Mr. J Takes The Dare | Adventures of Amber Skye

The restaurant was loud and busy like it always was. Couples and businessmen filled every table. Waiters buzzed around in an attempt to keep everything under control. I smiled as I sipped my cool drink, feeling very relaxed in the chaos.

In a horseshoe-shaped booth in the corner of the room, I looked over the menu while Mr. J talked about all of the times he had been to the restaurant before and his recommendations. He liked the sound of his own voice, but I didn’t hold it against him. Looking past him, to the third member of our party, I gave a knowing smile. Jules smiled back, brushing her long blonde hair out of her face.

Over the years, Jules and I had gotten to know each other well, and I loved working with her. Though she had been in the US for a while, her Eastern European accent would show when she got excited. Being so bright and bubbly, she got excited frequently.

Though I didn’t let him walk over me, Mr. J practically ordered for us. He was a good man, and I trusted his judgment. The waitress recognized him, so it was clear that he went there as frequently as he claimed. Once the order had been placed, he reached his arms out towards us both. I shuffled in to meet him, and he put his arm around me. Jules did the same.

With his arms around both of us, he smiled to himself. A beautiful woman on each arm is an ego boost for most men, but he seemed to feel particularly powerful by it. His over-inflated ego didn’t bother me, though, I saw it as something to play with. I knew that I could bring him to his knees with the power that I wielded over him and something in Jules’ eye told me that she was thinking the same thing.

“Are you having a good time?” Jules purred at Mr. J. She smiled widely, showing off her perfect lips.

“Wonderful, wonderful,” he declared. “Look at all these uptight business goons,” he said, half to himself. “You don’t think of me as one of them now. Do you? I’m much more fun than that.”

The question was directed at both of us, and we both answered, almost in unison. “Of course not!” We said, humoring him with a friendly giggle.

He laughed to himself and sipped his drink before putting his arm back around me. “Let’s do something fun,” he declared, looking at me as he spoke.

“Sure,” I said, “what did you have in mind?”

“Let’s play dares,” he said, looking at Jules now. “Wouldn’t that be interesting?” He asked her with a smile.

“Yes,” she said with a bright and polite smile, “I think it could be.”

“Me too,” I agreed. “But we can’t have too much fun before our food has even arrived,” I said with a sort of over-exaggerated worry. It got a laugh from Jules, but Mr. J just moved on to whatever he had already been planning to say.

“Dare me,” he said, pointing to himself with his thumb. “I’ll be first; you two can dare me.”

“Hmmm, let me think,” Jules said, rubbing her chin almost comically.

“I have an idea,” I said to Jules, “how about we ask the kitchen for some hot chilies.”

Jules widened her eyes, “a fantastic idea,” she said. “I dare you,” she said melodically to Mr. J, “to eat the hottest chilies that they have.” She clapped her hands when she finished the sentence, almost as if it sealed the dare.

Mr. J smiled. “Fine,” he said as he waved down a waitress. A little platter of chilies was brought out almost right away. “Just the one?” Mr. J asked as he picked up a small green chili with his fork.

“No,” Jules said definitely, “have two at once.”

“As you wish,” Mr. J said with an overconfident smile. Then, without hesitation, he put the two chilies into his mouth. Keeping the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile, he tried his best to show how unbothered he was.


He chewed the chilies confidently for a few seconds, but then the smile disappeared very suddenly as it hit him. It looked like Jules was using all of her self control to hold back her laughter as we watched Mr. J struggling to force down the chilies.

“You can spit them out if you need too,” Jules said sweetly. As she must have known, this just made him more determined to complete the dare. Mr. J was so unwilling to look weak.

I also watched with amusement as his face turned bright red, and tears filled his eyes. Flagging down the waitress, quietly, I asked her to bring some milk urgently.

“Done,” he said confidently, before downing all of the milk that had been placed in front of him. I think he was a little too embarrassed to thank me for it. “Now my turn to dare you,” he said, clearly trying to move on as quickly as possible.

The waiter arrived with our food, and three bowls of pasta were placed down in front of us. We thanked him, then went back to our game. Jules and I both looked at him, waiting for him to reveal his dare. The smell of the pasta was making me hungry, but I wanted to hear his dare first.

“I dare the both of you.” He said, pausing between words for effect. There was a broad smile on his face as he spoke. “I dare you to put your panties into my pocket,” he said with a sizable smug smile on his face.

Jules smiled at me, and I smiled back. We both shrugged before putting our hands up our skirts below the table cloth. Discreetly, I slipped out of them and bunched the lacy pair up in the palm of my hand. Leaning in to kiss his cheek, I slipped the panties into the pocket of his jacket. I glanced over at Jules, who did the same as if it was the most casual thing in the world.

