What about the game?

Martin hesitated for a moment before pulling his face out of Claire's cleavage. "Not anymore," he sighed.

"Not what anymore?" she asked, genuinely baffled. "Hey, Theresa's got her tits out!"

"Is there a card that prohibits you from talking?" Theresa asked nonchalantly while Frankie was sensually running her tongue up and down the valley between her breasts.

"Honestly, we should probably get back to the game." Martin sat at the table. "But I propose a new set of rules. At this point, why don't we just give out cards at random? It doesn't seem like the structure of the game serves a real purpose anymore."

Drew and Theresa agreed, Frankie gave a thumbs-up from between Theresa's globes, and Claire just smiled politely as the words flowed through her consciousness.

"Great," Martin said. He walked around and passed out small stacks of about twenty cards. He set Frankie's on the table, but she didn't react.

"Oh, right," Theresa chuckled. "Frankie has to do whatever anyone tells her. You can get your face out of there now, Frankie."

"No thanks," came the muffled reply as she sucked gently on Theresa's right nipple.

"Oh, for fuck's sake... Frankie, get off my boobs and look at your cards!" Theresa said, pushing back a disappointed Frankie. She looked down at her chest with mild curiosity. "They're starting to get sore anyway. I wonder if-" she lifted one up and squeezed it lightly, wincing in pain. "Nope. I think they're purely decorative for now."

Drew silently gave Claire three cards from the top of her stack to peruse. She thanked him and began to study them intently.

"That'll keep her busy for a while," he joked. "Now here's a little something for Martin."

He handed Martin a card that read "Lose all inhibitions". Martin's eyes widened before he immediately walked across the room to kiss Claire, who was still sitting on the loveseat looking at her cards. She grunted with surprise, but after a moment she began to reciprocate. She closed her eyes and put a hand on his chest, holding the cards with her other one.

Drew snickered and Martin turned and scowled. "Fuck you, dipshit. I only hang out with you to get close to Claire."

"Awww, that's so sweet!" Claire said. She handed him a card from her small collection. "Why don't you take this?"

Martin looked at the card blankly. "Huh," he said.

"What's it say?" Frankie asked eagerly.

"Says 'lose all emotion'," he replied flatly. "I... I don't feel anything at all." He sat down next to Claire, who giggled and rubbed his back.

"It's ok, buddy," she said encouragingly. "It's gonna be alright."

"I know," he replied in a monotone.

"Then why are you so sad?" she asked. She reached down to unzip his fly and his eyes followed her hand.

"I'm not sad. I don't feel anything. You're interpreting my listlessness as sadness because you have virtually no short-term memory."

"I don't?" she asked. She opened his pants and fished around for a second before pulling out his flaccid cock. "Well, look at that," she said with a seductive smile. "What do you think?"

"I think sexual gratification is the closest I'm going to come to having fun till the end of the game," he said dryly. She looked at him quizzically, still holding his limp member in one hand. He rolled his eyes.

"Yes, Claire. I would like a handjob."

"Ok!" she said chipperly and began to pump. Theresa held a card up and grinned.

"I got another 'used to be the opposite sex' one," she said. "Might be funny to give it to Claire. Imagine constantly looking down and discovering that body!"

"We could give you a memory one for the same effect," Drew said. Theresa shrugged noncommittally.

"Ordinarily I'd object to that, but I'm too laidback to care. I wonder if that would change the memory thing, not constantly trying to keep up appearances."

"You stopped," Martin said to Claire. She was lost in thought, apparently trying to keep up with the conversation. She looked down and gasped when she saw that she was holding on to his now half-erect cock.

"Oh, whoops! My bad!" she giggled. "Whose turn is it?"