<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Andale Mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/92/7d/e2/927de217484b4870a693efc579df1c0c.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name:</strong> James Richards (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12801550#msg12801550)<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | C.E.O. of Fhloston Inc.<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3 | 11 p.m.<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen <br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> All Black Everything (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/92/7d/e2/927de217484b4870a693efc579df1c0c.jpg) <br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> <strong>Truth/Dare/Shots - Group 1</strong> Caroline Wafford, Amor Ocampo, Aiden Jones, Hailee Spencer <strong>Mentioning:</strong> Not Applicable<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Not Applicable </span><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">With everyone in accordance with each other, James shifted from where he lazed leisurely against the kitchen’s marble island in order to lead the way into the adjoining living room. He took a seat on the camelback styled couch, designed to seat two, and patted the empty space next to him in the hopes that one of the ladies would accept his silent invitation. <br/><br/>James did not bother to conceal the lopsided smirk forming at his mouth after he voiced the first question of the evening. From Amor’s taken aback expression, he imagined she did not suspect him to take the plunge into personal questions so quickly. <br/><br/>Or maybe she imagined, as her superior, he would not overstep the invisible boundary with her. Fuck that. He brought the beer to his mouth, taking another deep swig of its cool contents, and waited to see if she would answer his question or escape responding through choosing a shot of alcohol. <br/><br/>In truth, he had no idea if Amor had been intimate with the other woman or not. However, the consequences did not outweigh the payout. It only meant he would have to wait until the next round to ask another question or give someone a dare. <br/><br/>The risk proved worth it when Amor described in vivid detail how she tasted CJ’s pussy for the first time. It only further added to his enjoyment of the retelling when it became all too clear that the deed did not take place behind closed doors. His cock hardened underneath his black slacks, and he did not bother to hide the reaction. Neither did he seek to relieve it either. <br/><br/>“You have set the bar high, Ms. Ocampo,” James complimented with a few claps of his hands together once she reopened her eyes to face her audience. <br/><br/>Faint disinterest shadowed his eyes when Aiden accepted Amor’s dare to shed all of his clothing and keep it off for the remainder of the game. Still, if it amused the women in attendance, he was not going to ruin their enjoyment by being a spoilsport.<br/><br/>“I’ll admit, I am pleased with this dare. I was feeling under-dressed,” James said in a teasing tone to the other man before Hailee hopped up from her seat. <br/><br/>And yet, he had little to no interest in spending the next fifteen minutes watching Aiden get undressed by the women. Best to get it over with. He rose from his comfortable seat, handing his beer to Caroline, before he made his way across the small space to join the duo. <br/><br/>“I might be of some assistance,” he whispered against Hailee’s ear, breath brushing her earlobe, as he crowded behind her blonde woman. His close proximity basically sandwiched her body in between Aiden and himself. If his arousal from Amor’s naughty story was not noticed before, it was certainly felt now. “You didn’t specify who could help after all. Think of me as your butler…” James lifted Hailee’s navy blue shirt and glided his fingers tenderly across the flat expanse of her stomach. He did not longer long, as tempting as it was, since he undertook the task of undoing Aiden’s belt. <br/></span>