Dirty (short stories)
The game went on, more dares was done, more truths exposed.
The girl on Liam’s lap kissed his neck once, but he did not react, he kept starring at Sophia.
Sophia’s turn came again.
“Dare,” she said.
Someone dared her to give the guy beside her a lap dance for thirty seconds.
She stood up and the guy grinned hard, she straddled him, rolled her hips slowly, her hands on his shoulders.
Her dress began riding up, the circle cheered her on, Liam watched, his fingers clenched on the floor, his Jaws locked together.