No, her friends notice and offer a way out

Lucy did her best to resist the mounting pleasure from her humiliating forfeit, but try as she might, she couldn't help but show the girls how horny it was making her.

Even without them constantly toying with her body and teasing her, she felt pretty excited and pent up. She couldn't concentrate throughout however long she had been naked. All she knew was that her friends kept ordering things, watching her go back and forth. They would tell her she did a lousy job preparing whatever they asked for and punished her.

That punishment was being molested some more.

This pattern continued until Kate asked her the big question: "How are you feeling? Ready to explode?"

And Lucy nodded without thinking.

"Well then, we can't have you this distracted," Cassy said. Lucy was barely able to tell that this was mock concern. It seemed so obvious in hindsight. "How about we give you a way out. You can get dressed if you lay down on the table and cum."

The two watched as Lucy froze as if the slimmest semblance of lucidity returned to her. They wondered if she would refuse, but soon enough, Lucy sat on the table, then lay back.

Lucy's hands wasted no time squeezing her breasts as a finger found its way deep into her wanting pussy. She was writhing on the booth table as her friends sat there watching her play with herself, masturbating away as punishment for losing the game.

Soon Lucy reached orgasm, her hips bucked against the table's linoleum surface, and her juices squirted out onto the diner's floor.

Lucy breathed a sigh of relief. She was given back her clothes and even allowed to go home by Kate, who stuck around afterward to clean up.

Back home, Lucy stripped naked again the second she entered her room. She dove face-first into her bed and reached down, looking for a second orgasm.