I was in Boston on business. It was me, Dutch from Sales, and Amanda, a girl from accounting. We'd been out there for two days and everything had gone well. Dutch had an earlier flight and Amanda and I were all set to fly home Friday...that is until the mother of all snowstorms hit the New England area.

The worst part? The hotel waitstaff couldn't make it in, so there wasn't any food in the restaurant. No big deal though, we had minibars in our rooms and it was all on the company's nickel.

I was enjoying a frozen Snickers in my room when there was a knock on my door. I answered and was surprised to find Amanda standing there. She was an interesting little number. She was cute, very quirky, and if her tight sweaters were to believed she was hiding a smoking body. We didn't know each other very well, but we had been getting along during the trip.

"Trade you your Butterfinger for my Pringles," she offered.

"Deal." I responded as I went to retrieve her candy bar.

She plopped onto one of the beds and started flipping through the magazine that was on the nightstand. She was wearing one of her trademark tight sweaters and an equally tight pair of jeans.

"I'm officially bored." she exclaimed.

"You and me both," I responded as I dug into the Pringles.

I tossed her the candy bar and she cracked it open. "Do you have any cards?" she asked.

"I don't," I replied.

"Twister, Boggle, anything?"

"Nope, and I'm kicking myself for not packing my Hungry Hungry Hippos."

She laughed and almost spit Butterfinger everywhere. "Oh, that's sexy." she laughed.

"I've seen worse," I said as I tossed her a napkin.

"Did I tell you about my visitor?" she asked.

"No."

"The front-desk guy, Luke, was giving me the eye when we checked in."

"The eye?" I asked.

"You know," she said as pointed to her body.

"Oh, that eye." I responded.

"Yeah, not terribly subtle. So, I get a knock on my door about ten minutes ago. it's him, He says, 'The hotel is pretty vacant but if I need anything to let him know.'"

I laugh, "and by anything I'm assuming he meant...new towels."

"Yeah, I'm sure that's what he meant."

"He was an attractive fellow," I continued. "If you're looking for something to do..."

With that I got a pillow thrown at me.

"At least you could have gotten him to get us some alcohol from the bar."

"Damnit!" she said. "I bought my mom a bottle of rum!"

She leapt to her feet and scurried out of the room. Thirty seconds later she was back brandishing the bottle and the cokes from her fridge.

"Sorry, mom." she said as she popped open the bottle.

She poured us each a drink. We clinked glasses.

"Alright, what are we drinking to?" she asked.

"Your new front-desk boyfriend?" I joked.

"Nice. Or, the best meeting we've had this trip." she said as she drank.

"That sounds about right." I said as I tilted mine back.

"Alright, Truth or dare." she laughed.

"Oh, a game we have all the stuff we need to play. Truth."

"Ok," she said as she thought. "If you could punch anyone in the office, who would it be?"

I didn't need to think long at all. "The IT guy, he's such a smug dick."

"Nice," she laughed. "A real truthful answer."

"Oh, I take my truth or dare seriously. Now you."

"Truth," she said. "And no asking the same question twice, cause that's lame."

"Picky." I responded. "OK, there's a rumor about you and Kevin from Sales. Any truth to it?"

She laughed and was a little shocked. "Nice, I was a little worried I'd get lame questions. But no, that's not true. We went out for drinks, but it didn't get physical at all."

She made herself another drink, then said, "Your turn."

"Truth" I sheepishly said.

She said "OK, but you can't do three truths in a row."

"Deal" I replied.

"OK...are you a boob man, a butt man, or a leg man?"

"A boob man."

"Nice."

"Truth or dare" I asked.

"Alright, dare." She said.

I looked around the room, trying to find something that would help me think of a dare.

"Dares are weird with just two people." I finally said

She laughed

Finally I said, "Serve me another drink"

She walked over, and made me a drink. She then stuck out her chest and brought it to me. God, they were magnificent

"What's going on there," I laughed as I motioned to her chest.

"You're a boob man, and I want a good tip."

"Sadly, all I have to tip you with is peanuts." I said.

"I'll take it," she said as she swiped them.

"OK, dare to you." She continued.

"Drink a shot."

I looked at her and held up the drink I was already drinking.

"No," she said. "A shot" as she handed me the bottle.

I took the bottle and took a big swig.

"Nice." She replied.

"OK, truth or dare." I said.

"Truth" she smiled.

I had nothing, and I was trying to steer it relatively clean without looking lame. "Boxers or briefs."

"Boxer briefs, and that question is lame."

"OK, you do better," I replied. "Truth."

"Have you ever fucked a girl in the ass?" she said with a smirk.

"Wow, listen to you," I laughed, realizing my plan to steer it clean had failed.

"That's not an answer." She pushed.

"Yes, I have." I confessed.

