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Published on 1/6/09
Published on 1/6/09
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The Apple Store on Fifth Avenue
Where better to start our sexy game than in one of the most sexily designed stores in Manhattan? Upon entering, I find Carlos, 26, and Veronica, 24, testing out a glorious 24-inch iMac in the corner; they look as if they are waiting for an excuse to make out. “Truth or Dare?” I ask Veronica. She picks Dare. “Ask a Genius to help you, and then make out in front of him,” I say. Without hesitation, she summons a Genius and asks about the iMac’s memory. As he starts his tech-geek speech, Veronica pulls Carlos in for a 30-second lip-lock. The Genius looks annoyed, but he probably sees this kind of thing all the time: The store is open 24/7, after all.
B.B. King Blues Club & Grill off Times Square
More than 100 people are waiting in line outside the club, but Sasha, 22, and Naomi, 24, are willing to play. A few boring Truths reveal these young ladies to be exactly that: ladies (yawn!). I try for a Dare. Naomi accepts, accosts a young man passing by and begins frantic jumping jacks while screaming, “Do you think I’m sexy?!?” “Hell, no!” he yells. But when Naomi stops jumping and returns to her friends in a fit of giggles, he follows her, cell-phone camera in hand: “Will you do that again?”
Dave & Buster’s off Times Square
D&Ber Francis, 23, opts for Truth, and then confesses a fantasy that involves women of every race in an orgy. Ho-hum. I challenge him to take off his shirt and pound his chest in the middle of the arcade. He strips to reveal a chiseled bod, walks to the center of the room, throws his head in the air and yells at the top of his lungs while beating his pecs. Then he puts his shirt back on and tells me I need to work on my Dares.
The Hangar Bar in the West Village
The joint smells of beer and sweat. In the back, Paul, 23, is dancing with two women. He’s bashful, but willing to hump the pool table. “In your underwear!” his friend insists. Right on cue, Paul strips down, hops on the table and works it out to Destiny’s Child while the entire bar cheers him on.
Lower East Side
Where could we possibly go to top Paul’s performance? We spot an engagement party standing in front of Pianos on Ludlow Street and learn all about the bride-to-be’s sex habits through a series of Truths. One member of her entourage grinds against a tree; another flashes an amused cabbie. Around the corner at Paladar Latin Kitchen & Rum Bar, we meet Amparo, 22, and Lea, 21. “I grew up in New York,” Amparo boasts. “We played Truth or Dare for a living when we were, like, ten. Bring it on!” I point at the innocent-looking Lea and command Amparo to lick her face. Without hesitation, she turns to Lea, grabs her head so she can’t get away and licks it from jaw to cheek. “I’ll do whatever you want,” she boasts. “As long as I don’t get arrested.” Okay, I tell them, “Flash your panties to passersby.” “No,” they say defiantly. “We can’t do that.” Huh? They both shake their heads: “We’re not wearing any panties.”
Middle Collegiate Church in the East Village
Truth or Dare after a few Slippery Nipples or a half bottle of Jack? Not a problem. But how about at church? On Sunday morning, we head to Middle Church for an 11:15am service, where an artsy and diverse congregation is rocking out to some sweet music. After the service ends, I meet Keith, 46, on the church steps and Dare him to join the Pen 15 club. When he agrees, I whip out my black Sharpie and proceed to write on his hand. “What does this mean?” he asks as I finish up. “Well…now it says penis,” I tell him, poker-faced. And then we laugh like fifth-graders. Another Truth or Dare success—and nobody got arrested.
Wanna make out?
Tell your parents you’re staying at a friend’s, and then come play Truth or Dare and Spin the Bottle with us at a private party—on May 12. For details, text HORNY to 96321.
