the passenger seat.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Taking you home.”
“I didn’t want to do it with you at Trent and Henry’s place and I don’t want to do it at your place either.” That was a lie, but he didn’t need to know that. She was ready to do it in the car if he asked her.
Devlin put the car in gear and drove down the street. “Not my house. Your house. I’m taking you home.”
“And then?”
“Nothing. I’m taking you home.”
She sat in silence as Devlin indeed drove her home. He stopped the car in front of her apartment building and waited. She didn’t ask how he knew where she lived and found it funny that his knowledge didn’t frighten or worry her.
“Goodnight, Kay,” he said in a final voice.
She frowned at him, trying to figure out this new game. He didn’t say anything else. He didn’t even look at her. She got out of the car, closed the door, and he drove off before she could say anything.
This night was too surreal for words. She was the one who’d been molested but he was pissed. That was rich. She went to her bed and dreamed about a green-eyed, black haired god and his magic fingers.
***
“Kay, delivery for you.”
She looked up from her computer and stared at the largest bouquet of sterling roses she’d ever seen in her life. She couldn’t even see her co-worker who carried them. He set them on her desk then circled around them and smiled at her.
“Had a good weekend, I take?”
Kay ignored him and plucked out the card in the middle of the mass of flowers-there were easily three dozen if not more. They were from Devlin. In small boxy letters, Devlin had written two words and then signed his name: I’m sorry.
She flipped the card over then looked at the flowers. That was it-a huge bouquet and an apology.
Her co-worker said, “I don’t know what you did to that man, but make sure you do it again. Sterling roses aren’t cheap. I’m sure this broke that poor man’s bank account.”
Kay didn’t know what to say. She looked over her shoulder at the desk three cubicles away. Henry winked at her then went back to his typing. Somehow she got the feeling Henry, Trent and Devlin were setting her up again.
The next day another three dozen roses arrived, this time they were yellow. The note said “I’m very sorry”.
“Nice roses,” Henry said, coming over to her desk.
Kay shook her head in disbelief. “This has to stop, Henry. Call up Devlin and make him stop. This is embarrassing.”
“I’ll call him but I don’t know what good it’ll do. He said he told you about the men in his family. He wasn’t kidding. Trent didn’t do flowers but he was just as persistent until I caved.” He patted her shoulder. “I’m happier for it.”
She wouldn’t even entertain the idea of a long term commitment with someone she met while sitting on a pink dildo chair two nights ago. There was no way. What would she tell people when they asked how they met?
The next day the roses didn’t show. Kay was on pins and needles waiting for the bouquet, but it didn’t come. A part of her was a little disappointed. She needn’t have bothered with the emotion since the roses were waiting for her at home. She opened her door and was confronted with three different bushels: white, red, and pink. And, the sender waited with them.
Devlin said, “Fifteen dozen roses. One dozen as an apology for every minute you sat on that chair.”
“You didn’t have to do that, Devlin,” Kay whispered, staring at him with an emotion she knew had to be love. It was stupid. She couldn’t love a man she had just met and yet, there was no other explanation for it.
“I think I did.” He crossed the room and closed her front door.
“This is a bit much to get into my pants.”
Devlin backed her up against the door, trapping her with his body. “If I wanted to get into your pants, I would have brought a handful of roses, some cheap champagne, and taken you to dinner.” He waved at the flowers behind him. “This is a marriage proposal.”
“You’re crazy!”
He held out a small velvet box. “I may be but I’m dead serious.”
Kay didn’t take the box, just stared into his eyes.
“Well?”
“Crazy must be catching because I think I’m going to say yes.”
“Think?”
She shrugged and said, “It depends on where you take me for dinner.”
“I hear Vegas is nice this time of year.”