"Whoa. You're full of surprises." She laughed.

"I'm not the one asking those questions."

"Alright," she said. "Truth. Ask away."

I wanted to get some of my cred back, so I went for it. "What's the biggest cock you've ever sucked."

Her jaw hit the floor. Cred restored.

"OK," she said after she composed herself. "I dated a guy who had a monster. It was like ten inches."

"Lame question?" I asked.

"No, that was good." She laughed. "Truth or dare"

"Truth," I replied

"What's the dirtiest sexual thing you've never tried, but always wanted to?"

I thought about lying on this one, but had already said enough to incriminate myself. "I've always wanted to do a three way," I said.

"That's not so weird," she said. "Every guy wants two girls."

"No," I said. "I've always wanted to share a girl."

"Oh..." she cooed. "That is dirty."

"Alright, truth or dare?"

"Truth." She said.

"Have you ever been in a two on one threeway?" I asked.

"Once." She slyly said. My cock had been semi hard at this point. That one word made it rock hard.

"Truth or dare?'

"Dare" I said for fear of her probing into my sex life anymore.

"OK," she said, "Show me what kind of underwear you're wearing."

This seemed a bit much for coworkers. No matter how nice her tits were, the fact is we were coworkers and fooling around on business trips would land us in some serious shit.

"Cmon," she said. "I wanna see if you're in the boxer brief club."

For some reason that sounded innocent enough, so I unzipped my pants and pulled a side down low enough to show that I was in fact a member of the boxer brief club without showing off my raging erection.

"Whooo!" she said in a teasing manner.

"This all stays here, right?" I said.

"Oh yeah," she replied. "I don't need people thinking I slept with you and Kevin."

"Truth or Dare?" I asked her

"I guess I owe you a dare." She said.

"Or would you rather hear about my threeway?" she asked.

I just arched my eyebrow.

"Oh...I'll take that as a yes," she said

"I was on the volleyball team in college. And I had stayed late after practice to have the trainer look at my quad, cause I'd strained it."

"By the time I got done, I was the only girl still in the building. I headed to the steam room wearing only a towel. Normally the girls were done before the boys so we had it all to ourselves, so I didn't even think to wear anything under it.

"I entered the steamroom and realized my mistake as two guys were in there, but I didn't freak out, cause I knew them and they were cool.

"So we sat and talked, but I could tell they were trying to look down my towel as I was sitting there. The attention was starting to turn me on.

"There's one on either side of me, just lingering over me, wanting me.

"Finally, I said, 'Stop trying to look down my towel, I'm not wearing anything.

"They were like 'Bullshit. You wouldn't come in here naked.

"And they started poking me, and teasingly pulling at my towel. I was fighting them off, but not too hard.

"One thing leads to another and my towel is on the floor.

"Next thing I know I've got one cock in my mouth while the other is fucking me from behind.

I was speechless.

"So... truth or dare?" she asked coyly.

"Truth" I barely got out.

"Did you believe that story I just told you."

My heart sank. "Aww...that was an awesome story!"

"Oh, you liked that, huh?" she asked.

"You're mean." I said.

She laughed.

"Truth or dare" I asked, still annoyed.

"Dare." She said.

"I dare you to go downstairs and makeout with the front desk guy." I said.

"You're mean!" She laughed.

"Are you turning down the dare?" I asked.

"For real?" she said, shocked that I asked.

I just nodded.

"What's the penalty?" she asked.

I handed her the bottle and said, "Drink for a count of four."

She took it, with a pissed off/sly look in her eye and drank.

I counted, slowing down between three and four, but she took it like a champ.

"Woooo." She said. "Alright, truth or dare."

"Hmm..." I feigned indecision.

"Say dare." She said.

"Ok, dare." I said.

"Go downstairs and make out with the front desk guy" she said.

"Can't double up dares." I said.

"OK, whip out your dick and stroke it in front of me." She smirked.

I teased like I was going to for a second. then reached for the bottle.

"Tease." She laughed.

I took the bottle and downed it.

"Wait, a minute, did you ever have a two-guy threeway?" I asked.

"No," she admitted.

"Then you lied about your truth."

"Shit." She realized.

"What's the penalty for that?" I asked as I waved the bottle at her

"Another shot right now is going to be a bad idea." She admitted.

"So, what else?" I asked.

"Any time I've ever played the penalties are drinking or stripping" she said.

"That's probably a bad idea."

"Oh," she laughed. "You can picture me getting double teamed in a sauna, but you can't see me in my bra?"

"Alleged, double teaming, liar." I retorted.

"We already said what happens here stays here, so what's it going to hurt?" she asked.

"Let's try to keep our clothes on." I said

"Thought you were a boob man." She laughed.

"I am."

"Don't you want to see them?" she asked coyly.

