Head out to Luna's big house and hot tub for another challenge

"Awww," Kath says. "Too bad, Joe."

"Yeah, too bad. Any other night," you tell her. "I'm about at my limit for, well, vertical exercise."

"Vertical exercise?," Tara says. "Aw, poor Joe." She and Jennifer, the tallest among their friends, share a laugh. But not long ago, Tara and Jennifer had their hot hands on your cock, and they weren't laughing then. Luna too. Fairouzeh seemed most star-struck by your equipment, but Tara gave you that extra squeeze. And maybe she'd be up for another competition. Volleyball -- you lost. Cherry stem tying with your tongue -- you won. Golf -- well, close, but Tara beat you by a stroke. After she mooned you at the critical moment.

"Well, hey, I was gonna take you to a nice pool," you tell Tara. "Waterfall, tropical landscaping, spa and whirlpool jets."

Kath nods. "Whirlpools, yeah," she says.

Fairouzeh gives you that uncomfortable look again.

Jennifer notices and laughs. "Your place has a better pool, Fairouzeh," she says.

Fairouzeh says, "My parents' place, you mean."

And you're not going there in a month of Sundays, from the look on her face. The Pickup Artist's Guide would advise you not to push on something like that.

"You know, I have a hot tub," Luna says. "One of those really big redwood ones? I mean, if that's what people want."

"Does it have bubble jets?" Kath asks her.

"Oh yeah, we just got 'em put in a little while ago," Luna says. "They were a real trip." Her eyes wander up and off to the side. "I forgot about them, but if you kind of sit over them at, you know, the right angle..."

"Yeahhh," Kath sighs. "Right on."

Tara and Jennifer giggle. Fairouzeh looks like she's blushing again.

"So yeah, if people wanna go somewhere, I mean if we don't want to go out to a coffee shop, I mean Daisy's has this wonderful blueberry pie, I mean," Luna gushes. "We could go to my place."

"Don't you have a houseful?" Jennifer asks. "Remember when I came to dinner that time?"

Luna shakes her head. "The house is all off at some gathering in the National Forest," she says. "Just me and the cats and the chickens knocking around in that big place this week. Oh yeah. Come and take some eggs. Unless we want to go to Daisy's maybe."

"Does Daisy's do take-out pie?" you ask.

"Yeah. Oh yeah, right." Luna says. "Of course. I mean it won't be warm but we could warm it up if we wanted."

"Chickens?" Mona says.

"Yeah, they're really kinda sweet for chickens," Luna says. "I mean, a lot of chickens are kind of mean to each other and people too, but ours are sweet, you'd like them."

Mona glances at you hopefully. You give her a nod. You do owe her one for tonight.

And so it's settled. Off to Luna's, with a stop at Daisy's for takeout pie and a late-night liquor store for party fuel.

After the mini golf, rounds of cokes, pie and liquor, you've kinda blown a month's party budget. It's been worth it. You've been having fun for hours now, and the night isn't over if you can help it. And hell, even if nothing else happens tonight beyond four girls squeezing your dick and Tara giving you a full-moon ass flash, it's been fun. Definitely worth it, and maybe they'll want to see you again.

Fairouzeh is driving a nice European sedan. Mona joins her, along with Tara and Jennifer. Luna comes with you to give you directions to Daisy's and lead the way to her house, and Kath sits in the back seat of your little old car.

Your windows are down to let in the mild summer evening breeze. There's still a nice vibe in the air. Luna's a touchy girl, and as she casually puts her fingertips on your leg or brushes her hand over your shoulder, Mr. Happy starts plumping up a bit. Kath, for her part, is reaching over the seat and touching Luna's shoulders. Rubbing and squeezing a little. Luna seems to like it, or at least not to mind. Luna talks about the sexual adventures her housemates have had. "I mean, it's kind of wild. In a good way, mostly, but god, the drama. A couple of times, you know, I couldn't talk people down and the only thing I could think of was to dive in and give them head till they popped off and stopped crying and I kind of sat on them till they went to sleep. I mean, it's been pretty chill now."

"Yeah," Kath says. "I was there for that one time. You needed me to hold onto them till they calmed down enough that you could talk them down. Or, yeah, you told me the next morning you did end up getting them off. They still living here?"

"Nah," Luna says. "I mean they were better after that, but I'm glad they moved on. Nice and chill now."

No drama tonight, you hope. Your chest throbs from Karen Yoshida's perfectly placed flying kick, and you've still got a tender spot on the back of your head from hitting her pool deck. You're not sure you'd survive any more drama.

You hope Fairouzeh won't be too shy for skinny-dipping in Luna's hot tub. You wonder from the looks that Mona was giving her that Mona wouldn't mind dragging her off to a closet and messing up Fairouzeh's perfectly made-up face with a little love wrestling in the dark.

Luna lives in a big old funky place tucked away at the head of a little canyon off what passes for a country road, though it's pretty close to town. The chickens are asleep, to Mona's disappointment, but the redwood hot tub is idling at lukewarm. It's certainly big enough for seven, but you'll be bumping hips and maybe knees. You have a chance to make a good dent in the pies and the party fuel by the time the heater brings up the hot tub to temperature.

"Hey, I have an idea for a challenge," you say. "No exertion. No precision. No fine tongue control."

"Awww," Luna says. "No fine tongue control? I want to see you do that cherry stem thing again, Joe."

Tara gives you a level look. "A challenge?"

You've caught her now.

"Yeah," you say. "In the hot tub. Heads down in the water. Hold your breath. Winner..."

"Winner picks the next game?" Jennifer says.

"Winner takes a forfeit from someone?" Mona says.

"No thank you," Fairouzeh says.

"Guess we need a judge," Kath says. "You can watch."

"Winner takes a forfeit from everyone," Tara says. There's a gleam in her eyes and a bloom in her cheeks. The party fuel is amping up her competitiveness.

"We on?" you ask.

"We're on," Tara says.

Jennifer, Kath, Luna, and Mona are in the game too, with you and Tara. Fairouzeh is judging.

You take turns soaping and rinsing in the outdoor shower next to the hot tub, though Fairouzeh disappears inside the house. To your delight, she comes out wet and wearing only a towel, which falls on the redwood decking to reveal her beautiful figure, her pale skin shimmering faintly in the dimly lit tub area. Her long dark hair is pulled up to keep it out of the tub, and her dark eyebrows draw your glance straight to her eyes, glimmering in the near-darkness. Her nipples are obvious, dark and stiff, sticking out like little fingertips from her softly bouncing breasts.

You're across from Tara, who looks confident in turning her two-to-one lead into a three-to-one. She's an athlete who kicked your ass at volleyball and miniature golf, you're a pool boy with a big dick who beat her in tongue wrangling a cherry stem.

"All right is everybody ready?" Fairouzeh asks.

"Yup," Kath says. "Uh-huh," Jennifer says. "Yeah," Mona says. "Mmm," Luna says with a nod. "Okay," Tara says, nodding.

You nod along with an "Mm-hm."

"All right, three two one go," Fairouzeh says.

You, Tara, and the other four girls submerge. Time passes.

You have Hard +2 (with Fucking Huge), Hot +2 (with Charming), Cool 0, Control -1, and 2 XP in the evening of this busy day.

Roll +HOT(0) (+2 Hot, -2 five girls) to TELL THEM what you've won. On a Miss, someone else wins and they choose something silly, or perhaps they have everyone answer a sex question, or maybe someone chokes on hot tub water and the challenge ends. On a 10+, you win and decide. On a 7-9, someone else wins and chooses a forfeit that can be paid sexually. Choose who wins and what they ask for.