Group and Slow

“We’re trying ta teash Gi-Gillian.” Cindy said, her slur coming back as she took a healthy pull from her drink, “So we wanna give her as mush time as we can to learn. So make it a slow game. And shince I think she’ll learn better doing than wa’ching, make it a group game.” You nodded.

“Okay,” you started after a moment, “We need to find way for everyone to play at once.”

“What about teams?” Gillian asked.

“That only works if the players can be split evenly between both teams.” you explained.

“There are four of us.” Gillian countered.

“’til you chick’n out!” Cindy teased. The redhead blustered, but said nothing.

“It’s not just the number of players,” you explained, “But their skill, sex, and even clothes. It’s no fun to lose every game of the match or stand around naked while your partner has most of their clothes on.”

“So what do you suggest?” Linda prompted.

“Help me move this away from the wall.” you said as you grabbed the edge of the desk top. There was a slight screech as you slid it about a foot. “All the chips go in the bag. The board goes in the center. We all walk around the desk. When you reach the front, you reach into the bag of chips, grab one, and play it regardless of color.” Scooping up the chips Cindy has just sorted, you dumped them back into the bag. You gave it a shake and then handed it to Linda to finish mixing them up.

“If you don’t complete four in a row,” you continued, “You grab the marker of the color of the chip you just played and move out of the way so the next person can play.” You held up the red and black chips that were three inches in diameter. “If you complete four in a row, whoever holds the marker of the other color has to take off a piece of clothing.”

“One more thing,” Cindy added, “The winner must take an entire drink.”

“Along with whoever holds the same color marker.” you said.

“Uh…” Gillian stammered, “W-what if I don’t have a-anything to t-t-take off?”

“You’re out of the game.” you answered, “You have to stand off to the side until the game is over.”

“Unless…” Cindy interrupted, “You can convince someone else to take something off instead.”

“Of course,” Linda added, “The price of an article is up to the individual taking it off in your stead. And it will be higher if you wait until you after lose.”

“Finally,” Cindy continued, “Since guys think that they’re going to win, they try to get you to agree to make a bet on the game. Unlesh someone has a problem with it, we’ll do that. All the losers must do whatever the winner tells them to do for the rest of the evening.”

You hesitated a moment. The randomness of drawing chips meant that everyone had the same chance of winning, regardless of skill. That meant more than likely one of the women would win. You weren’t too worried about Linda. You had no doubt that she would make you eat her. Given that you knew her sensitive spots, it wouldn’t be long before you had her screaming in ecstasy. With a little bit of luck, she’d let you fuck the brains out of one of the others as a reward. Given Gillian’s naivety and straight-laced nature, most likely she not have anyone do much of anything. The only real concern was Cindy. You had no doubt that she had brought some toys to use on Gillian or Linda when they lost. More importantly, she wouldn’t hesitate to use them on you either. Still, when neither of the women said anything, you weren’t about to back off either. You nodded in agreement.

“Any questions?” you asked. Nervously, Gillian shook her head. Linda merely shrugged while Cindy grinned in anticipation.

“Lesh get started…” Cindy said.