Saturday, October 3, 2015
8:40 a.m.
I’d slept over at my cousins’ place and woke up way too early, my body still heavy with sleep. I had zero interest in lying in bed waiting for everyone else to get up, so I got up, threw on a bikini, and headed straight for the pool area.
I stretched out on some random lounge chair, picked my alt-rock playlist, put my headphones on, and closed my eyes. I just lay there, zoned out, enjoying the moment alone. It felt so good doing nothing… just feeling my body relax while the sun hit my skin nice and warm, that light early-morning heat that warms you without burning.
Out of nowhere, I felt someone sit down on the chair next to mine. I opened my eyes slowly and it was Diego, wearing that face like he was already up to some shit. He stayed quiet for a few seconds, just watching the kid cleaning the pool nearby. Then he muttered, real low:
“Rafa, you ever notice Iuri?”
I pulled one earbud out and frowned, totally lost.
“What the hell are you talking about? I didn’t hear shit…”
“Iuri, Rafa. What do you think of him?” he said, pointing at the guy a few yards away, bent over the pool, scrubbing the edge with a brush.
I glanced over quick. The kid was tall as hell, easy 6'3". Just wearing a speedo, no shirt, skinny as fuck for his height, like a beanpole with his ribs showing. Honestly, he wasn’t attractive at all. Definitely not my type. Not fucking happening.
“Answer me, Rafa. Would you fuck him?”
I laughed out loud and threw my head back.
“Oh, come on, Diego, be serious! Of course not!” I shot back, still laughing, and looked away, leaning back on the chair like the conversation was over.
But Diego wasn’t letting it go. He shifted in his seat and lowered his voice, using that tone I knew way too well.
“You remember Paulo, right?” he said, meaning that big Black guy from the gym.
Of course I remembered him. How could I not? The memory hit me hard right then. Even though I’d been basically forced to fuck the guy, damn… it had been intense and fucking hot.
“Iuri’s probably hung like him. You ever think about that?”
“No, Diego,” I answered flat, not even looking up. I felt heat creeping up my neck, but it wasn’t arousal. It was irritation mixed with shame. Messing with the help was way over the line for me. If my dad found out, he’d fucking strangle me. My stomach actually turned just thinking about it.
He paused, smiled that sly little grin that gave me chills down my spine, and said slowly:
“Truth or dare?”
My heart kicked into overdrive. I already knew where this was going.
“Ah, no, Diego… not him! Don’t even start.” My voice came out louder than I meant, almost a nervous little yelp. Fuck, the guy was the gardener’s son. My cousin had to be fucking with me.
Messing with the staff was straight-up trouble. If my dad even imagined something like that, he’d eat me alive.
“Answer, Rafa. Truth or dare?”
“What if I say ‘truth’… what’s it gonna be?” I asked, actually thinking about picking truth this time, even though I knew it could be way worse than whatever dare he cooked up.
“Then I’m going hard on you.”
I let out a nervous laugh, short and shaky, louder than I wanted, echoing across the empty pool deck.
“Hard how??”
“You don’t wanna know, Rafa…”
He stared off for a second, thinking. Then he dropped it, that pervy little smirk on his face:
“If you really wanna know, you little slut… I’m taking you to the bathroom by the laundry room. You go in, take your bikini top off, get on your knees on the cold floor, tits out, just waiting. Then I go grab Iuri, tell him there’s a ‘little surprise’ waiting for him in there. When he opens the door and sees you, I tell him to drop his trunks and fuck your mouth right there.”
He paused, eyes shining with pure filth.
“Picture you sucking that big sweaty Black dick… Bet it reeks like hell. The guy’s been working in the sun all morning, imagine!”
He stopped to watch my disgusted face. He knew I hated stinky dicks, and kept going:
“And I stand in the doorway filming the whole thing on my phone, real close, you know? Catching every detail. I even ask Iuri where he wants to cum: on your face, down your throat, or maybe bending you over against the wall, one leg up like a street whore. What do you think, huh? So… what’s it gonna be… truth or dare?”
I laughed nervously and ended up choking on my own spit. I threw my head back on the lounge chair, staring at the blue sky without really seeing anything, just trying to process the insanity.
“Fuck, Diego… that’s messed up! Either way I’m gonna have to fuck the guy…” The words came out low, almost to myself.
My stomach flipped hard. My face burned so bad I knew it was tomato-red. I laughed again, but this time it was straight panic.
He let out a loud laugh, then stared at me, eyes full of straight-up evil.
“Obviously, slut… no way out. Either you do it willingly, on your own… or it happens anyway. Your call, Rafa. Answer: truth or dare?”
I stayed quiet for a few seconds, heart pounding in my chest. I looked at Diego, then at Iuri still bent over, scrubbing the edge of the pool, completely clueless about any of this.
“Dare,” I finally answered, voice coming out quieter than I wanted.
Diego grinned, satisfied, in a way that made the back of my neck prickle.
“Good girl. So the dare’s simple: you go up to Iuri right now, start talking to him like it’s the most normal thing in the world. After a couple minutes, you say you’re hot and ask if he wants to help put sunscreen on your back. Real slow, real slutty. And when he’s rubbing it on you… you turn around, look him in the eye and whisper if he wants to fuck you right there by the pool.”
My eyes went wide.
“No, Diego! Be serious! You’re out of your fucking mind!” I almost yelled, voice high and shaky.
But he didn’t even blink. Just kept staring at me with that calm face, studying my panic.
“You said you’d take the dare… you gonna back out now?”
To be continued...