Becky is having lunch in the main cafeteria

Becky Pond swipes right on yet another man with above-average attractiveness. Not because this is the sort of thing she usually does in her first week somewhere new, but because, thanks to recent developments, it's a necessity.

"Hi Becky." Becky looks up to see her oldest friend, Amy Barnes, placing her lunch tray at the spot opposite her in the canteen dining area.

"Hi." Becky's response is monosyllabic, not excessively confrontational, but with an aura of not being completely happy to see Amy.

"How, um, how's, you know..." Amy trails off awkwardly.

"How is it going with this fucked up contract sex game you **** me to sign up for in our first evening here, you mean?" Becky snaps back, audibly upset.

"That's not... You were the one who... Ugh, never mind. You can blame me if you want. But I'm still hoping... Planning... For this all to work out great for both of us." Amy responds.

"Oh, so you've signed up for two queens, have you?" Becky raises an eyebrow, challengingly.

Amy immediately raises her hands defensively. "I checked one of them out, and no. That's a no-go. Signing up for a queen isn't a happy ending for me. It'd just be a 'happy ending' for countless numbers of the guys here..."

Becky slaps her forehead. "Amy, I don't think you're taking this game seriously. We signed a fucking legal document that would very easily result in us being allowed to wear zero items of clothing for the next fucking decade! What's a bit of casual sex compared to that?! You need to get at least one queen, ideally two, if you're taking this risk seriously at all."

"Well it's too late, I've already signed up for the 2 and 3. I'm planning to get lucky, because I just refuse to believe that such an awful thing could happen to me. And anyway, that's easy for you to say, you're not the one who was asked to sign herself up for non-stop sex with strangers."

"That's... Not completely true." Becky admits coyly. Reaching into her purse, she pulls out two playing cards - the 5 of hearts and the 5 of diamonds, and shows them to Amy. "I've already signed up for two cards too. I mean... A pocket pair... It was too good to turn down."

Becky watches Amy's eyes go wide. "What... What are the 5s like?" Amy asks hoarsely.

"Nothing like a queen, I'm sure... But combined... It's really fucked up, if I'm honest."

Amy remains silent, clearly expecting Becky to tell her everything, as she usually would. Becky sighs. She's under no obligation to tell her traitor of a best friend what she's signed up for... But she also has nobody else to talk to about this who she can trust to keep it a secret.

"Ugh, fine. The five of diamonds requires me to always use condoms whenever possible when having sex. And then I have to keep the condoms, and 'wear' them for the next 24 hours. Like, literally tie or pin them to my clothing. I'm allowed to pin them to my bra or panties, under my other clothing, but only if I'm wearing a bra or panties. Which, obviously, I might not be allowed to wear one day soon."

"Ew, that's gross." Amy replies, grimacing. "But also... Easy to fulfill, just don't have sex."

"Exactly. So I signed that one straight away, then went to the custodian for the five of hearts."

"Okay..." Amy's tone of voice is uncertain - clearly she anticipates some bad news, and she's right.

"The five of hearts... Requires me to have sex with five different guys every week. Specifically, they have to orgasm while inside my pussy or asshole."

"That's insane! Every week?!" Amy hisses in a hushed tone.

"Every week... And I can't use the same guy more than once in the same month. So, I'm going to have to fuck at least 20 different men each month, sometimes a bit more." Becky grumbles. "So yeah, something about signing up for sex with strangers? I've done that."

"Holy shit. You're going to be wearing five used condoms under your clothes every week... That's so gross..." Amy whines.

"There's more." Becky sighs.

"There's MORE?!" Amy squeaks.

"One more rule, just to make it extra punishing for me to have signed the 5 of diamonds so quickly, it would seem. The five of hearts requires me to have no clothing fully blocking my genitals from being accessed until I've hit my weekly sex quota. So, like, I can wear panties, but they have to be pulled to the side, like, permanently. And no pants or leggings. Just skirts and dresses with no pantyhose, so that whenever a guy wants to slip inside, well, there's no clothing stopping him." Becky explains in a matter-of-fact tone.

"All that for a five?! What the fuck have we signed up for?!" Amy groans.

"My sentiments exactly." Becky growls. "This is all your fault."

"...I'm sorry." Amy says after a moment of silence, which does actually make Becky feel a bit more positively towards her, despite herself.

"You will be." Becky says in a slightly unkind tone. "Especially if you don't get any queens. I've got a pocket pair of 5s, and I'd bet my left tit that the Japanese girl has a pair of 6s. Are you aware how miniscule the odds are of you beating either of us on the flop with 2-3 off-suit? You need to flop a straight, which is ludicrously unlikely, especially since I have two of the 5s you'd need to find, or you need two pair or trips, which means finding 2 of the three remaining 3s, or one of them alongside the single remaining 2, since the Japanese chick already drew the 2 of diamonds, and the ginger got the 2 of hearts. You're almost guaranteed to get 3rd or 4th place on this flop, which means zero prize money, and a long decade of slutty clothing."

"Oh my god." Amy chokes. "I didn't... I didn't calculate the odds..."

"You're not taking this seriously at all." Becky sounds cold, and shakes her head, but also gives Amy a look of sympathy.

"And now it's too late... I've taken both these cards, so I'm stuck with them..." Amy sobs softly.

"Well... That's not entirely true."

"What?"

"You can sign all four of the custodian contracts, if you want. It's just, you can only take two of the cards with you on Saturday. So, you could just, for example, get one queen, and bring that and not your 2. Or you could get both queens, and leave both your 2 and 3 behind. You'll just have, you know..."

"...Signed their contracts for nothing..."

"Yeah, pretty much."

With every sentence, Becky is feeling more and more sorry for her friend. Things are looking hopeful for herself, but Amy's situation is extremely dire.

"I... I don't think I can sign up for a queen, Becky. I think I just need to get really, really lucky." Amy mumbles.

"Amy, look at me." Becky puts on a very serious tone. "Do not. Leave this. To luck."

"You don't understand... These queens..."

"Living a slutty life here for a few years is objectively better than 11 years of legally enforced nudity. It just is." Becky says, with slightly more **** than she intended, making Amy flinch.

"But... If I get lucky... I won't have to do either." Amy replies.

"If you get INSANELY lucky." Becky clarifies.

"...It could happen." Amy replies stubbornly.

"Amy." Becky snaps, with growing conviction.

"Excuse me Miss Barnes, you asked me to remind you about your tutor supervisions to ensure that you arrived in good time for Mr Briggs. This is your 15 minute warning." Amy's sentinel bracelet interrupts them both. Amy looks like she's seen a ghost.

"Oh shit! I have to go. I CANNOT be late for this guy's class. Seriously, I can NEVER be late. Um, I'll think about it. The custodian for the other queen, 'Maurice' I think his name was, is actually scheduled to be available in that same room, 15 minutes after my meeting ends, so... Maybe I'll at least hear him out. I don't know. we'll see."

"Amy, seriously you cannot go into the first poker street with..." Becky begins to reiterate her main point as her friend rushes to her feet, having eaten very little of her lunch.

"...such... awful... odds... She's already gone. Wow."

Becky shrugs, and turns back to her phone, where she has three new messages from prospective 'dates'. Sighing, she begins tapping out a message to the first one.

'Hey hun, yeah I'm not looking for anything serious, just some no-strings-attached fun every now and then...'

Becky is carefully planning this all in her head. If I schedule them all one after the other for one evening, then I will hardly spend any time with my panties to the side, and only one day a week with used condoms under my clothes...