Back to the Office, Ladies, with new tasks.

TIME STOP

For poetic, aesthetic reasons, I deliver Barbara's four Karma Points by wedging them in between her asscheeks. They were well-earned, to be honest - that wedgie she's giving Mary is much harsher than it needs to be.

I slip into the next cubicle, and stand on the toilet, peeking over the top of the cubicle wall to spy on them from above.

TIME STOP

Eventually, but several seconds too long to be kind, Mary's face is pulled out of the toilet water. She gasps and splutters, her hair soaked, her make up a mess.

"That last one felt different." Mary scowls. "The first two, it was like my head was teleported into the toilet bowl by magic, and then I could quickly pull it back up. That last one... You pushed me down and held me down. I felt the difference."

Barbara's Karma Points are hidden in between her buttocks, and it looks like she plans to keep them that way, and not reveal to Mary that she's winning the game.

"Um, that's weird... It was obviously that magic, though. You know that, right? I would never do that to you."

What a liar.

"And well, we have to conclude the magic is real. And it's powerful enough to teleport us back if we try to leave. We have **** but to play the game." Barbara quickly changes the subject.

"I know that." Mary snaps, trying to wring as much toilet water out of her hair as possible.

Speaking of which... That's my cue to keep the game going.

TIME STOP

Cards written. Cards positioned. Returned to Hiding Spot.

TIME START

Mary finds a new card suddenly lodged in her soaking wet hair.

'Challenge: Return to work. Whenever anyone asks about the wet hair, explain that Barbara gave you a swirlie as a forfeit for failing to carry out a dare. Earns 2 Karma Points.

Forfeit: Toilet water drink.'

Barbara finds a new card slid in between her breasts.

'Challenge: Return to work. Whenever anyone asks about the new outfit, say nothing other than that it is proof that you're more daring than Mary. Earns 2 Karma Points.

Forfeit: Gloryhole duty.'

The women read their own notes, and both shudder with nervousness. Then they read each others', and Barbara makes an offended sound.

"Yours is way less humiliating than mine! How can they both be worth the same number of Karma Points?!"

"As if the Karma Points even matter." Mary spits. "These forfeits are insane. Of course we have to obey the tasks."

And so, I watch with glee as they do exactly that, dragging their heels with ****, of course, but with no choices left but to obey me and my cruel, twisted game.

Still, it's a lot less cruel than how they treated me, if you ask me.

Although somehow I doubt they'd agree.

As I watch them leave, the last thing I see before they're gone out of the bathroom door, is Barbara subtly moving a hand to her pantyless loins, and extracting the 4 small boardgame counters from between her buttcheeks.