Week 10 Picks and Power Plays

Claire’s fingers dance over the keys, coaxing out a low and thrilling chord that shivers straight through the floorboards—and through her. A soft gasp escapes her lips as a surprise jolt spikes up her spine, but she doesn’t miss a single note.

The screen behind her shifts, the College Spread logo pulsing aside to make room for this week’s headline:

WEEK 10 – THE DRAW BEGINS

The house lights rise a fraction. Rhett strolls out center stage with a grin that’s half carnival barker, half velvet dagger.

“Ladies, gentlemen, students of all persuasions—it’s Week Ten, the final chapter before winter break! The game’s about to hit pause, so what you do this week may be the last thing the campus remembers until January. That’s right—one month off, which means four full weeks to pursue the Lady you picked today. And we’re going to start things off…”

He spins theatrically and gestures toward the players seated onstage.

“…with the oldest in our lineup—because as we all know, age comes before beauty and beats it with a wallet.”

Laughter ripples through the crowd.

“Mr. Graham West,” Rhett says, locking eyes with the silver-haired titan of capitalism, “you’ve got a hand of two fives and two aces. Your reserved card expired last week. Your soul’s in escrow. Your libido is heavily leveraged. What’s it gonna be?”

Graham leans forward just slightly. “I’ll take Melissa Tran, the 5♥,” he says. “That’ll complete my hand.”

Rhett nods, the screen shifting to show A♠, A♥, 5♠, 5♦, 5♥—the cards click into place one by one with a chime, forming a glowing FULL HOUSE overlay. The score meter pulses, but Rhett holds up a hand.

“And not only does that complete the full house—nicely played, by the way, old man."

The screen pulses back to life as Rhett spins to face the crowd, mic in hand. “Well now, with the silver fox having made his move, we shift from the boardroom to the bedroom—metaphorically speaking, of course. It’s time to hear from the reigning queen of the College Spread arena… Cassie, care to make your selection from these lovely Ladies?”

The camera pans to Cassie Li, seated with graceful poise and the eyes of a hunter. “I’ll take 9 of Hearts,” she says.

The screen flashes—Olivia Hale, the bright-eyed art history major, fades into view in her signature red blazer and lipstick smile.

Rhett whistles. “Olivia Hale enters the game, and with her, Cassie looks toward a full house. That’s right, folks—Aces over Nines. The kind of hand you don’t bluff against unless you’ve got a **** wish.”

Applause rises from the audience, several fans already chanting Cassie’s name. Rhett raises a hand.

“Now Cassie,” he adds, “you’ve already got a card in reserve—Dr. Zahra Amin, the Ace of Clubs. That means no additional reserve this round. So it’s time to move on to our exhausted puppet, Milo… or should I say the puppet mistress - Dr. Selene Ravensmoor.”

The camera pans to Milo and Selene. They may be next to each other, but they are definitely not on the same level.

Rhett chuckles. “Let’s see what your keeper has in store for you, hmm?”

Selene gestures lightly toward the draw, her voice smooth and just loud enough to carry:

“He'll take the Empress of Clubs.”

Rhett leans forward, eyebrows arched. “Oof. Going straight from the cryptic to the clinical. Eleni Papadopoulos is not known for gentle onboarding. You sure about that, Milo?”

Milo doesn’t even lift his head. He just murmurs, “Do I have a choice?”

Selene hums sweetly. “Not really, thrall.”

The audience chuckles uneasily.

Rhett straightens. “And no reserve this week, since the poor boy’s starting fresh with no hand in play. But hey—what better way to kick off your winter break than with a brand new Empress?”

A low cheer rolls through the audience. Milo flinches.

Rhett turns to face the final player, flashing his most dazzling grin.

“And last but never least—our darling dark horse, the Fresher himself!”

He gives a theatrical spin as the final card drops onto the board behind him with a soft snap of digital fanfare. It’s the 6 of Spades, Priya Menon.

Rhett chuckles, “Ah, the last pick of the draw, and it’s a sweet one. Young Priya Menon, only a 6 according to her card, but definitely a Lady worth challenging.”

The camera sweeps towards you as you take in your Lady of the College Spread deck for this week. In truth, with Rebekah still softly rocking back and forth on your cock it’s hard to focus on anything at this point. She’s not trying to finish things quickly. It feels like she’s going for the full tantric experience instead, though you wonder if you’ll make to to the end of the show.

Rhett points toward you with a wink. “Your hand may be just beginning, Fresher, but this one’s got potential… and a manager to keep him in line. Or is it in her?”

