moan ♡ d.l [#wattys2016]

twenty-three

kyle ^ (always a new guy...)

annnd smut in this chapter

we played an interesting game of truth or dare. a guy named kyle dared me to wear a strippers lingerie. i wore a black laced one.

i sat back down next to sammy after changing. "hey babygirl" his hand flied on my thigh. i smiled at the hand and smiled up to him.

"hey sammy" he had a sexual smirk on, which made me feel some type of way.

i looked around the sircle seeing derek staring at me with dark lust eyes. i smirked at him as people sat back down on their places. every guy stared at me, their eyes having sexual fantasies playing in their minds.

"let's cont- woah jovana" i heard a familiar voice say. jack.

"hey, didn't know you were here" i smirked at him as i saw his eyes travel at my chest.

"yeah, you were too drunk to see anybody" he chuckled looking back in my eyes. he tried so hard to keep his eyes in mine, but he didn't succeed.

"oh okay, let's continue guys" i spoke and patted the seat next to me for jack. "okay so my turn"

"jack," i continued, "truth or dare?"

"dare" i smirked devilishly before continuing.

"have 7 minutes in heaven with someone who isn't madison and who is hottest in this sircle" i still had the devilish smirk on my face.

his lips curled a smirk and he stared at every girl in this sircle. "you" he motioned at me.

wait... at me? what the hell?

he grabbed my hand and leaded me to the private rooms. i hesitated and i wasn't sure do i want to, i mean he had a girlfriend and now that i am with him, i feel guilty. i let go of his hand and tap his shoulder.

"i'm sorry, but i-i can't do this... you should leave jack" i said and ran back to the sircle.

"i'm not playing" my hands flew to my hair as i spoke. i felt a hand on my shoulder trying to calm me down.

"let's go and drink" kyle whispered in my ear. i nodded my head and we walked to the bar.

"oh, look at the bad ass with the 8 shots. you became a stripper" a whor- i mean stripped smirked.

"at least i don't work in a strip club" i smirked back as kyle chuckled.

"but bitch, you are a street whore, ever heard of that?"

"but bitch, i don't get raped every other day by old and crusty ass men. give me another 8 shots" my smirk possibly grew bigger as she scoffed and began pouring liquid on the small shot glasses.

i stared at the glasses carefully, waiting for a poison to drop in there. you never know, she could have some poison.

gladly she didn't pour anything in the glasses and handed me the tray. i let a teeth showing smile and took the not-so-big tray and walked to a table. i sat on a long chair and waited for kyle to arrive. he had beer on his hand.

he finally sat down on the long chair and he opened the beer.

"chug down till i count to 5, i take a shot. drink slowly, they have to 8 chugs, okay?" i somewhat explained.

he smiled and nodded. he opened the glass bottle's cap with a cap opener. he started drinking, i started counting.

after 5 small seconds he let the beer on the table and shook his head cause of the burning liquid. i smiled in accomplishment (writing skills 6/5) and stared at my first shot.