Dwight could hear Jennifer stammering over the phone.
He was already hard again, between K--Esmerelda's tits, and his mind was reeling.
"Too late!" He said. "You get--" It felt good. He didn't know he could get turned on again so fast. But Esmerelda was his dream, and every fiber, every cell of his being wanted her. He took a breath and held back another orgasm. "You get both, Jennifer! For your transformation, you're going to be..." He tried to think, but his eyes were drawn to Esmerelda's breasts, wrapped around his own cock, and...and...
"A COCK, Jennifer!" He shouted. "A fucking cock. Your dare is to go outside right now and fuck the grossest, ugliest man you can in public, and when it's all done you're going to turn into his cock, and everyone is gonna forget you except that you were a fucking whore who fucked a man in broad daylight! Even your parents won't remember you!"
The line was silent, and for a moment Dwight imagined Jennifer's terrified face as she was compelled to go out. The mental image managed to stay the impending orgasm for a minute more as he imagined her forcing some feeble, acne-scarred computer nerd to his back, and laughing...
No, he didn't imagine her laughing. It was a full throated, bitchy laugh.
"Dwight, you fucking moron. You don't get to ask that question. You're not playing."
He stared at the phone for a moment, and then realized--he looked down at Esmerelda. Who had been Kyle. Who had been asked the question last.
Thank god for stupid blonde cheerleaders.
"Transform or dare!" He said, in as loud a whisper he could manage without worrying about his voice making it to the phone.
"Eh?" She asked. "What ju talkin' about?"
"Transform or dare!" He hissed. "Ask--!" No, no, he couldn't come. Not yet. Focus, focus... "Transform or dare! Ask it!" The phone was down by his side--she didn't need to stand or stop or anything to say it, just to pass the curse back to her. Esmerelda would probably do whatever he said, right?
"Ju a kinky one, no?" She rose, and wrapped an arm and a leg around him--with her spare hand, she adjusted her panties and slowly lowered herself onto his cock.
"Transform or dare, papacito."
Roger bit back a laugh.