THE DARE (G!P Freenbecky)

Chapter 2

Freen had come down the few steps into the large family room just in time to see the black-haired dancer flash her breasts to the crowd of frenzied men. And her first thought was, when the hell did I ever see this in the Victoria's Secret catalog?

Her Friend Anda was terrified enough of getting married in the morning. She didn't need anything like this to get her into trouble or help her along the path towards doing something profoundly stupid. Lookkaew would be brokenhearted if she thought she'd even considered cheating on her.

As the crowd parted to let her determined body through, the dancer turned, stopped, faced her, and threw her bra into the crowd.

She reached up, caught it, headed straight over to the coffee table, and took the half-naked woman into her arms, heaved her up over her shoulders, and stalked out of the family room, down the hall, towards her den.

"Hey!" Becky said, wriggling in her grasp. "Let me down, you....you.....cavewoman!"

She set her down in the den, and she promptly turned and ran outside the room, down the hall, and back towards the party.

Freen set off in hot pursuit.

When Freen found her, Becky was drinking a glass of punch that the bartender had handed her, and her bra was somehow miraculously back in place, covering those breasts. Just when had she gotten her bra away from her?

Freen's eyes narrowed as she studied her. As annoyed as Freen was at her actions, she had to admit she had pretty magnificent breasts.

"Just what do you think you were doing up there?" Freen said, her tone low and even, her temper firmly under control.

"She was dancing, dude," Said the young blond bartender, a look of absolute worship in his hazel eyes. "And doing a damn fine job of it too, if I might say so."

"Where's Anda?" Freen asked.

"She's asleep in the La-Z-Boy chair," the dancer said, and Freen glanced at her. She liked her voice, even though she didn't want to. Low and soft and sexy.

"How do you know Anda?" Freen asked the dancer.

Becky hesitated. She had a feeling that if she didn't think fast, her cover was about to be blown. And so would the wedding, because no one would marry a woman who would stoop to spying on them!

"I was introduced to her when we first arrived," She said, thankful that she'd been able to come up with an excuse that fast. "I thought you wanted us to have a little harmless fun with her later, but she looks pretty wasted."

"She's terrified of getting married tomorrow," Freen said through clenched teeth, "And Anda doesn't need to be pushed over the edge with a little number like the one you were doing up on that coffee table.

"Wow," Becky said. "Sorry," She might have sounded quite sincere, and the matter totally laid to rest, but some little demon forced her to add, "I just don't know what happened, they just sort if....jumped out. A will of their own, you know."

The bartender laughed, a snorting sound, as he turned away. Several of the men around them grinned, and Freen reached for her arm.

"Ah, ah, ah! You can look, but you can't touch."

Freen stepped back, "I hired all of you with the stipulation that this party remain-"

"Tame?" Becky supplied the word for her, a little devil driving her. How dare this stuffed shirt ruin one of the most fun nights of her life! She was taking something that had been adventurous and exciting and turning it into something sordid.

Freen hesitated.

"Boring?" Becky added, then took a sip of punch.

"You," Freen said, "have quite an attitude."