Fair Fun

Zoe rushes on out ahead, and I rush to keep up, my breasts bouncing gently, the thin fabric clinging tightly to me. When we finally stop, we're at a table, and she's already got some typical carnival food and is gesturing for us to eat. I relax, sitting down next to them, making small talk while eating.

It starts out casual, though it soon turns to her flashing me a wink, "I have a game we can play... it's straightforward, and Jesse can play natural arbiter... We can learn as we go... You in, my dear?"

Suddenly, put the spot, I take a gulp of my drink, happy for a delay, as they look on with interest, liking the idea of playing a carnival game, though I hesitate to agree to a game before knowing the rules.

Seeing them looking my way, I put the cup down. I nod back, "OK, sure.. What's this game, exactly?

I see a smug expression shining from her face, and I do my best to remain nonchalant as she gets up, circling behind me. "Simple... When caught, the other player gets a choice..." and she pauses, pulling the top of my Sleek mini dress down, grasping deftly at it. I let out a gasp of surprise as she clicks her tongue.

Not skipping a beat, she winks, "Either put back part of her outfit, or yank at her opponent's. The loser is the one who ends up, well, bereft. Once start, we can not fix our outfits unless we catch the other, or until the game is done. Also, the game began once you said 'sure'. Try to catch me!"

With that, she's sprinting off, dashing over to a nearby building. Letting out a sigh, "She just cheated, didn't she?

Jesse shrugs, glancing over at me. "Can you really cheat at your own game?", to which I force myself to relax, not saying anything, even as I concede the point. I remember our past and quickly determine not to break her rules, sprinting to catch up. I manage to get in moments before her... only to find myself surrounded by mirrors. I see variants of myself, different shapes, heights, and sizes. The only consistent thing is my right breast, completely exposed in each one.

I hear her giggling from somewhere within, and remembering her rules, I keep moving, catching a brief glimpse of her form moving around, dashing for it, only to almost bump right into a glass pane, my exposed nipple brushing along something.

As I move about, I remember to watch out for any surprises, as she can just as easily catch me, and I'm already down by one.