Game on!

An emotion flares in Eris’ chest. Was it jealousy? Competitiveness? Regardless, she steps forward and hoists a pool stick over her shoulder. “Bring it on! What are we playing for?”

“It’s pretty simple. You don’t sink a ball on your turn, you lose a piece of clothing. As you can see, it hasn’t been going pretty well for me.” Celia smirks as she grabs a handful on her own breasts, shaking them to whistles from the appreciative males. “You lose when you don’t have any clothes left. As for the ultimate prize… You’ll find out.”

“Sounds like a piece of cake!”

Turns out you don’t become a natural at pool when you’ve never played before in your life. Eris is quickly stripped to just her panties, while Celia and the black-haired youth have somehow managed to cling on to their last garment. The brown-haired man is clearly the most experienced, having defended his pants successfully. Making things worse, the guys have been getting increasingly handsy, 'accidentally' groping Eris' ass or tits when she shoots, causing her to mess up more than usual.

Eris licks her lips nervously as she lines up her shot. She doesn’t want to find out what happens when she loses this and yet she can’t deny a familiar wetness pooling between her legs. On the other side of the table, the game of pool is almost all but forgotten. While waiting for Eris to take her turn, Celia and the dark-haired youth are practically having sex. He carries the succubus in his arms as they passionately make out, Celia grinding her pantied crotch vigorously against his bulge. A wet patch has formed along his boxers, a testament to how ready he is to get down and dirty.

Eris grits her teeth as she tries to block out their moans. Come on, this was her chance!