Memorable ones.

After a moment of consideration, Drew, Martin, and Frankie handed in their cards. They turned to Theresa, who was looking down as she twisted her torso back and forth.

"Holy shit, they feel so weird when they knock together!" she said with a laugh. She looked up and realized everyone was waiting on her. "Oh, right."

She casually tossed a card without looking and turned back to her playing with her chest. Martin and Drew were openly ogling her and Claire rolled her eyes. "Jesus, fellas, I've been acting slutty all night and all she's got to do is play with her boobs to get your attention? Whatever, let's see what we've got..."

She flipped each card over in turn. "Hmm... be silly?" She eyed Frankie, who winked and giggled. "Nah. Forget everything immediately after it happens, be emotionless, or the next three cards chosen apply to you. You guys aren't making this easy, you know?"

"You're making me hard," Martin chuckled to a collective groan. He shrugged. "What? She set me up for it. Speaking of which, those lips of Theresa's would look amazing wrapped around a nice, fat cock."

Theresa looked up from her breasts and made a face. "Ew, dude. That's gross."

"Fine," Claire said with exasperation as she slid the deck to Frankie. "I don't want to be a robot and I don't want to be at the mercy of whatever bullshit Frankie chooses, so I'll go with forgetful."

As Frankie started dealing cards, the group looked expectantly at Claire. "What?" she asked with confusion, then grinned slyly. "Do you see something you like?"

"Aren't you supposed to be forgetting stuff?" Martin asked as he looked over his hand. "I gotta be honest, this isn't really doing it for me. Even though you've got those beautiful tits out."

"Look at that!" Claire said chipperly. "I sure do! Now who wants to give 'em a squeeze?"

"Whatever!" Frankie laughed. "Who gives a shit? Just give me my cards, sluts!"

Drew, Martin, and Theresa handed in their cards while Claire examined hers.

"...Claire?" Martin asked.

"What?"

"Did you pick a card for Frankie?"

Claire furrowed her brow. "Is it Frankie's turn? I guess I'd better pick a card, then." She resumed studying her hand. Frankie laughed and slapped her on the back hard.

"What?" Claire repeated. "Whose turn is it? Am I supposed to be-"

Frankie cut her off by grabbing a card from the middle of her hand. Claire leaned over, her perky tits brushing the tabletop. "Looks like someone knows how to take what they want... play your cards right, and, um... sorry. Were we talking about cards?"

"Fuck," Drew said with exasperation. "This is gonna be annoying."

"What is?" Claire asked innocently, causing Frankie to erupt with laughter.

"Good thing I'm too mellow to get annoyed," Theresa said lazily. Frankie nodded and gave her a fist bump. Drew and Martin groaned. Claire glanced down and did a double take.

"Holy shit," she said to Drew. "You're fingering me!"