Unconditional Love Chapter 8

Can't' say I didn't' expect that one; obviously it had to work in their favor one way or another. The question was, how did it work in my favor if Christy just so happened to lose, though she seemed confident that would not happen.

"If you win...we still have a threesome, but me' and Allie are the ones who have to service you instead of you being our toy."

Sounded kinky and worth it to; I was nervous about being fucked by them both at the same time, but if the roles were reversed that would be a different story all together. Maybe it was something worth giving a try, and it sounded fun to; of course' I was not really all' that good at taking shots.

"Fine," I said.

"You shouldn't have said that," Alison laughed.

"Christy never loses these' kind' of challenges; she's like the queen of taking shots."

Not only would we be taking one shot after another, but' Christy was really going all the way I realized when she broke out a bottle of Jack Daniels. Now, Whiskey was always one of my best friends in the world so I had no problem resorting to JD, but the problem was I knew I was going to get' really fucked up really fast if I took shots of whiskey. Of course, that's' probably what Christy wanted though; I figured to hell with it though.

In reality, as nervous as I was, the bigger half of me wanted them to have their way with me and they would probably end up getting their way. This just made it all the more kinky and a lot more fun building up to that point.

Christy poured the first two shots and set the bottle down on the table; it was a brand new bottle, so we had all night to go back and forth if it came down to that but I doubted that it actually would.

Alison counted, "one, two, three,"

At the same time, Christy and me both grabbed our shot glasses and downed the alcohol slamming the glasses down on the table again at the same time. Alison poured more Jack into both glasses, counted again and again we downed the throat burning liquid before she filled them both a third time. In what seemed like no time flat, we had taken at least twelve shots total and were still going, but once I reached my fifteenth I really started to feel it.