A murmur from the crowd, speculation already swirling.

Rhett steps back, arms wide. “And that concludes the Week 10 picks! And now, it’s time to see if any of our contestants are interested in making any power plays this week.”

As always, when the power plays start, you turn your attention to your tablet. You need information on the Lady you just received from the game to have any concept of how to approach this. You also need to know what challenge card replaced the one you used last week.

Name: Priya Menon

Age: 22

Major: Biochemistry

Bio: Priya is the definition of focused. A third-year biochem prodigy with a sharp tongue and zero tolerance for sloppy thinking, she splits her time between the lab, tutoring undergrads, and roasting bad science on social media. Her love of precision borders on obsession—she color-codes her notes, tracks her sleep cycles, and once redesigned a lab protocol because it was “aesthetically inefficient.” Rumor has it she skipped her own birthday party to finish a grant application and found it relaxing. Behind the goggles and guarded expression, though, is someone who burns hotter than she lets on—if you can figure out what reaction will trigger the catalyst.

Stats:

Availability: 41

Fertility: 62

Kinkiness: 54

Sexual Rumor: Her ORAL exams always leave you breathless.

Well, you think, that’s rather obvious. You glance at your challenge card hand alongside the replacement to see what might apply. From before you have naked kiss x2, oral sex x4, anal sex x6 and public sex x8. You just received BDSM x7, but honestly you already hold the most obvious challenge card there is for Priya.

Rebeka’s pussy clamps on your cock suddenly, jolting your attention onto her.

“Pay attention,” she says. “We’re not done yet.”

Claire’s music dims to a mischievous lo-fi sway as Rhett paces center stage, sensing tension thickening like steam in a sauna.

Rebekah leans across to Cassie, her tone smooth but sharp as a blade. “We’re prepared to help you right now, but I need your promise that you’ll allow both us and Selene to call on a major favor in the future. We can call on it whenever… just not in a way that affects the hand you’re building now.”

As she speaks, her pussy begins to massage you all the harder, clamping and releasing, clamping and releasing. You groan as you melt into her power play excitement. This is Rebekah at her sexiest - gaming the system for passion.

Cassie watches her for a moment. Then, with regal calm, she inclines her head. One single nod—agreement sealed.

Rebekah turns, eyes locked onto Graham across the room. Her voice slices through the air. “That ace of spades you’re holding… DROP IT!”

You’re almost losing control as she works your shaft. How she’s keeping control you have no idea.

There’s stunned silence in the audience. Then Graham scoffs and makes his own move with disdain. “Block.”

Rhett raises an eyebrow, voice playful but curious. “Bold play, Rebekah. You knew he could stop you. So what was the point?”

A second voice answers. It’s Selene. From her spot beside Milo, she smiles like a cat uncaging the canary. “Graham,” she purrs, “the lady told you to DROP IT!”

Her own power play hits Graham like a slap across the face. Another Drop It—targeting the same card. Graham’s jaw clenches. He’s already used his Power Play. He’s got no counter left. The Ace of Spades vanishes in a shimmer. Gone in digital smoke. The crowd cheers.

Rhett spreads his arms, reveling in the drama. “Ohhh, a two-step takedown! Executed with grace, cruelty, and perfect choreography. Graham West is down one ace, and his face says it hurts worse than a stock plunge at open!”

And then, a soft voice cuts through the noise. Cassie joins in, her voice like whipped cream over razorblades. “I did enjoy my time with Hailey, Graham… but I think she might look better in your hand. So let’s swap Hailey Yazzie for Dr. Aiyana Sinclair.”

Another Power Play hits the table. Swap. Hailey Yazzie’s card slides into Graham’s hand. Dr. Sinclair’s moves into Cassie’s. She now holds a strong hand of 3 aces. Graham’s hand has been reduced to a 9 and two 5s.

Rhett covers his mouth in exaggerated sympathy, then breaks into laughter.

“Well, Graham, you might be the big MAN in the boardroom…” He spins slowly, arms outstretched. “But I think your dreams just got shattered by the glass ceiling mafia!”

The lights flash, the music kicks up again. And that’s when Rebekah claws you back and thrusts onto your shaft as hard as she can. You release inside her crying out as the music rises and Rhett begins to close the show.

“And with that,” Rhett grins, “we bid our players a very spicy farewell. Good luck with your challenges, and we’ll see you all after the winter break! Try not to get frostbite where it counts.”