The Chapter Where the Gang Heads to a Bar

Scarlet

Well, after all of that, Scarlet could use a drink. Frankly, so did everyone else. So, that explains why everyone has gathered in front of the door to the hotel tavern (called The Suckling Swine) after some time to get ready. Scarlet got dressed as if she’s heading for a night on the town. Clingy party dress, uncomfortable shoes, sultry make-up, the works. Most of them agreed to burn the challenge costumes, which they left in a “to be burned” pile in the cafeteria. They even used a note bowl to let the staff know that they will handle the pile later.

Inside is what appears to be a pretty standard English style pub, mostly. Overstuffed chairs and small bar tables with stools are placed here and there. A roaring fire crackles in the hearth. A couple of billiards tables and a dart board are placed to one side. A section of the tavern is cordoned off. Ugh. It looks like they are installing some stripper poles just in case the audience wants to perv on my side hustle. And, of course, there is the bar itself. Lovely bottles of liquor line the back. Overhead lays a giant portrait of a pig, smeared in porridge, laying like the normal nude woman you’d find in a tavern painting.

“Standing” behind the bar is, of course, the mermaid Scarlet met during the challenge. Circe, was it?

“Heya, dolls! Ready to wet your whistles with the finest hootch you’ll find on the island? C’mon over and order somethin’.”

Josie goes first. She changed out of her challenge costume, tossing most of it in the “to burn” pile the group started, and into her usual sports bra, midriff baring crop top, and booty shorts. She kept the spiked collar; she’s even fucking wearing it. At least she took off the leash. “Vodka and water, splash of lime, please. How much?”

“I’m just so keen on getting the lot of you drunk that I don’t care about the game. Tonight only, all food and drink are on the house! Still need ID though.”

Josie flashes her ID from her phone and, soon enough, has her drink in hand.

Indigo goes next. She did not change out of her challenge costume, much to the chagrin of everyone else. It took several minutes (and several instances of her rope tying her up) to even convince her to remove the fucking butt plug. We all had to promise to keep our annoyance to a minimum to even convince her to come with us, so we all just have to tolerate the rest of it. “Do you have the original formulation Cuartos Locos back there? Preferably the Mango Chili Lime flavor?”

“Wow. An expert barkeep before you and you order expired frat boy gas station juice. ID.”

Indigo pulls out her phone ID. Circe starts to sputter, “What kind of weird-ass dimension do yous come from, toots? Fine. Give me a minute. Have to make a trip to the hotel Kang-oo’s. Are you going to regularly come in to get your drink on or is this a one-time request?”

“Well, since the Kang-oo’s automated check-out doesn’t like my ID, I’m certainly willing to come order it here.”

Circe dives into a staff water tube, grumbling the whole way. Indigo smugly turns around, only to have her arms tied to her legs.

“The fuck, guys? You all promised.”

Tina surprisingly speaks up first. She sound super pissed, “Do you know how hard I bust my ass and have still not qualified as a full fucking adult yet? And you just have it? Likes it’s no big thing?”

Scarlet silently agrees. Not like I have qualified either. And, if the game has it’s way, I never will.

“‘Cause it isn’t a big thing. Mama y papi drag me to Mass every Sunday to try to save my soul from the smexy ladies and, since they won’t let me move out until I marry some lame-ass dude from church, I tolerate it. I bring in 10 to 15K a month, depending on the ad revenue cycle on Streem, so my income is several times the minimal requirement. My share of the company is more than sufficient to meet the property ownership requirement. In fact, my last point was from graduating high school. Not hard to get 4 points, chica.”

Dinah leans in and whispers something in Tina’s ear. Indigo’s ropes slowly loosen in time for Circe to splash out behind the bar.

“Here. Your can of filth. I grabbed a case. Hopefully, you’ll be a good enough customer to make up for insulting my profession. Next.”

Dinah, now in sweatpants and a basic scrub shirt, her entire costume in the burn pile, orders a French 75, already offering her ID. Circe lights up, as this drink requires a bit of effort. The mermaid goes to work, adding gin, some freshly squeezed lemon juice, and some simple syrup to a shaker. She plops in a couple of chunky ice cubes (1 smashed up first) and shakes, noting, “If someone got their Francis to squirt more, the view would be more exciting, doll.” She strains the contents into a champagne flute, and tops it with a mid-tier champagne. Garnishing with a twist of lemon peel, she slides Dinah the drink with a wink, “Here you go, toots. By the way, our resident pollster Sybil wanted me to hand you this. Something about a bet from the meeting this morning?”

After looking at the disgusted face Dinah made at the slip of paper, Tina looks at Scarlet. Scarlet looks at Tina. Looks like neither of us want to order next?

A barstool slides itself behind Scarlet and shoves her to the bar. “Your turn, toots.”

“Umm... do you really care about ID?”

“From what I understand, you are over the drinking age in the vast majority of possible Americas you could have been pulled from, so I don’t see...”

