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earlier is now making his way towards me to introduce himself. I’m so not interested or at least I’m telling myself that to appease my growing anxiety. I should probably make a run for the bathroom before it’s too late, but when I hear my girlfriends shout “Him! Him!” and point at the man, I know it’s already too late.
    He seems amused to be walking in on something. He drapes an arm around my waist, which is way too intimate for my standards, and leans in to talk to me. He takes a strand of hair and pulls it behind my ear to clear the way and I can only hope that he doesn’t detect the involuntary shiver that runs through me. I’m not used to strangers touching me. Is this okay behavior for people in clubs?
    “Him what?” he asks.
    “Nothing,” I shout back, “It’s a stupid game we are playing.”
    “Can I play?”
    His face is too close. I try to pull back, but he is holding me firmly into place.
    “It’s just for girls,” I say. Why do I feel like I’m back in high school?
    Suddenly, Ashleigh shoves a Blow Job shot in my face and the whip cream jiggles on top, threatening to topple off. The rest of the girls seem possessed as they are cheering me on to take the dare.
    I don’t see a single way to back out of this now without spoiling the fun that everyone is having. I take a deep breath and reach for the guy’s ear. Even in my heels, it’s hard to reach him, so he bends over a bit to hear me. I quickly explain what the shot is all about and when I pull back from his face, his eyebrows are raised. He finally lets go of my waist and stretches out his huge arms as if to say, “I’m all yours.” There is a smug smile on his face that makes the whole thing even less bearable.
    Fine, I’ll do it. It will be over in about ten seconds, so I can live with the humiliation. I gesture at the girls to show them that no photos will be taken of this fine moment. They seem delirious with laughter and I’m not sure anyone’s got my point.
    Ashleigh pulls the guy by the arm and inside the booth and says something to him. His smile grows even broader. I think his friends are catching on and are craning their necks to see what is happening. I really don’t need more audience for this.
    I take a deep breath and walk over to the stretched out man who is too big to fit in the booth. In the dim light, I can only speculate what he looks like. From the little I see, I know he is attractive in that conventional way that is not so attractive in my world. I’m not ashamed to admit I’ve only dated geeks my whole life.
    Ashleigh positions the shot between his legs and it’s barely visible from where I stand, because there is the giant bulge of his groin getting in the way. Is this guy hard? Or is he just naturally huge? His hands are clasped under his head and he looks like he is lounging on the beach. Or about to get a real blow job. He is looking at me. Of course, what did I expect?
    Okay, I tell myself. Let’s get this over with.
    I struggle with the heels a bit, but manage to kneel in the narrow space between the table and the booth. I place my hands on the sleek leather and lower my head. My hair spills on both sides of my face and at least no one can see the insane moves I do with my mouth, trying to wrap it around the rim of the shot glass. Ashleigh has stuck it too deep and I can’t reach.
    I try harder. This is taking longer than I planned. To an observer, my head is now bobbing above the guys crotch as if I’m blowing him for real. I get past the whip cream and realize that my whole mouth is now covered in white. Finally, I lock my lips around the glass’ edge, but it’s not too soon for I feel his growing dick pushing against my cheek.
    An electric jolt travels through me and I can feel my insides tingle. Is it possible that I’m turned on to be in this humiliating situation? I finally manage to lift the glass from his tight grip (the bastard is making it harder for me) and on the way up I brush