Gamers Dinner

Grace decided to hold off accepting another challenge until she talked to the veteran players she'd met last night. They obviously thought challenges could be worthwhile, but unlike the group challenge Grace didn't know what she'd get or what the reward was. She was about to text them when her phone buzzed. It was Vicky inviting her and Eva to dinner. She accepted of course, then headed home to get ready.

Once she'd fixed her make up and picked out a new outfit she went and knocked on Eva's door. Eva answered, surprisingly, with an open bottle of tequila in her hand, "Whoo!" Eva shouted, "You ready to go?"

"Umm...have you been drinking already?" Grace asked. Not that Grace was against ****, it just seemed a little strange to pregame for a dinner like this.

"Yep!" Eva giggled, "Sorry. It's my newest trait."

Grace felt embarrassed, she'd been so focused on her own needs she'd forgotten to even ask her friend about hers, "Oh sorry. Uh...what is it?"

"Party Girl!" Eva shouted again, "Sorry. Too loud. I think it makes me like...an alcoholic? Like since I got it I've just have this intense craving. I didn't realize it at first but since I tasted this," She hefted the bottle up, "It's gotten so much better. But also...I feel...not drunk? Half drunk? Like I want to rush you and start making out with you...but I have perfect balance still and I'm not slurry my words or anything."

Grace blushed at Eva's admission, "Oh...like you have lowered inhibitions, but not some of the other effects of ****. Well...come on. Let's go see the others, maybe they know more about it."

"Okie dokie! Oh and I told Raj about them. He was initially going to join us but then cancelled. Apparently Vicky didn't like all the attention he gave her at the bar and told him off. Once he realized that's who we were meeting he said he had other plans." Eva said as she stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind her.

"Oh, I'm worried about him...the game..."

"The game's been great for him. Big muscles. Big dick. So what if he's got a fetish for black women? He'll be fine. It's us I'm worried about." Eva said.

"Right. Ok. Let's go." Grace said.

A short while later they arrived at Vicky's apartment. She greeted them warmly and welcomed them in. Grace immediately noticed Maya in the kitchen hard at work. She was dressed...interestingly.

"Nice to see you again Maya." Grace said politely.

"Totally," Eva added, "But like...what's with the outfit?"

Maya turned towards them, "Bonjour mademoiselles. Voulez vous coucher avec moi?

Grace looked at her confused, "Huh?" She didn't speak French but she was pretty sure she just asked her to sleep together.

Vicky laughed, "She's a French Maid. Get it?"

Maya nodded, "Oui. Oui."

Grace looked at Vicky, something was going on. "So...what?"

"You remember how you gave her your trait, she has to do anything if paid...well I thought it would be funny to have a maid. She didn't want to but...well, money talks. She spent the afternoon cleaning my apartment and cooking for us. She isn't allow to say anything in English either. Unfortunately for her she doesn't speak French. I did give her a few words, so she wouldn't be totally silent." Vicky explained.

"Oh...isn't that...well...mean?" Grace asked.

"Mean? No way. She'd do the same to me. Plus, I had to pay her $200. She isn't a cheap whore I'll tell you that." Vicky smiled, "We tease each other with the game all the time. Makes it more bearable. We'll tease you too. For example...show me your tits!"

Grace felt her arms moving immediately. She'd wore a button up leather shirt she'd bought online. For whatever reason instead of undoing the buttons on by one her hands gripped either side and pulled. POP! POP! The buttons tore off. Her arms went wide exposing her chest to Vicky. Then the compulsion wore off and she quickly tried to close it. Unfortunately without the buttons, and given her rather large chest, her shirt was no longer very effective. SHe dropped her arms to the side in defeat, "I guess that's my fault for ordering cheap stuff from China...it's just that good leather shirts are so expensive!"

"Oh sorry. I didn't mean for you to ruin your clothes." Vicky said, "Oh but to make it up to you I had Maya go out and get dinner for you too."

"She did what?" Grace asked.

"Bon Appetit mes amies!" Maya said suddenly. Grace turned to see a wonderful spread on the table. Eva was already seated, drinking a glass of wine of course. Vicky and Maya sat down in front of plates filled with delicious looking food. The final seat was meant for Grace. No roast and potatoes for her. Instead there was a small bowl filled to the brim with a sticky white substance.

"A bowl of cum..." Grace said dejectedly, "Uh thanks. Sorry, I do mean it. It's just...well just because I have to survive on it doesn't mean I enjoy it."

"Oh we need to get you an upgrade then. There's one that makes cum taste delicious. I had that for a while." Vicky said.

Maya suddenly shook in her chair, "Fuck! There, I'm done."

"Aww but you made such a lovely maid." Vicky said sweetly.

Maya flipped her off, "Whatever...at least I got paid. Well, dig in everyone. Compulsion or no I worked really hard on this meal. Oh and let's save talk of the game until after dinner. I don't want to spoil anyone's appetites."

Grace nodded and picked up her bowl. She closed her eyes and drained it in one go. She cringed as she tasted the cold cum. At least it would probably fill her up until tomorrow. She set it down and took a sip of wine. At least her trait didn't make her unable to drink, although she suspected a smoothie would be a little different. She looked around the table at her companions and shook her head. What an odd group, could they really beat the game together?