How would you like to be in the middle of this contest?
Tristan grinned, his eyes dark with evil promise. “How about a little friendly competition, Dan?”
Dan’s eyes narrowed as he finally looked up at Tristan. “What kind of competition?”
“Two fifteen-minute rounds for each of us to see who can make Brandilynn come the most. We start together to get her warmed up first, and then take turns.”
Oh. Oh. Oh my goodness. Did I hear that right?
A grin to match Tristan’s for wickedness spread over Dan’s face. “It doesn’t sound like there are any real losers in this contest.”
“That’s the beauty of it. The winner has bragging rights, and everyone has fun. What do you say?”
Dan rose from his seat and held out his hand. “May the best man win.”
They shook on it. To say I was thrilled with the idea might be understating the situation.
Tristan said, “There’s only one rule. No vibrators. Otherwise, all other toys and bondage instruments that she hasn’t placed limits on are fine. Brandilynn, flip a coin to determine who gets the first round.” He dug a quarter out of his pocket.
I stood and tossed it into the air. “Call it, Dan.”
Heads it was. I was already wet in anticipation.
I stood in front of them, quivering in excitement. This promised to be so much fun.
Tristan smirked at me wiggling in anticipation. “You understand what’s going to happen here? No requesting permission to come. You get off as fast and as much as you want.”
And it wasn’t even my birthday. “Yes Sir!”