Planning and Preparation

The next game needs a little bit more planning, and I have to wait until both players are ready.

I busy myself with work, and with a bit of social maintenance to make sure all of my various business and personal relationships keep ticking over. All very tedious, really, but I’ve learned that it’s important to look like I am doing all the same things the real people do.

None of it takes much brain power, which allows me to keep my people focussed on watching for the right moment to start the next game. This time there are a few pieces to the puzzle which need to come together, and most of them are not really under my control.

It’s almost two weeks before everything falls into place, and in that time I scan the news. Sarah was quite the internet sensation for a few days; shaky video clips and blurred photographs of her shuddering through her climax with her arms and legs spread wide. Jessie, on the other hand, did not seem to feature anywhere, so it's good that this next game will potentially be much more public.

It’s a Wednesday afternoon when both players are taken. This works well, as one of the potential locations has an event scheduled which means that at least one coach full of sports players from the local college will get a surprise. It would be great if both coaches happen to arrive at once, but I can’t control the traffic. Still, thirty excited young adults with phones will do the job just fine if the game is cleared away before the second team pulls in to the lot.

One player is at home all alone day, which makes it easy. The other is taken between appointments. Having an online diary and a crappy password makes it much easier to know where your car will be, and when you will be walking toward it. Within seconds of each other, both players are unconscious in two different vehicles on their way to play the game.

I’m looking forward to this one. I know you two have been good friends ever since I first met you, and I’m keen to see how your friendship will develop today. Will you discover that you would, in fact, do anything for each other? Would you do whatever it takes to save each other from public humiliation? Or will you find that the friendship is actually a sham, with one of you used and abandoned by the other?

I’ve seen how you treat people who believe that you are their friends, so I’m pretty confident that somebody is about to get fucked over. If you could just work together in the spirit of friendship, this will be so much better for you both, but if you are still willing to fuck your friends for personal gain, so be it.

I’m sitting in the back of a dirty white van parked a few streets away from you, watching my screens as you are prepped. Both naked, both starting to wake up slowly, one player is bent over a padded steel bar at waist height and secured by the wrists and ankles, legs apart, unable to move. The other is positioned close behind, strapped to another bar by the arms to ensure a standing position, but with the freedom to move a little. Just enough to fuck player one from the rear.

I wait a little longer whilst the remaining features of the game are prepared and then my people depart, leaving us alone. As both players begin to flutter their eyes and come to their senses I clear my throat and speak into the microphone.