TRUTH OR DARE? by Holden Granger
an interlude from The Unmasking Hour
Tara flopped down on the couch, smelling of sweat and suntan oil. Having just returned from the pool, she wore a bikini covered by a light wrap, just sheer enough to make out the bright red swimsuit beneath it, and the winding floral tattoo that curled up around her thigh ending at the small of her back. Jenna busied herself in the kitchen, mixing a pitcher of margaritas while humming to herself and dancing side-to-side in time with her own music. The blonde hadn’t bothered to put back on her cover-up, exposing her black bikini.
“This is like heaven!” Tara sighed. “Basking in the sun in Miami while back home it’s nothing but gray skies and cold rain.”
“It is awesome, isn’t it?” Jenna said as she poured margaritas for both of them. “I don’t know if I want to take a shower, or nap, or both. We have three hours until Turner and Rob get back.”
The women had taken advantage of some vacation time to accompany their boyfriends to Miami while the men pursued another of their real estate ventures.
“I’m too restless to take a nap,” Tara declared. “I get horny after I’ve been swimming and tanning. If Rob were here, I’d have already jumped him!”
“Well, don’t get any ideas, you’ll have to wait for him.” Jenna was used to her friend’s raging libido, sharing a common wall between their bedrooms in their neighboring apartments back in Union City.
“Maybe you can finally satisfy my curiosity about how Turner finally melted the ice-queen.” Tara said as she ran her fingers through her pixie-short hair, dyed for the moment jet-black with a purple streak.
“I’ve told you enough, you don’t need all the dirty details.” Jenna laughed before taking a long sip of her drink.
“I’ve got an idea,” Tara said with a wicked smile. “What do you say to a little game of truth or dare?”
“What are we, twelve?” Jenna shook her head. “We tell each other everything anyway.”
“Not exactly. There are things about me you don’t know, and I’m sure you have some stories from your pre-Turner repressed days.” Tara said. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”
Jenna took another drink, and considered her entertainment options for the next few hours. “OK, I’ll give it a shot.”
“Yay!” Tara cheered. “But first, we have to have a few rules. There can be no daring someone to tell the truth. You can’t change your choice from dare to truth, or vice versa. Finally, if you renege, you have to be the servant of the challenger for the rest of the trip.”
“Wow, those are serious rules! Now I’m thinking this might not be a great idea.” Jenna said. “You could dare me to do something really insane.”
“Relax, we’ll stipulate no dare can involve anything risky to your physical or emotional health.” Tara answered.
“Did you go to law school while I wasn’t paying attention?” Jenna joked.
“Ready to start? I’ll let you go first, just to help you ease into it.” Tara offered, and took a long sip of her margarita. “I’ll take truth.”
Jenna pondered for a long moment, trying to think of something she’d always wanted to know about her friend.
“OK, who did you lose your virginity to, and at what age?” Jenna sat back and watched her friend’s face.
Tara smiled. “Not a bad question, but I thought I told you this one already. My first was Amy Bradley when I was eighteen.”
Jenna’s eyebrows shot up. “Your first was with a girl? How did that happen?”
“That sounds like another question, you’ll have to wait your turn.” Tara answered. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” Jenna said without thinking.
“Before you and Turner got together, you didn’t seem very interested in dating. What did he do that got you so fired up?”
Jenna took a moment to think about how complete to make her answer. “He knew exactly what kind of kink I was into, and what I really needed sexually.”
It was Tara’s turn to look surprised. “Oh yeah? And what was that?”
“Sorry, wait your turn!” Jenna said with a smug grin. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” Tara answered. “You’re going to have to wait for the rest of the story about Amy and me.”
Jenna was stumped. She looked around the room. The condo had a view the pool area five stories below, and beyond that the ocean. A wide balcony, shaded by the one above, ran the length of the exterior wall and overlooked the pool. After a few moments, Jenna had an inspiration.
