<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/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/melody%20sweets_zpsa6dw1xuc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sarah Levitz<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee - Embarkation Agent<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 3 | Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Game Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Red Blouse, Blue Scarf, Black Skirt and Flats<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Charlie, Gabriel, Marco (Group 3)<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Major Erotic Fantasy (Sorry If I'm Out of Turn But I Will Give the Boys Time to React After This)<hr/><br/>Sarah's jaw dropped as she heard the question. Charlie sure didn't waste time. For a minute, the curly-haired brunette thought about getting up and running away, but then she remembered why she signed up in the first place. So she didn't expect it to get heavy this early - well it did, and she'd just have to go with it. After all, they'd know each other really well soon enough anyway.<br/><br/>"OK..." she started as she fidgeted a bit and poured herself another drink. And yes, Charlie was right. It did go down easier the second time. And it gave her time to try and pick what was her hottest fantasy. Way too much of her time (pre-trip anyway) seemed to be spent with her hands in the shower, so there was a lot to choose from. She closed her eyes, pretended it was shower time, and started reciting what she visualized.<br/><br/>"So here I am in one of those fancy nightclubs. You know - the kind where the guys all wear suits and ties and the girls wear dresses with their finest jewels, and crystal chandeliers are shining from the ceiling, and the bar's made of teakwood, and they serve drinks like Old Fashioned's and Sidecars and real Martinis with the olive and everything. Well, it's Saturday night, and the house is packed wall to wall... and there I am in front. I'm standing in front of the mic holding on for dear life and there they all are clapping for me. I've got one of those Little Black Dresses on, festooned with sequins, and here I am looking out onto a sea of people, and I have no idea exactly what it is that I'm supposed to do, but I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to do<em>something</em>.<br/><br/>"Then the piano guy starts playing. And the music gets going..." She nodded her head in time just thinking about it. "And I don't recognize it, but it's familiar - you know, the way that you sort of remember a dream but can't quite pull it off... And then it comes to me. It's that Divinyls song -  I Touch Myself (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FoLI9FHmV90). I mean it's brassy and sultry and all Swing-Era like, but that's what it is. 80s hit and all. And... when you think about what's going on in reality, maybe it's not so far afield a choice as it sounds."  Returning back from fantasy to reality for a second here, Sarah's cheeks flushed with color, but of course, her eyes were still closed, so if there was a reaction, she wasn't in a position to see it.<br/><br/>"So I start singing. Now in real life, I'm no Peggy Lee, but here I just... sell it." Despite the fact that she's had this particular daydream more than once, she still sounded surprised. "I mean, I'm hot, I'm smoky, I'm hitting all the high notes, I've got them eating out of the palm of my hand. One minute I'm leaning and winking, the next I'm rolling around on the piano. Then I'm out flirting in the audience, tickling chins, blowing kisses, the whole nine yards. And then...<br/><br/>Then there's this blonde. Now, it's not like there's never been guys in my fantasies - there's been more than enough to make a girl very happy over the years, but you wanted the hottest one so... well... this time it's a she, and she's a blonde in something red and slinky. I take her hand, and, for no reason I can understand, or at least no reason I admit I understand, I lead her back up to the stage. Only it's not a stage anymore, it looks more like a bedroom, especially with a four-poster bed. And while I might not be able to figure out what's going on,<em>she</em>certainly does, and it only takes her a minute to push me down on the bed and start peeling off the LBD.<br/><br/>"And suddenly here I am trying to get her out of her dress, shivering like it's three degrees outside, feeling her up every which way, and planting the deepest kiss I can imagine and through all this<em>I'm still singing.</em>The piano - and the guy at the piano is still there. The crowd is still there watching as she's kissing and licking her way downwards, practically chewing my bra off, doing things to my... tits that defy all description. And of course that isn't enough, so she heads further downwards, I don't quite know how the crowd can tell the song from the moans, but obviously they do, or maybe they just don't care at this point, maybe I don't either by the time she gets to pulling off my panties so I can feel her breath right on my snatch, her fingers tickling my lower lips just like the pianist is tickling the ivories, though I don't think he's using his tongue.<em>She</em>sure is. And all I can think is OH GOD OH GOD... and I'm still singing and who knows what's going to climax first, me or the Divinyls." Sarah's own voice was tipping up an octave or two. Sweet memories of things that only happened in her mind were still having their effect.<br/><br/>"But it turns out it's a tie. My orgasm gets a standing ovation. And then I open my eyes and there's my hands between my legs as the water from the shower courses over me and I realize I must have been in there at least half an hour." Sarah stopped to catch her breath and open her eyes. She looked around, unconsciously registering that she's broken into a sweat and her hands have strayed perilously close to where they usually headed when she had these kinds of moments. "Well," she concluded as she tried her best to get back to where she started, glancing at each of the three in turn, "I hope that was what you had in mind, Charlie." Turning to the man to her left, she nodded and asked, "Gabriel, right? Well I guess it's your turn - Truth or Dare?"<br/>