"God, you're so smug, you're so pleased with yourself, aren't you Jennifer?"
Jennifer listened to the harsh voice on the other end of the line, but for some reason couldn't respond, couldn't even move. This is his minute, she thought to herself.
He has a minute to dare me, otherwise I'm off the hook. Suddenly she felt her first dose of true terror. This was real, she thought. This is really real!
"You think you're God's gift to men. That you're so much better than everyone else because you look good. Christ, I bet you only chose dare because you were
worried that I'd change something, even just a beauty mole, on your precious perfect body. Am I right? Well, I think it's about time you start letting everyone know
what you really think about yourself. I think you should consider new ways of expressing your own feelings of self-importance, just to make sure nobody misses it.
So Jennifer-"
She felt her heart stop, and, for a moment, her mind go completely blank as the words he spoke were embedded deep in her brain.
"-I dare you to fake the loudest, sluttiest, most obnoxious orgasm you can muster whenever you hear anyone say your name, always making it quite clear during the
outburst that it is your own name that is giving you so much pseudo pleasure."
Jennifer felt the words flooding the inside of her skull, pumping through her veins, her lungs, making her bones ache and pulse with the terrible rhythm of the
syllables.
Then, as quickly as it had come, the feeling was gone. And she felt normal again. Almost good.
"You asshole! You fucking pervert!" she screeched into the phone. "Like I would ever believe this totally lame story! I just played along so I could find out just
how much of a pervert you really are. And now that I know, do you know what I'm going to do? Make your life a living hell, that's what! That's right. Everyone at
school is going to find out what a pervert you are, do you here me? Everyone at school is going to hear about this!"
"Oh, I'm positive everyone is going to hear about this," Kyle replied smugly across the line. Then added, "Jennifer."
"You're damn right they...Mmmm, I feel so hot," she breathed into the phone. Her voice was a kitten; high pitched and squeaky, a teenaged girl losing her virginity
amidst a symphony of mousy moans and squeals. Immediately she felt embarrassed, but she couldn't stop. "My name, uhhh, I'm almost there, I'm almost there, my
name is so...so sexy! My name is so...oh God! OhGod!OhGod!OhGod! I'm cumming! Uhhhhh! I'm cumming! Jennifer! Oh God, Jennnnniiiiifffeeeeerrrrrr!"
She dropped the phone, heard it clank against the tiled floor below, as she called her own name out in fake climax and clutched her breasts, squeezing them as her
hips involuntarily shook and gyrated like some cheap hooker. But she didn't feel anything except humiliation. She wasn't having an orgasm, or even close to it. She
was only faking one.
Jennifer Smith had never faked an orgasm in her life. If her boyfriend wasn't doing the job, he damn well knew it. But now, here she was, actively performing for
the amusement of her audience. And she didn't feel like a puppet, or some zombie slave. It felt like she was choosing to do this herself, that she was simply
choosing to fulfill the obligation of the dare, and thus was personally selecting the best way to carry it out. And that made it even worse.
--I dare you to fake the loudest,--
"OHHHHH! OH GOD! UHHHHOHHHHHGOD!" She gasped and screamed over and over again as she fell to her knees.
--sluttiest,--
"My cunt is so hot!" she declared as she began grinding her crotch into the cold floor beneath. "My beautiful sexy name makes my cunt so hot and wet!"
--most obnoxious orgasm you can muster--
"Oh God! My tight cunt is so sloppy wet it feels like I just pissed myself! UHHHHHHH! Jennifer! Jennifer! Jennifer! UGGGHHHHHH!"
No, Jennifer had never faked an orgasm, let alone multiple orgasms, but she just kept going. Every time she heard herself scream her own name she started into the
whole act again, getting dirtier and dirtier as she flailed about on the hard kitchen floor, until finally she became so exhausted she forgot to shout it out, and finished
the act panting with her bare ass sticking in the air, the skirt flipped up over her back, grinning like she had just had the best fuck in her young life.
From the receiver lying next to her, she could hear Kyle laughing...