The game continues

The laughter was still ringing in your ears.

You had nothing left but your boxers. That was it.

You **** yourself to breathe, your hands clenched at your sides as the women openly admired your body, their eyes never leaving the heavy bulge between your legs. Brooke was still smirking, clearly delighted by what she’d spotted earlier—the wet spot was impossible to hide.

But at least you weren’t naked.

At least you’d kept something.

Mia had made sure of it.

Your stomach was still twisting from everything that had just happened, but a small flicker of relief was starting to settle in.

Then Vanessa touched her earpiece.

She tilted her head slightly, listening, a slow smirk curling onto her lips.

And your relief evaporated.

She chuckled. "Well, well. Looks like our audience has something to say about that little victory of yours."

Your blood ran cold. "What?"

She turned to face you fully, eyes gleaming. "Audience interruption."

The women perked up instantly. Cassie gasped excitedly, grabbing Brooke’s arm.

Vanessa let the moment stretch, letting you sit in it before delivering the final blow.

"They’ve decided," she said, relishing every word, "that boxers are far too generous."

Laughter erupted around the room.

Your stomach plummeted.

"No," you said automatically.

"Oh, yes," Vanessa countered smoothly. "The viewers have spoken."

Before you could argue, a staff member appeared, stepping onto the set with a small black bundle in hand.

She handed it to Vanessa.

Vanessa unfolded it with a deliberate slowness, holding it up for everyone to see.

A G-string.

Not just any G-string—barely there, too small, completely useless.

You could already tell it wasn’t going to hide anything. If anything, it would make things worse.

Your breath caught in your throat. "You can’t be serious."

Sophia exhaled through her nose, her smirk lazy. "I told you we wouldn’t let you leave this game with anything left."

"You know, sugar," Brooke drawled, eyes fixed on you, "I reckon that wet spot’s about to get a whole lot more noticeable."

Heat flared up your face.

Cassie bounced excitedly in her seat. "Ooooh, put it on! We wanna see!"

Mia didn’t even bother to defend you. She just watched, her expression unreadable.

Vanessa held out the tiny scrap of fabric, waiting.

"You can change in private," she said generously. "But you’ll have to come back out and show us, of course."

The women giggled.

Your heart pounded.

There was no getting out of this.

Jaw tight, you snatched the G-string from her hand and turned sharply, stalking toward the changing room.

Laughter and cheers followed you the whole way.

The door clicked shut behind you.

Silence.

Your hands were shaking.

You looked down at the pathetic scrap of fabric in your hands, your stomach twisting.

This was insane.

You peeled off your boxers, exhaling sharply as you stood there, completely naked, knowing that everyone was waiting for you.

But when you tried to step into the G-string—you realized the real problem.

Your cock was hard.

Too hard.

You gritted your teeth, trying to will it away, but the thing barely had enough fabric to cover anything, and now, thanks to the game, it was stretching even tighter.

You **** it in place, the waistband biting into your hips, but the thin pouch in front? It wasn’t enough. It wrapped around your cock, barely holding it down, the outline even more obscene than when you’d been in boxers.

It hid you in name only.

And the back…

You swallowed hard, feeling the string dig between your cheeks, leaving you completely bare.

Fuck.

This was so much worse than being naked.

You **** yourself to breathe. You had to go back out there.

They were waiting.

And now… there was nothing left to hide. Well, almost nothing

Hands clenched into fists, you turned and opened the door.

The second you stepped out, the room erupted.

Cassie screamed. Brooke howled. Sophia actually let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh—something she rarely did.

"Oh. My. Fucking. God."

You flinched.

Your cock was barely contained—if you could even call it that.

The fabric was stretched so tight over your length that every single inch was outlined, framed, on full display. The pathetic little pouch might as well have been painted on.

Your cock twitched visibly—and the tiny G-string moved with it.

Cassie covered her mouth, gasping.

Brooke let out a low, husky chuckle. "Would you look at that. This ain't underwear, sugar—this is a goddamn showcase."

Jade's eyes darkened. "Holy shit. We should’ve taken everything."

Sophia exhaled through her nose, shaking her head slowly.

"We basically did," Mia murmured, her voice low. "This doesn’t even count as covered."

The women’s eyes devoured you, drinking in every humiliating detail.

The thin strap sliced between your ass cheeks, leaving you completely bare from behind. The waistband was so tight that it pulled your cock upward, stretching over your straining, throbbing length.

