Let the Night Games begin

"One private room for the night, please." You ask the grubby middle aged man who runs the hostel, handing over your membership card.

He looks from you to Belle to the two lads, and then down to your roll of condoms. He gives you a judging expression, and you turn bright red in the face.

"There's only one single bed in each room." He warns.

"We know." You say quietly, unable to meet his gaze.

The man mumbles something under his breath which you're pretty sure included the word 'sluts', and then hands you the key card to a room. "Remember, checkout is by 10am."

"Okay, let's go." You say meekly, and lead the way up the stairs to the private rooms.

As you open the door, Belle pulls you inside, maintaining her fake slutty persona. She pulls down her skirt and leggings, and yanks off your shorts. She sits on the bed and pulls you onto her leg, in a half hug, and encourage you to place a hand on her breast.

You can tell her smile is fake, and that deep down she's stressed and anxious, but she's putting on a good show. The boys stand at the door visibly dripping with desire and anticipation.

"Well studs, you wanted something special to end the night, right? Well then, I propose we play a fun little game." Belle offers, biting her lip.

You have absolutely no idea what she has planned, and whether you're going to like it or not.

"You clearly like seeing us act like massive sluts, right? So how about this - at the end of the night, when you two are all tuckered out, you chose which of us has won the game of acting like the bigger slut. And we have a forfeit for the loser."

"I love it." Bo says, grinning widely.

"So I was thinking, for the forfeit." Belle continues. You can feel her heart pumping hard behind her breast. "I was thinking... How about the loser has to lick the winner's butthole for a while. Until they cum."

That saucy minx. She clearly really, really enjoyed it when you performed anilingus on her. So much so, that she's found an excuse to earn an opportunity for it to happen again, all while saving face. She knows that after these two are done with you, you'll just go back to being acquaintances, and random sessions of lesbian rimming will likely be off the table.

Well, this plan is fine with you. It gives something to entertain the boys, and you don't mind licking Belle's asshole at the end of the night if it comes to that. But as long as it doesn't get too ****... You might just try to win. You would love to enjoy an orgasm while Belle had to shove her tongue deep inside your asshole.

...Huh. You probably wouldn't have had anything close to that sort of thought yesterday. It's incredible how much a person can change in 24 hours.

"No, that's boring. We've already seen that." Bo dashes Belle's proposal against the rocks. "I will choose the forfeit. Something with real, tangible stakes."

Oh fuck.

"That thing Amber said about trophies during her interview yesterday has inspired me. I think that the loser will have to take ALL the used condoms we're about to fill tonight... and wear them tucked into her waistband for the rest of the week."

Oh fucking fuck.

"You can't be..." Belle begins.

"I don't want..." You start to speak too. But then your hypnosis apparently takes control and changes your words. "I don't want to miss out on an opportunity like that!" You find yourself blurting out.

Belle looks petrified, but she forces herself to concur. "Y-yeah! What a fun game this'll be!" She says, going whiter with every passing moment.