Let the games begin.

After an uncomfortably intimate experience cleaning off each other’s bodies, Mary and Angela exited the shower blushing and a bit embarrassed.

Before they could grab their towels, however, a sudden, explosive round of laughter drew ever-closer to the door. “Oh god…” Angela cringed. “Jennifer knows.”

Jennifer flung the door wide open. She stood in its frame smiling triumphantly like the Cheshire cat, her green eyes burning with a mischevious light. “Good news, girls! Your special friend just had a little chat with me.”

“WHAT?!” Mary and Angela cried out in unison. This was not good news. If Pastel had somehow gotten Jen’s contact information, then there was a risk she could get anyone else’s too. Mary and Ange’s thoughts quickly turned to their husbands. Neither wanted them to get pulled into this. Maybe even worse, if Pastel had gotten in touch with Jen, she probably had called Lacey too, which meant the girls’ reunion trip had just been fully hijacked.

“Yup. She told me about your little game. And about how she was hoping Lacey and I wouldn’t mind joining you.”

Angela gulped. “What did you say? Please tell me you guys aren’t getting dragged into this.”

The wildfire in Jen’s eyes told Mary all she needed to know. “Fuck no.” Jen stated “I wanted in. There’s no way I’m letting you two have all the fun of slutting it up like the old days without us. Lacey’s flight got delayed anyway, so she’s joining our little game tomorrow. In the meantime, I convinced your big-dick neighbor’s girlfriend to let us play a bonus round tonight!”

Angela stood open-mouthed and rooted to the spot, absolutely shocked. Mary was equally shocked, but not so shocked as to keep her displeasure confined to her internal monologue. “Are you fucking kidding me, Jennifer!? We are trapped in this game now, and you just added a fucking bonus round?”

Jennifer let out a tut of disapproval. “Mary, of course I did. I just fucked Jason. I’m way above average right now. I’m even above you. And even I felt the click over the fucking phone talking to that girl a state away. Do you really think the way to play this is hesitantly waiting for her to mess with us? Fuck no! We play this as a team and we play it on our terms.”

Mary softened at that. Jen had a point. She didn’t know exactly what their “tasks” would be, but it didn’t take a genius to guess they would be overtly sexual. “Ok. Fine. Did she give you any residuals? I got stuck in Angela’s dress code.”

“Which is waaay worse now.” Angela piped in, reaching for a towel.

“Oh, don’t grab that, babes.” Jen said quickly.

*Click.*

Angela pulled her hand back and glared at her friend. Jen waved her hand dismissively at her before tossing her a garment bag. “Sorry, sorry. Pastel’s order, not mine. Apparently she has a game planned for us that we need to start in the living room ASAP that, quote, ‘drying off isn’t needed for.’ Don’t shoot the messenger. Just put these on and follow me, ladies.” As she turned to head downstairs, Jen looked Mary’s curvaceous body up and down one more time before adding, “And yes, she did. After our game’s over, Pastel says we’re all on the same page.”

*Click.*

Mary and Angela couldn’t help but feeling ridiculous in the “outfits” they’d been provided, which consisted merely of a tiny red g-string for Angela and a minuscule blue one for Mary. The barely clothed women resigned themselves to their fate, heading downstairs to join Jen for whatever Pastel had in store for them. “It could be worse,” Ange quipped, “at least I don’t have to wear my high heels or vibrator right now.” Mary chuckled at that. Ange was always good at looking at the bright side of things.