As last orders approached they started to play Spin-The-Bottle for drinks. Mike, the manager, was called over and the guys bought a rather large bottle of tequila and a bunch of shot glasses. Each person took it in turn to spin the bottle and whoever it landed on had to throw back a shot. Landing it on yourself meant you had to take a double. KT managed to land it on herself once and, by the time the place started to empty, she was feeling a little tipsy (to say the least!)
As the last of the customers left Mike, the landlord, came over and said that he was happy for us to stay and play; seems they guys were good mates of his, and they invited him to join, "But we're raising the stakes now," they said. Mike grinned and brought over another bottle of tequila.
The bottle was spun and it landed on Henry. Jake had spun it so he chose to ask him a question: "What's your dirtiest, nastiest dream?". Henry didn't half cherry-up. He was the captain of the rugby club but eventually he related a dream where, after a winning match, he goes to the visitors changing room by mistake. He's in the shower before he realises but, by then, trapped and naked. The other team grab him and laugh, "You might of fucked us on the field but we're going to fuck you here!" before he's gang raped by the other team.
Henry spun the bottle next and it landed on me. Still humiliated from his own confession he asked me the same question. Being just a little bit drunk, and having just heard his confession, mine sort of slipped out. It was something of an erotic nightmare triggered by a story I'd read on the internet. A girl (me) goes clubbing but blacks out towards the end of the night. When I awake I'm hanging by my wrists from a hook in a barn, totally naked. A guy comes in and tells me he has good news and bad. The good news is that I've not been touched, yet. The bad news being that we're ten miles from anywhere. More guys arrive and they get me down and have their way. When they're all spent they bring in the faarms animals. Enough said. I left the guys with their chins almost on the floor.
Once they'd finally recovered their composure Adrian announced it was time to move on to the stripping part of the game. He span the bottle and it landed on Mike, who dutifully removed his shoes. I breathed a sigh of relief; at least shoes counted! Chaz managed to get Terry to take his shoes off then I lost my shoes to Terry.
I span the bottle and it landed back on me. I think my heart stopped for a good 10 seconds. There was a roar from the guys, "Two off! Two off! Two off!" Eventually my heart started beating again. This hadn't been the idea! I'd wanted to feel a little dirty and flirt. "Up you get KT, two items off!"
Slowly I stood up, much of the drunken haze rapidly burning away, and took hold of the hem of my top. Closing my eyes I pulled it up and over my head, dropping it to my side. The guys were whistling and grunting as my hands flew to cover my breasts. My heart was now racing faster than a runaway express train as the cat-calls turned into a call for a second piece of clothing. The rules are the rules, they insisted.
After a couple of minutes of being taunted I dropped one hand and unclasped the skirt, released it, and let it fall to the ground as I quickly sat down, covering my bush with the hand that I'd used to do the dirty work. I now realised the error of my ways in selecting that outfit. Most the guys still had socks, hoodies/jackets, tops, trousers and probably underwear to go whilst I was naked. I felt extremely stupid and vulnerable. The game went on, more of the guys losing shoes and even socks before the bottle landed on me again.
To be continued
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