© 2007 Zenobia Renquist

“Sit! Sit! Sit! Sit!” the crowd in the room chanted.

Kay could barely hear it over her own mind screaming, SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!

Henry was a dead man.  He’d invited her to this mixed bachelor party with the promise that she’d have fun.  It was mixed because the couple was two guys.  Rather than having two parties, they had one big one.

Everything started off great-music, laughter, drinking, and fun-until Henry and Trent, the happy couple, opened their bachelor gifts.  One particular gift-a pink blow up chair in the shape of a hand with a thick, long dildo in the middle-had sparked a game of Dare or Consequences.  The person had to do the dare or face the consequences.

In Kay’s case, it was six of one and a half dozen of the other.  She had to either impale herself on the chair-that would be the dare-or go without clothes for the rest of the party-that would be the consequences and the party promised to last for another five hours.

There was no doubt in her mind that the people present would enforce the consequences of a failed dare.  Casey, one of Trent’s transsexual friends, sat in all her…his glory after refusing to do body shots from a female guest’s crotch-minus her underwear.

Casey didn’t seem the least bit uncomfortable with his man-made D-cups and generous package on display for the world to see.  Kay knew she wasn’t that nonchalant.  She also knew she didn’t want to sit on a dildo for the viewing pleasure of her companions.  She’d just met some of these people a few hours ago.

Kay called over the shouted encouragement, “How long do I have to sit on it?”

She was actually entertaining it.  But, a little dildo action was better than nudity.  A little birdie told her the night would get wilder before it was over and she didn’t want to be naked when that happened.

“Just yank down your pants and sit on it,” Trent said. (more…)