The m**********n Game.

Chapter Eight- Denny's Darling

It was over 80 degrees and the sun hit my exposed shoulders, burning them to the white meat.

I was hesitant to walk through those double doors with that taunting "Pull to open" sign on the glass of the windows.

I could just want to stand here. Even though I might be seen as a complete weirdo for doing so.

I sigh and inhale, walking inside. Feeling the chill and smelling the fresh oak farm sausage being cooked in the kitchen. I look around to the sides of each section of the restaurant that looked to be packed. Friendly faces everywhere and smiling families.

I finally look to the back near the wide glass window and I breathed in as I saw Ally sitting there at the booth. I could see her shaven legs and a short black skirt that rose when she crossed her legs.

Her breasts were even clutched up by the red push up bra that could be seen through her white v-neck.

I breathed in, walking slowly to her and she looks up smiling.

An excited smile and it's also charming.

I sit down and grab the menu that's already laid for me and I look at it, scanning it mildly. My heart was pounding in my chest. I could also feel myself sweating.

She whispers, "They are on your right."

I open the large menu and peek over to the side.

They were formal yet, casually dressed up. Very impressively I might add.

One had light brownish hair with a tattoo that was on his wrist and the other was blonde and muscular. They both were sorta muscular and sat up tall confidently. I never saw them before so I knew they didn’t go to our school. I don’t even believe they ARE in school.

My body tenses.

I look above my menu and she's biting her bottom lip looking at the guy with the blonde hair who’s eyeing at her. His hand is on his crotch and gently rubbing his showing tip through his dark blue jeans.

Then I look at the one with the light brown hair and he's staring solemnly at my exposed legs. I knew my face was flushed and I couldn’t take the tension. His heated stare that I could feel stabbing into me.

I look down at the menu, placing my eyes on that funny looking pancake made into a smiley face with the bacon and eggs.

Suddenly, I hear their chairs slide on the white tile floor. They were getting up.

Now I want to run. Their presence could be entirely felt.

They are right there hovering over us and I hear one of them say, "How are you lovely girls doing?"

I realized that's the guy with the brown hair's voice. I looked at Ally over my menu and she looking at the blonde like he was all she needed for breakfast. She was hungry for him and it was striking how her glance was almost hypnotizing. Electric filling their eyes as they both wanted each other.

"We are doing great. Have a seat," She giggles.

They both sat down and I could smell their cologne waft into my nose.

Ally scoot over for the blonde to sit next to her and I scoot over as the other guy sat beside me. I closed the menu and Ally clears her throat sitting up straight, smiling--still-- widely.

"Money on the table first," She assures.

They dug into their wallets and they both pulled out a roll of money that was loaded with 10s and 20s, sitting it on the table nonchalantly.

It had to be more than 400 dollars each and my eyes widened.

But Ally isn't too pleased.

"A little bit more than that," she rolls her eyes like it was just pathetic pieces of paper, but they don't mind and pull out another roll.

Now she's happy.

"Welcome to the m**********n Game," she greets.

"Kalie, this is James and Carter," She introduces.

I blush because I can feel Carter's hand on my thigh.

"H-Hi," I wave a little with a slight smile.

"Today we will be seeing who has the most magic through their fingertips. Do you know how to strum a c**t like an old-timey guitar? BUT...Carter, be a little more gentle with our friend Kalie. We don't want to rip her hymen," she continues, "You will finger us both under the table. So, that means whoever, Kalie or I, cums first, the lucky champ wins a golden ticket. No faking and finger licking is required."

What the hell? Ticket? What is the ticket for?

James and Carter looked at each other smirking and nod.

But it already seemed like James got a head start from the way Ally’s eyes were rolling to the back of her head.

I gulp and I felt my cheeks blush uncontrollably.

Oh, no….