One-shot #1

The Game

Her heart raced inside her chest. A rhythmic beat she could hear inside her ears with every thump. She could hear the guys downstairs laughing and playfully threatening each other as one hand of cards beat another. Amara stood in the kitchen just a few feet from the staircase descending into the basement where Max and his friends were playing poker. Her hands on her hips she argued with herself, knowing good and well the possibility of a negative reaction from Max. The repercussions could be intense and serious.

Her heart still racing She turned and headed back to the bedroom away from the laughter and noise, stopping at the edge of the kitchen unable to make a decision. Defiance taking over her she spun quickly around and headed straight for the basement, her pace quickening with every step she took until she reached the doorway. It was as if someone had shut the door on her. She stopped dead in her tracks frozen in fear as she listened. Her inner monologue long and furious.

"What are you thinking!" "What if he doesn't approve?" "What if he loves me taking the initiative though?" She battled back and forth with herself in her head. "I need a drink!" She thought. She turned on her heels and walked to the fridge. Her favorite bottle of whiskey sat atop it. She pulled the bottle off the fridge spun the cap off and took an overly large shot. The liquor stinging her throat and heating her chest. She could feel it passing down through her chest into her stomach. It burned, but the burn settled her nerves a bit. "Just one more." Her thoughts still dancing as she turns the bottle up again. Slamming the bottle on the table she stood up, the liquid courage coursing through her body as she raked the strings of her hair behind her ear. Her hair long and auburn colored was on the side of her head in a messy bun. It was somewhat naturally curly which gave a classy look to the bun. She stood silent, looking herself up and down. Her shirt was extremely tight-fitting. It came up just above her navel and left little to the imagination of what was under it, especially since she was without a bra. The white cotton strapped tightly to her chest, her nipples showing through with ease. She wore black shorts that barely covered her panties. They rode high up on her showing the cups of her cheeks. Her legs long for a woman standing only 5'3, her thighs thick yet proportionate to her body. The pink on her toes standing out flawlessly against her pale skin. Looking herself over she couldn't help but feel unsatisfied with her attire. Quickly grabbing at her shorts she pulled them to the ground and stepped out of them. Her lace panties pressed against her tight. They weren't thong underwear but they rode up her backside revealing nearly her full cheek. They were a nude color but against her pale skin, they looked like a more tan color.

"Amara!..babe can you come down here?" Max shouted over all the loud voices. Her eyes widening as she's gripped with fear. A fear that tingles her spine. Here she was about to enter a room full of her daddy's friends nearly naked without permission. Her heart racing, pounding even harder than before. Her stomach twisting into knots and falling to her feet the second time he called out.
"Babe!?..come down here for a minute please." He shouted.

It was too late to have a change of heart. She knew better than to keep Max waiting. Even though he was loving, caring and a great provider and protector for Amara.. his punishments were brutal when she was a bad girl. She inhaled deeply filling her lungs with what she hoped was courage and stepped through the door to the basement. She took each step carefully, contemplating what she was doing. She wanted to turn back, wishing she hadn't let her excitement take over her reasoning. One foot then the other. 12 steps were leading down to the landing. At the fourth step from the bottom, she knew Max could see her feet. She stopped at the fourth step, her feet visible to everyone in the room. "Yes, baby?" Amara squeaked trying to sound as normal as possible.

"Come over here for a minute. I need my good luck girl." Max cheered at her.
There was no way around it. She took the next three steps as quickly as possible and stood on the landing. The room fell silent as she felt everyone's gaze upon her although she felt Max's glare more than any. Amara stared at her feet, afraid to look up. You could hear a pin drop, the silence was almost deafening. Her stomach still in knots she slowly brought her gaze up from her feet. She looked first at Jay, Max's lifelong friend. He was a handsome man with a beautiful wife and family. His arms were well defined and his face looked imposing and rugged. Amara noticed his eyes fluttering all over her body. She felt herself moisten at his gaze. A familiar chill crawled up her spine as a fire began to burn in her loins. Her eyes jumped to David next, a co-worker of her daddy's. His eyes were torn between looking at the floor and then at her. He was worried about disrespecting Max but couldn't help but look as Amara's nipples shown through her white shirt erect. Amara bit her lip as her eyes met Max's.