“You’re an exhibitionist, take off your clothes and lean over the railing of the balcony and give the people at the pool a nice view for five seconds.” Jenna poured herself another margarita, wondering if her friend would take the dare.
Tara shrugged. “I was thinking of doing that anyway.” She stood and without hesitation whipped off the wrap, and stepped out of the bottoms before reaching back to untie the top. Padding to the sliding door, she pulled it open and walked with no sign of fear to the railing and leaned over, as though looking for someone by the pool.
Jenna rocked with laughter, and counted to five “Mississippi’s” very slowly. “OK, you can come back in. Did anyone see you?”
Tara strode back in, making an exaggerated bow. “No one even looked up! Now it’s your turn, and keep in mind, you’ve set the bar for what kind of dare comes next.”
She sat without bothering to dress again. Jenna had seen her naked often enough not to be too shocked. Tara had often said if it wouldn’t get her arrested, she’d never wear clothes.
Jenna winced, realizing she had boxed herself in. She knew what the next question would be, but also knew a dare would be pretty rough as well. “Truth.”
Tara smiled sweetly. “And exactly what kind of kink turns on our pure and innocent television reporter?”
Jenna took a deep breath. “I like to be tied up and spanked, or whipped.” The words tumbled out, and Jenna felt her face grow hot in a blush. She’d hinted at this to Tara before, but never said it out loud to anyone except the man who had first introduced her to this kind of pain, and Turner who had seen it in her heart. She took another long drink and realized that she was almost two margaritas along.
Tara stared at her with wide eyes. “That’s awesome! And Turner knew without you telling him?”
“He’s a master of that art form,” Jenna answered. “Now for you; truth or dare?”
“I’ll let you satisfy your curiosity. Truth.” Tara took another sip of her own drink and leaned back into the couch.
“How did you wind up losing your virginity to a girl?” Jenna asked.
“Amy was pretty clever. We were having a sleepover, and she suggested we practice kissing with each other so we’d be better at it for our boyfriends. Next thing I knew she had her hand down my pants and I wasn’t in any mood to stop her.”
Tara’s eyes gleamed mischievously. “I told you I liked to play with girls sometimes.”
“Yeah, you did. I just figured you experimented later in life with that.” Jenna said, and realized she was feeling a little light-headed.
“Your turn, truth or dare?” Tara asked.
Jenna thought a moment, and whether it was new-found courage or alcohol, decided to take a chance. “Dare!”
Tara’s grin stretched from ear to ear. “I was hoping you’d choose that! I will challenge you to the same dare you gave me, but with one exception. I want you to go out on the balcony naked, and yell down to the pool. You have to shout ‘Hey, Chip’ and stand there for five seconds.” Tara was leaning forward, her face showing pure delight.
Her mind spinning, Jenna could only think to ask: “Who’s Chip?”
“I doubt there’s anyone named Chip, but that way no guy will think you’re asking him to come up and see you. Get naked, TV girl!” Tara crowed, her own nude body shaking with laughter.
“But what if someone recognizes me, or catches me on their cell phone? It would ruin my career.” Jenna protested.
Tara looked thoughtful. “That’s fair,” she said, and reached into her beach bag, pulling out a giant pair or dark sunglasses. “Wear these.”
Knowing she was stuck, Jenna stood and removed her bikini, and none too quickly. Tara leaned forward and smacked her blonde friend on the ass. “Get a move on! Oh, I forgot you liked that kind of thing.”
Jenna stuck her tongue out at her friend, her heart racing. This would be something entirely new to her. Despite the fact that Turner operated a sex club, she had never exposed herself publicly before. The last few months had been full of new adventures, Jenna thought. Standing in front of the sliding glass door, she turned to her friend one more time, feeling the afternoon sun caressing her body.
“You’re a real bitch, you know that?” she said with a nervous smile as she pulled the door open and stepped outside.
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Rules of the game: Players are asked “truth or dare” and must freely choose one. There must be a stated punishment if the players break this rule or refuse to tell truth or take the dare after choosing.