Scarlet pulls out her digital ID, blushing with shame that she only has 1 point towards civic adulthood. The mermaid squints at it, offering, “Fuck, yous are from a weird-ass dimension. Can I make you a Shirley Temple or something?”

Skye walks up to the bar before Scarlet has a chance to walk away in shame. She pulls out her ID. “I have a religious exemption to the drinking age rule. If you would consider bonding time with my future secondary wives a religious activity, I’d like a bottle of my family wine for the table, with several glasses.”

That request shoved the barkeep over the edge, “You know what? If you’re old enough to be **** into sexual slavery on interdimensional TV, you’re old enough to drink. Booze for everyone!”

She pours Skye a glass of her family wine, noting, “Smells pretty good. Might take a nip myself.” Then, turning back to Scarlet, she asks, “What can I get for you?”

“Espresso martini.”

Another shaker drink to assemble. Vodka, Kahlua, and simple syrup go in the shaker with one chunky ice cube. Circe swears at the espresso machine; it takes a couple of tries to get a decent shot made, but she gets it done. She adds both her crushed cube and the piping hot shot to the top of the shaker, then pours the slush into the bottom. She shakes it up for quite a while, double strains it, then adds a quick dusting of ground espresso and 3 chocolate coated espresso beans on top for garnish. She offers the drink to the redhead.

Tina bounds up. She was the only other girl to actually dress up for this outing. A backless red dress that would go just low enough for her tail to stick out; the cut-out on the front shows off quite a bit of cleavage. She went for a flirty, sparkly look with her make-up. “Tequila Cosmo, if you please. And a round of Purple Hooters for the table.”

“Can I trust you to carry a tray?”

“This early in the night? Sure. When I’m super wasted, not so much.”

More shaker drinks. For the cosmo, Circe adds tequila, lime juice, Triple Sec, and cranberry juice to the shaker with what seems to be here standard 1 big cube, 1 crushed cube arrangement. She gives it a shake. Straining it into the glass, she garnishes with a lime wedge. For the shots, she adds enough vodka, raspberry liqueur, and lime juice to the shaker for 6 servings, gives it a shake, and strains into 6 shot glasses. Setting all 7 drinks on a tray, she slides it to the bonny bunny. Scarlet and Tina head to the table where everyone has gathered. A wide arrangement of bar food has already been served.

“Alright, ladies,” Tina exclaims, “Time to party. Shots!”

Dinah

Dinah takes her Purple Hooter shot as she reads the note on strange feeling paper.

“Dr. Hornblower,

We take bets very seriously here at Harem Hotel, even if they are poorly thought out. Since the two of you could not settle who won your potion drinking bet, I have taken the liberty of assembling a panel from my sisters. After consulting the footage, we have determined that, while it was close, you have ultimately fallen short. I believe the forfeit was to pleasure yourself in front of the rest of the harem during dinner? I suggest you follow through, if you do not want us to intervene. – Sibyl”

Sighing, Dinah pulls down her sweats and plain cotton panties. She blushes as she sees Indigo break out into a wide smile. Josie just smirks. The others give her looks of shock, with various levels of aroused embarrassment. She closes her eyes, trying her best to ignore the rising shame, and starts to lightly circle her clit with her fingers. She sucks on a couple of fingers on her other hand to get them moist.

Tina blurts out, “Dinah, what are you doing?” Dinah hears a drink being rapidly consumed.

Josie answers for her, to her shame, “We had a bet this morning and Dinah is admitting defeat. She even picked this out as the forfeit. Just sit back and enjoy the show.”

Dinah switches her hands, using the moist fingers to tease her clit as she inserts a few fingers on her other hand into her dribbling cunt. This is so embarrassing. With Tina and Scarlet going at it after our little shower talk, I haven’t even done this on the show yet. And now, I’m doing it with an even bigger audience.

Dinah picks up the pace, but just can’t get into the mood. Then, she feels a hand playing with her nipple. Someone leans in and nibbles on her earlobe. “Hey,” Scarlet whispers, “You’re doing fine. You are so beautiful and we all love you. Cum for us, Dinah.” She feels a mouth laying gentle kisses on her neck.

That got her going. She starts rolling her fingers into her G-spot and lightly pinches her clit. Her breath gets more ragged. Scarlet continues to pepper her neck and ear with kisses and nibbles. Dinah starts to thrust into her hand. Scarlet coos, “You’re doing so good, Dinah. Just a little more.”

The world goes white as Dinah’s snatch squeezes her fingers so tightly. She lets out a primal scream as she keeps pressing her sex buttons. She rides the wave of pleasure, dribbling a bit of femcum when she comes down. Scarlet gently pulls her hand out of her snatch and sucks Dinah’s love juices off her fingers. She certainly earned a taste. Skye gathered some paper towels from the tavern bathroom and offers them to Dinah. Dinah cleans herself up as best as she can, then pulls her pants back up, much to the chagrin of the pervert.