"Desperately" I laughed.

"So, what's stopping you?"

"You know what's stopping me." I replied.

"Everything that happens in this room, stays here."

I sighed. She smirked at me.

"I still need a punishment for lying." She said, almost innocently.

"I know" she said, and she lifted up her top quickly giving me a quick look at her white lace bra. Jesus, her tits were perfect.

"That's fine, cause I saw your boxer briefs."

Again, made perfect sense at the time.

"Well, I think we need a realistic dare rule." She said.

"What?" I said, "You could've gone down there and made out with him. It's not like I asked you to fly."

"It's impossible because I can't make him make out with me."

"OK," I laughed.

"What?" she said.

"You're a hot girl, you could have him up here and naked just by asking."

"No, I could not." She retorted.

"Bullshit," I said. "You're telling me, if you brought him upstairs and said, 'strip and get on this bed' that he wouldn't do it?"

"Well, I probably could." She thought.

And then she kept going.

"If I brought him up to my room, you could hide in the closet."

"Then once he's naked, you could call my cell, and I could freak out like it was my boyfriend."

"I bet I could do this."

I laughed, thinking she was kidding. But apparently, she wasn't.

"Dare me again." She said.

"Really?" I laughed.

"Yeah, the rules are I have to get him naked, but can't touch him, right?"

"Right."

"Dare me." She said, more confidently.

"I dare you." I laughed.

She stood up and like a woman on a mission. "OK, come over in five minutes."

I figured she'd chicken out, so I leisurely finished my drink then headed over. When I knocked on the door I was shocked by what I saw.

There stood my accounting rep wearing an impossibly tight wifebeater and a tiny pair of boy shorts. Was she really going to go through with this?

"What do you think?" she asked.

"If you weren't going to chicken out I'd say you've got this dare in the bag."

"Get in the fucking closet, I'll show you a chicken." She said as she pushed me toward the door.

"Remember the rules, when he's naked, you call. OK?"

"Deal," I said.

I pulled up a chair in the closet and sat down, the door had slats so I could easily see all the action.

A couple minutes later there was a knock on the door, she excitedly went to answer it. I heard murmuring for a few seconds, then they entered the bedroom.

"OK," she said "Have a seat."

Luke did, plopping right down on the bed in front of me. She looked at him and said, "Yeah, I kind of have a rule about no pants in bed."

He didn't need to be told twice as he zipped them right off. Shit, she was going to win this easily.

"I kind of have the same rule about shirts and socks too." Again, two seconds later they were gone, just him in a pair of jockey shorts. Heh, not boxer briefs.

Finally she said, "I don't want to sound like a bitch, but the underwear has gotta go too."

And just when I thought I had lost, Luke responded with. "Actually, I have a similar rule about girls wearing wife beaters."

But she didn't miss a beat. "Oh really?" she said. And with that she sauntered over to right in front of the door where I was sitting and pulled her top right off. It was my second time seeing that amazing bra that night. She even winked at me.

"So?" she said as she turned her back on me. Getting a glimpse at that was all he needed, those briefs came right off. The guy was rock hard...so was I.

I knew this was my cue, but I wanted to make her sweat a little bit.

"Your turn" he said.

"Um...my turn?" she replied nervously. "It's my turn?"

"Yeah," he said.

"Ok..." she wasn't going to blow her cover. "What do you want me to take off?"

"Lose the bra," he says.

"Oh yeah?" she said breathlessly.

"You wanna see my tits?" she asked.

He nodded. "C'mon, baby..."

She reached for the clasp in the back of her bra and glanced toward the closet. A smirk came across her lips as she said, "I hope this doesn't get you in trouble with your employer."

I hated to do it, but it was clearly time to let her off the hook.

The phone on her dresser started vibrating furiously.

"Oh shit!" she said. She grabbed the phone and answered it.

"Hi honey," she said. The guy heard that and sprung out of bed.

"No, nobody's here." She frantically shooed him out of the room. He grabbed his stuff and ran.

She closed the door, saying "Sorry" as he left.

I fell onto the bed laughing my ass off. She came back in and swatted at me.

"You know," she said half-laughing, "For someone who doesn't want to see my tits, you sure seem to want to see my tits."

She stood there with her hands on her hips, still wearing just a bra and boy shorts as I laughed and laughed.

"OK then, I think I'm ready to call it a night," she said.

I took that as my cue to stand up and leave, really concerned that things had gone too far and I had pissed her off.

"But..." she continued, "I have one more dare for you."

"Oh really?" I asked as I stepped outside the door.

"The weather is really bad, and we could be here a while," she said as she saw me out.

"So, we're going to play a different game tomorrow night. And that game is called 'I

Dare You to Resist Fucking Me.'"

And with that, she smiled and closed the door.

My jaw was on the floor.