Every twitch, every movement, every pulse was visible.

Jade bit her lip. "Mmm. He’s so fucking hard in it."

Cassie let out a **** giggle. "Oh my god. Look at the outline. Look at the fucking veins."

Brooke let her eyes drag over you lazily, her smirk dripping with amusement.

"Hell, sugar… the way that fabric’s strugglin’? I’d say you’re damn near pokin’ through."

Heat flooded your body.

Your cock **throbbed—**the tiny G-string barely held it in place.

And they all saw it.

Sophia arched a brow, voice perfectly composed. "Mia. You should be ashamed of yourself."

Mia sighed. "I know. I know. I should’ve let them strip him completely. I was trying to be nice."

Cassie groaned dramatically. "Ugh, Mia! This is so much worse. His cock is like… wrapped up in it!"

Jade exhaled sharply. "It’s obscene. Completely fucking obscene."

Sophia's lips curved into a slow, knowing smirk. "No man should ever be this visible."

Mia gave a small, guilty shrug. "Okay, okay—yeah. This is basically naked."

Brooke’s smirk widened. "Basically? Sugar, if he twitches again, we’re gonna see the whole damn tip."

Laughter tore through the room.

Your stomach twisted.

You couldn’t hide anything.

Every woman in that room could see what this was doing to you.

And so could the audience at home.

Jade licked her lips, voice dropping. "God, the women watching right now must be losing their fucking minds."

Cassie moaned. "They’re probably on their knees, screaming at the screen. ‘Take it off! Make him strip!’"

Sophia tilted her head, watching you closely. "Mmm. Think they’re touching themselves?"

Your cock jerked violently.

Cassie gasped, pointing. "Oh my god, he liked that!"

Brooke laughed breathlessly. "Ohhh, sugar. You love knowing they’re watching, don’t you?"

Sophia nodded slowly. "Exhibitionists never really want to hide."

And then Vanessa delivered the final blow.

"Well," she mused, checking the time, "I believe our delivery should be arriving…"

She turned toward the door.

Then back at you.

"Right about now."

The doorbell rang.

The women lost it.

Brooke actually slapped her thigh, laughing. "Ohhh, sugar, you have to answer it like that!"

Cassie gasped. "She’s gonna die."

Jade bit her lip. "Or she’s gonna leave with his number."

Vanessa tilted her head. "Go on, John. Be polite. Pay the nice delivery girl. And be sure to give her a very generous tip."

Your pulse pounded.

The doorbell rang again.

The women were in hysterics now, Cassie actually wiping away tears from laughing so hard.

But Vanessa? Vanessa was still perfectly composed.

She reached into her blazer pocket and pulled out a neatly folded bill.

Crisp. Exact change.

She held it out toward you between two fingers. "Here," she said, her tone light. "Take it. Pay her. Be polite. Give her a very generous tip."

Your hands twitched.

But she didn’t let go of the bill just yet.

Instead, her gaze flicked up to yours, eyes gleaming. "Or," she mused, tilting her head slightly, "you could just quit right now."

The room went quiet.

Jade’s smirk twitched wider.

Cassie’s mouth fell open in mock shock.

Brooke actually gasped. "Oh, sugar, you wouldn’t dare leave us hangin’ now."

Sophia just watched you, arms still crossed, waiting.

Vanessa smiled. "Walk away, and this all stops. The cameras turn off. The game is over. Just say the word."

Your pulse hammered.

You could feel every pair of eyes on you.

The doorbell rang again.

Jade exhaled dramatically. "Tick-tock, John."

Cassie leaned forward. "Are you really gonna disappoint all those ladies watching from home?"

Your jaw clenched.

The money was right there.

Vanessa held it loosely, offering you freedom.

But you knew. You fucking knew.

If you took it—if you backed out now—it wouldn’t be a victory.

It would be admitting defeat.

Vanessa saw the decision before you even said it. She chuckled softly, shaking her head. "That’s what I thought."

You grab the bills from her hands.

Cassie actually squealed.

Brooke fanned herself. "Ohhh, sugar, you chose this. That’s just precious."

Jade bit her lip. "Mmm. We knew you wouldn’t stop."

Sophia gave the tiniest smirk. "Exhibitionists never do."

The doorbell rang one last time.

"Go on, John," Vanessa purred. "Be a good host."

Your stomach twisted.

Your hands were shaking.

You turned toward the door.

And then…

You reached for the handle.