Having finished her forfeit, she tries to draw attention away from herself by asking, “So, Josie, why do you still have that collar on?” Dinah takes a sip of her drink. She thinks about getting up to get a glass of water, only for it to appear. She takes a bigger sip of water. Better.

“Thought it looks kind of cool and, since the pervs are likely to make me a wolf girl, I thought I’d try it on for a longer term basis. Maybe sexy girlfriend Francis will take me on walkies.”

Tina’s starting to slur her words, “Alright, first rule of harem ladies night: only 1 complaint about the game per per...son. That one is yours, Josie. Let’s get the rest of them out. This game has way too many birds in it. There, I said what we’ve all been thinking. Who’s next?”

“Ms. Tina, can we please spend my last night before being **** into becoming an evil sociopath on something more pleasant?” Skye downs like half a glass of water after trying a tiny sip of her shot.

“Sweetie, you’re supposed to down a shot all in one go,” Scarlet notes, “Care to elaborate?”

Skye explains the only part of her transformation options that she really paid attention to. How the game was going to **** her to worship either The Spider or one of her subservient goddesses. She starts to cry again. Scarlet, being the closest to her, gives her a hug.

“Francis won’t let that happen. He’s got vetoes, remember? And is there anyway I can get a decent slice of pizza in this hotel?”

The table laughs.

“Hate to bring the table down more, but Francis didn’t impregnate me last night. Just my luck that we got the one straight guy in the universe that would turn down sex because he was afraid that our kid would turn into an ottoman or something if I was eliminated.”

It’s Tina’s turn to offer a hug. “One, we love you Dinah and will do whatever it takes to make sure that doesn’t happen. Two, really? How is that a possi… posea… thingie that could happen?”

“He showed me an elimination where the contestant got turned into a... sex coffee table. It was fucking terrifying. Her mind, trapped in an inanimate object to be used and abused.”

Dinah leans into the hug. She wants to cry, but pushes it down for now. Don’t want to ruin the party more than I already had.

“Hey, the old man is a good dude. When push comes to shove, he’ll do the right thing. He’s not going to abandon any of us.”

Josie obviously said something there that set Indigo off, because she just blurts out, “Oh, so you can call that Glorious Master a Glorious Master, but I can’t! Fuck that!”

Indigo: -1 VP (Insulting the Master)

“Wow. So I get what he was texting me about on your date night. It’s about tone, Indi. I call him ‘old man’ and he calls me ‘whipper-snapper’ as part of our playful banter. I mean it as a snarky term of endearment, not an insult like you obviously do. This game is not the place for childish tantrums. I saw that first hand after my date night. How many times do you need to see it before you decide to grow the fuck up?”

“I am soooo sick and tired of people not loving and accepting me for who I am. Not my parents. Not my co-workers, apparently. Not my Actual Glorious Master. Not any of you. Fuck this family bonding shit. I’m out. Maybe, if I work hard enough, the audience will learn to love me like I deserve.”

Indigo: -1 VP (Insulting the Master)

With that, Indigo gets up, downs the rest of her drink, tosses the empty can over her shoulder, and stomps out of the tavern. Skye starts to chase after her, only to get the tavern door slammed in her face. Fortunately, only her ego was hurt.

Tina

If there’s one thing that can get the party back on track (heh, that rhymes), it’s...

“Shots!”

Tina wobbly sets out a round of Buttery Nipples (like on boobies!) for the table. The other women are giving her dour looks.

“Hey, the whole point... of this was for us to lay -heh, lay- back and try to have some fun before... our lives get thrown through another froot loop tomorrow. Are we gonna... let one... party pooper -haw- ruin a good night? Shots!” To emphasize her point, she downs her nipple. Mmmm... boozy. Wooo!

“Got any more suggestive shots there, Tina?” Josie knocks back her nipple like a champ. Wooo!

Scarlet sits down and starts gnawing on some celery from a plate of hot wings. “Fine,” she relents, “Let’s see how insatiable a drunk Tina will be.” She takes her shot glass and carefully balances it between Tina’s boobs. She leans in, licks the bonny bunny’s neck, and picks the shot glass up with her teeth. The redhead pops her head back and downs the nipple. Wooo! Her face touched my boobies!

“How much of a light-weight are you, girl?” Dinah asks.

“This is... this is... my first time... drinking... like, ever. Shots!”

“Ms. Dinah, how does the liquid not mix in the tiny glass?” Skye asks.

“Are you drunk too?”

“No, just curious. We really only had wine on the farm. I know my limits. I’ve barely had anything to drink.” The naked girl points at her mostly full wine glass. Boo! She needs to drink more!

“I’ll explain later. For now, let’s try to get some food and a lot of water in that one before she does something too stupid.”

So, the five of them sit down and eat their fill of bar food.

Wooo! Friends! Friends with boobies!