Horribly

"Oh before we start, can you please make sure Ron isnt here already, I think I heard his car door." Jess proclaimed

You start moving to heed her request, but out of the corner of your eye, you see her mute the tv, so the game isnt making any noise. You walk down to the front door and look through the peephole, but you cant see anyone, as you tell Jess.

"Could you please wait up there a minute? I can see his spot is taken and someone walked out."

You turn back to your post and stare through the peephole. You actually do see Ron. He's heading this way.

"Yeah Ron is coming"

"Oh great." Jess says, as you see her appear from around the corner with a grin on her face.

"Could you get the door while youre there please?"

You suddenly get a sinking feeling, but are powerless to question it as you turn the knob, and open the door to see youre old friend. He is tired-looking but also happy to see you. Until his face turns to confusion.

You feel a tug on both of your sides, and look down just in time to see Jess yank your pants down and show your cock right to Ron.

You reach down only to be gently pushed over from behind, and with your feet out from under you, your pants disapear.

You flip over onto your back and look at Jess holding her prize, proclaiming. "You lost the last match bub, come see for yourself." She then walks back into the apartment.

Ron is shocked "what the hell is going on?"

"Come inside and I'll explain" you hear her voice like a ring of birds flying around your head, with your hands shielding your dick from view, you stand up and walk back in the apartment with Ron following.

You see it clear as day.

"Player 2 defeated"

She'd run the match while you weren't even there. "Thats bullshit!" You exclaim. "I didnt even play, you tricked me."

"Im sorry, would you prefer I simply name all your strongest combos as "overpowered" and win that way? I dont play with game-riggers or spoilsports, but I will tell you what. If you would please hand over the last of my "winnings", I will give you one more round of "true" double or nothing.

Crap.

But wait, this one doesnt control you, its not a direct yes or no, its a deal.

"And if i refuse?" You ask tentatively

"Then we stop playing, simple as that. We can still hang out if you want, or you can go home, whatever you like, but my winnings stay mine."

That means you would have to go home with your cock out. Not really a first choice.