Monopoly

“I saw a board game inside,” Phoebe says.

“Babe,” Joey whines. “A board game? I thought we were about to get wild.”

Rachel stands up, pulling her jacket tightly shut.“As long as we play inside. The mosquitoes are starting to eat me up.”

“Good idea,” Monica says, “I can slip into something more comfortable.”

“More comfortable than a hoodie and leggings?” Ross asks.

“I was referring to taking off my bra,” Monica says, “but I didn’t want to make Joey think about that. It’s like feeding a dog from a table: he’s just going to beg for more.”

Joey tosses a bucket of water on the fire, “If ladies are taking off their bras, I’m there.”

The ladies head inside. Chandler helps Ross clean up, making sure to carrying in the last handle of bourbon. He grips Ross’s shoulder, “It’s going to be alright. Don’t tell Monica but I’m going to be so jealous of the hotties you’re going to run through. You gotta tell me everything.”

Ross doesn’t even consider that Rachel will actually leave him. No way she has some pornographic account. No way would she abandon her comfortable life. Ross is more taken back by Chandler’s request to hear about these future sexcapades. He’s never told him anything about his sex life before. This was out of nowhere.

“Are you and Monica alright?”

Chandler shakes his head, “Nah. Well I don’t know. We haven’t had sex in months and I’m so fucking horny. I feel like Joey.”

“Damn dude. We gotta get you laid. Monica told that cute story about you guys tonight. I’m sure you’ll get some.”

“Fingers crossed,” Chandler says.

The two walk inside. Ready for some fun with their wives.

Phoebe has a Monopoly board set up on the coffee table in the middle of the living room.

Monica sits on a cushy chair, her bare legs draped over the arm. She’s changed into shorts, but kept on her hoodie that still smells like campfire. Her big breasts sit lower without the bra supporting them. Her pale legs are smooth with a fresh shave, a hint that she planned for intimacy tonight.

Rachel walks out of her bedroom in a matching Leopard print pajama set that looks like it cost Ross’s paycheck. The soft fabric flows on her fit body. The neckline plunges showing her collar bones and sternum, teasing her cleavage, while pants show off her tight little butt. She sits on the couch with her feet tucked under her. Her blue eyes search the board.

“I’ll be the cute little dog.”

Everyone picks out a token. Ross volunteers to be banker.

“There’s no banker,” Phoebe explains. “No money. Properties and rent are paid differently under my rules.

1. Buying a property requires you to take a shot.

2. Buying a house requires you to take a shot.

3. Paying rent requires you giving a piece of clothing to the owner.

4. If you are out of clothes, you’re at the mercy of the owner. You’ll have to find out what they want for payment. It might be touching, putting on a flirty show, kissing. If there are houses or heaven forbid a hotel, sexual favors will be required to pay rent. You can get creative with this one which makes it fun. If it’s too extreme compared to the cost of rent, the group can vote it down.”

“Nope! Don’t get up Monica! The clothes you have on are your money,” Joey calls. “you’re not stopping by the ATM.”

“How do you win?”

Ross answers, “Be the one with all the properties, clothes and the other players kneeling before you begging that they’ll do anything not to get kicked out.”

“Sounds like you just want everyone to get naked,” Chandler says to Phoebe who smiles.

“And drunk and having fun and flirting outside their comfort zone.”

“Sounds like we might be doing more than flirting,” Monica says.

Joey says, “If you’re uncomfortable you don’t have to play, it sounds like a lot of fun to me.”

“I’m down,” Rachel says, her eyes drift to Chandler.

The six spread out around the table to play. Rachel and Monica are at a severe disadvantage by changing before the game.

The dice are rolled. Shots are taken. Properties are bought. The buzzed couples get full-on drunk.

Chandler has to pay rent first. He takes off his plain white tee and hands it to Rachel who holds the deed to the property. His body is muscled with hard labor. The women check him out in appreciation, and start to see what Monica meant by saying he was out of her league.

Rachel puts his white tee on over her pajamas. She smiles, “It smells like you.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good thing,” Chandler says out loud. He doesn’t have the confidence that he should.

Joey rolls two doubles in a row, buys two properties, rolls another double and goes to jail. He shrugs, “At least I can still take your undies in jail.”

Phoebe says, “Nope. If you’re in jail, you don’t get rent money. You have to take a shot when someone lands on your property.”

Monica rolls and lands on his property, sticks her tongue out, “Take a shot while I crash at your place for free.”

Joey grumbles but takes the shot. The whiskey splashes in his stomach when he moves.

This has the potential to be a long night of fun, or a very short one filled with illness.