Mr. J laughed to himself, amused by his idea, then ate a forkful of his pasta. I smiled to myself too. There was a glimmer in his eye, a hint of arousal. It confirmed to me that Mr. J was not the one in control, no matter what he believed. It was not uncommon for me to better understand the power I had over a man than he did. As I ate, I glanced over at Jules. She gave me a knowing smile to tell me that she knew what I was thinking and that she agreed.

We laughed together as we ate. The mood was very light as we flirted with Mr. J. I started to pull up the bottom of my dress. Inch by inch, I moved the fabric up my thigh. I could see Mr. J’s eyes wandering down, though he was trying not to stare and to appear cool. The look on his face thoroughly gave away what he was feeling. I could almost read his thoughts.

Jules followed my lead. There was a cheeky smile on her face as she started to pull her skirt up. She glanced up with her large brown eyes at Mr. J, who was watching with a hungry look on his face.

After slowly and teasingly raising my skirt, I stopped just short of showing everything. Jules did the same, and we smiled at each other, pleased with the work that we had done. Mr. J was so wound up with arousal, and he was struggling to hide it now.

Leaning in close, I whispered in his ear. “Do you want to see?” I asked tantalizingly. “Do you want to see...My cunt? Do you want to...Ahh...Feel it?” I whispered breathlessly and erotically as Mr. J fidgeted in his chair. Neither of us had touched him, yet his cock was half hard already. Thank God he had the table cloth to hide it from everyone.

I leaned back to sip my water cooly, and Jules leaned in and started whispering. I had no idea what she said to him, but I swear I saw his cock twitch in his trousers. Jules’ eyes met mine as she spoke softly in his ear, and I grinned at her approvingly. The look on Mr. J’s face was so tense, his jaw was clenched, and his eyes were slightly narrowed with concentration. It was like he was holding back his arousal with all his strength. It seemed to be a battle that he was losing.


I took his hand in mine and started to play with his fingers. His skin was hot to the touch, his arousal coming to the boil. I placed his hand on my thigh, just above the knee, and held it on the soft skin there.

“Would you like dessert?” A waitress asked, her voice cracking through the bubble that we had created. Mr. J almost jumped when she asked the question.

“Yes,” Mr. J said, panicked.


“Would you like to see a dessert menu, or do you know what you would like?” The waitress asked, retrieving a pen from her apron.

“Just, um,” Mr. J hesitated, attempting to seem casual. “Just bring us anything,” he said, trying to get her to leave.

“Anything?” She asked, raising her eyebrows a little but not too shocked.

“Anything,” Mr. J said, finally.

“Okay,” she said before shrugging and walking away.

Breathing heavily, Mr. J turned to me and started to move his fingertips in little circles on my thigh. Jules grabbed his other hand and placed it on her own thigh so that Mr. J was overwhelmed with the feeling of our two soft bodies competing for his attention.

Trying to look as casual as possible for anyone who might walk over, he brushed his fingers against my moist pussy. Gently, he spread the lips apart and smiled. With one hand up my skirt and one up Jules’, he started to play with the honey we were producing.

The waitress appeared with the desserts, three bowls of ice cream. Mr. J thanked her and smiled politely as he slipped a finger into me. I kept my cool, not even flinching as I felt the pleasure of his finger entering me. I heard Jules giggle to herself, though, so I suspect she was trying to cover up a moan herself.

When the waitress walked away, I picked up my spoon casually and tasted the ice cream. Ever since that day, eating ice cream brings back feelings of arousal. Mr. J tried to smile at me teasingly, but I could see how deeply aroused he was by the feel of my waiting pussy.

I took his spoon in my hand. “Since you have your hands full,” I said as I lifted a spoonful of ice cream to his lips. Looking deep into my eyes, he ate the ice cream that I fed him. Then I kissed his cheek with my cold lips.

Jules had her hand on his thigh now too, and she was stroking upwards. Teasingly, she got closer and closer to the bulge in his trousers. He was fully hard now, and his cock was pressing hard against his pants. Through the thin fabric of his dress trousers, I could see a small sticky wet patch. We had aroused him so much, without even touching him, that little bit of pre-cum had leaked through.

I reached my hand out too and pressed my fingertip lightly to the little wet patch. I smiled.

“You’re very excited, aren’t you?” I asked, my voice low and sensual.

“Yes,” he said, a little breathlessly.

“I thought you might be,” I said.

“If you ask nicely,” Jules added, “maybe we’ll give you a little release.”

His eyes widened at the offer as he thought about it. Of course, all three of us knew what he was going to say.

“Go on,” he said, “show me what you can do.” His voice was desperate, but he was not broken enough.

“Ask nicely,” I said in a sweet voice, though the denial must not have felt very sweet to him.

“Please,” he said. The desperation in his voice was barely concealed. He needed what only we could give him.