Forfeit, again

Rachel was already on her feet, composing herself like a general after victory. She tapped at her GT.

“Major forfeit,” she said, loud and proud. “Alex. Spread-eagle. Spotlight. Stage. Five orgasms. Crowd controls the vibe.”

The air snapped. Magical chains materialized midair and yanked Alex up—legs and arms splayed wide, body lifted onto a rising platform at the center of the rooftop.

Gasps. Cheers. Laughter. Applause.

Rachel walked to the edge of the stage, calm as a surgeon.

“You wanted control, Red? Let’s see how it feels on the other side.”

She turned, held up the remote. “Who wants to play?”

The crowd roared. The remote flew from hand to hand—each person clicking the buttons like they were passing around a toy.

The vibe inside Alex came alive.

She bucked immediately, the first jolt ripping through her frame like lightning. Her mouth dropped open, her toes curled, and her eyes rolled back.

Rachel folded her arms beneath her bare chest, watching.

“One.”