Her Dirty Little Games
“Rules are simple… if you refuse a truth or dare, you drink. And no chickening out.”
I sighed, shaking my head. “You’re all a bad influence.”
Sandra winked. “We know.”
We sat cross-legged on the carpet, forming a messy circle. “Okay,” Sandra said, spinning an empty bottle in the center. “Let’s see who goes first…”
The bottle stopped… pointing directly at me.
Of course.
All three of them screamed. “Mila!”
“Alright, alright,” I said, laughing. “Truth.”
Amara leaned forward, her eyes gleaming mischievously. “When was the last time you…” she paused, grinning wickedly “...had an orgasm?”