Dare: The Waiter (erotica‪)‬

Five friends dare each other to commit a specific sexual act within a week, in celebration of the first among them to get married. Lacey has to have sex with a stranger. Luckily, the hot waiter who keeps eyeing her fits that description.

This is the fifth story in the Dare series.

Warning: This short story is suitable for 18+ only. It features explicitly hot sex in public with a stranger, and another stranger...

Excerpt:

She turned the napkin face down and slid it out between their drinks. "Here's the rules. Everyone will pick a number, one through five, and I'll get what's left. Then I'll turn the napkin over and we'll see what we have to do before we get together again next Saturday at my bridal shower."

Each girl called out a number, then Heather flipped over the napkin. Lacey leaned over to read hers and sighed. Sex with a stranger. That one shouldn't be too hard, compared to the others. And there were no rules the stranger couldn't be a biker, so maybe she could take care of two fantasies at once.

Then the young waiter walked past, catching her eye and smiling. On the other hand, there was no time like the present. "I'll be right back," she called out over the loud music and laughter in the club.

She pushed through the tightly-pressed bodies in the direction he had gone, batting off a stray pinch on her ass as she rose on her toes to look for the waiter's head. He had been swallowed up by the writhing mass of partying people.

Just when she was ready to give up, a voice spoke close to her ear, sending shivers over her skin. "Can I help you find someone?"

She turned and looked straight into the bluest eyes she had ever seen. The waiter's eyes. "I need a favor."

He smiled. "Sure. What's up?"

Rising on her toes, she spoke in lower tones. "Can we go somewhere quiet? I don't want to yell it in here."

Nodding, he took her hand and pulled her toward the back of the building. Opening the door hidden behind black curtains, he led her into the alley. "Okay, you don't have to yell now."

No, but she did have to look into those eyes, shadowed though they were by the night. What the hell, she should just blurt it out before she lost her nerve. If he laughed, she could just ask the girls to go somewhere else on Fridays. "I want you to fuck me."

There she did it. And he just stood there looking at her. Was she that unappealing? She wasn't a virgin for God's sake. "Look, it's okay. I didn't mean anything by it." She turned to go back inside.