Rounding out the group and finding out the game

“Wake up, sleepyhead.”

Mary groaned awake into the waking world. Her body was sore, especially her knees. And with Pastel still looming over her trip, she was less than thrilled to have to get up again. She blinked into wakefulness before happily exclaiming “Lacey!” as she realized who was trying to rouse her from slumber.

Lacey smiled. The blonde bombshell was almost identical to Angela—some had jokingly called them twins back in undergrad—although wearing a very different outfit from her fellow blonde’s red micro bikini. Lacey was slightly more modest in a tiny pink cocktail dress, although not by much. Her tits were practically popping out of its too-small cups, her nipples nearly peaking out as she clearly wasn’t wearing a bra. Her ass wasn’t doing any better, the dress’ fabric simply lacking the material to meaningfully cover her ample curves.

“I guess you got roped into this too, huh?” Mary asked while starting to sit up. The blanket dropped and revealed her own large breasts, causing the brunette to squeal and cover herself back up under the covers.

Lacey chuckled as Mary blushed, holding the blanket over herself. “Yeah. Pastel called me last night after she finished up with you guys. She made me re-pack my bag with new outfits to wear and a bunch of other stuff that she’s probably going to use on all of us. She also gave me some residuals to match Angela. I guess she found the idea of two matching blondes just as irresistible as every frat we partied at.”

Mary laughed at that last comment. Lacey had always been delightfully bright and bubbly. Ange was probably the most adventurous, Jen the wildest, Mary the mildest, and Lacey was always the kindest. Sometimes to her own detriment.

“Are you ok? I’m so sorry we’re all stuck like this,” Mary said with her head down. She was both so ashamed the week she’d planned had been hijacked and that the sweet, naive Lacey had been sucked into it.

“Oh, babe, you’re fine.” Lacey put a hand over Mary’s and squeezed it gently. “I know we still talk, but I’ve tried to keep how the new order’s affected me from those chats. Unfortunately for me and fortunately for the boys in my classes, Aiden is a bit on the small side. I am sooo used to getting used out of the blue at this point.”

“Seriously? But he looks like he’d be—“

“Bigger? Yeah, lots of people assume that since he’s black. But that’s just not the case.” Lacey leaned in conspiratorially, whispering “I think he might be smaller than Rod. I even get a tug in my head from Ange.”

Mary couldn’t help but feel a bit surprised at that. She practically laughed out “Why is it that the two most confident of our groups’ partners are also the smallest?”

“I KNOW! It’s crazy! If you looked by attitude, there’s no way Rod and Aiden would be at the bottom of our list, but I guess Mark and Eli are just that well endowed.” She elbowed Mary a bit at the mention of Mark’s name.

Mary smiled. She loved her husband, but she would be the first to acknowledge that he was on the shy side. And that he was quite the nerdy introvert. But she loved him, and it’s not like they weren’t both nerdy introverts. “Eli’s not actually that big. I asked Jen about it and she said she fucked his brother—“

Now it was Lacey’s turn to look surprised. She practically shouted with incredulity, “She fucked Jason?!”

That made Mary really lose it laughing. “Yeah, that’s what she said.”

Lacey shook her head. “Damn. She sure didn’t tell me that. Granted, she was making full use of Ange’s mouth at the time.”

Mary’s jaw dropped. “Wh-a-a-at?”

Lacey nodded. “Yup, I came in and she was cumming her brains out on the couch while Ange licked away at her pussy. I get why—I’ve got the same residual now too. ‘No more pleasuring yourself unless you get permission to while pleasing somebody else.’”

Mary was silent for a moment. “So Jen’s letting her touch herself so long as she eats her out then?”

“Yup, hit the nail on the head. You’ve been out quite a bit, understandably so given your night yesterday, but Jen really took advantage of that for a while. Poor Ange. Speaking of, let’s go down and talk to her. We’re almost through with the afternoon and Pastel will probably call before dinner for a bit more… entertainment.”

Lacey got up from the bed and walked out the door, trying to keep the tiny dress relatively in place as she went.

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“Wait, so how do you even teach anymore?” Jen asked.

“Not easily.” Lacey quickly replied after taking a long drink from her wineglass. “I actually had to find a new job after a few months of the new social order. The last school I worked at was a private boarding school focused on remedial education, and all the boys were over 18. Ergo, they could all give commands.” The four friends were sitting in the living room drinking wine and catching up. Despite all that had happened, it felt nice to just chat for a bit and get lost in each others stories. And perhaps a little drunk.

Jen laughed out, “Ergo, they all had you sucking their dicks as soon as they realized how low on the ladder you are.” Ange and Mary gasped as they realized that implication as well.

Lacey just nodded. “Yup, and it was miserable. Word traveled fast throughout the student body, and pretty much instantly my body practically belonged to the students. After a week of getting covered in cum all day the principal made me choose between leaving my post or becoming his secretary. And since I figured that he was just offering me the job to use my mouth all day himself, I declined.”

“I’m sorry, Lace. That’s rough.” Ange said, sipping her glass of wine.

“Not as rough as him using my throat the rest of the day anyways!”

Lacey, Ange, and Jen all burst into laughter while Mary downed the rest of her glass.

“You ok, Mary?” Angela asked.

She shifted in her seat, looking delightful in her sheer bra and lace panties to comply with her dress code. “Yeah, it’s just… I don’t know. I’m sorry. I guess I’m just so used to having Mark’s status that I don’t really think about getting used like that. Even though it’s been a few years, I just haven’t—“

“Had to deal with as much sex as the rest of us?” Lacey teased.

Mary went red, and not just because of the wine. “Yes! I mean, yeah. And last night…”

Jen walked back around her to the kitchen and ruffled Mary’s hair. “Hey, it’s ok, Mary. Mark’s hung. Don’t feel bad for loving who you love and being whatever status you are because of that. It’s just the way of the world now.” Her tone softened as she poured herself another glass. “And none of us think less of you for that. If you need to talk about last night, we're here for you.”

“Here, here! Do we have any more red after I finish this, Jen?” Ange cheered, raising her glass. She was still wearing her tiny red micro bikini’s thong, but the mischievous Jen had managed to keep her topless after their little free time earlier that afternoon. Pastel’s command kept Ange and Mary from changing into a different outfit even if a piece was missing until the next day, forcing the blonde to keep her tits on display after Jen hid the barely-there-bikini top while she recovered. She was also clearly the tipsiest of the group, her cheeks flushed after several healthy glasses of red wine.

“Nope!” Jen shouted back. She was also tipsy, though she hadn’t had as much to drink as Ange yet. “We’ve got one more bottle left, a riesling we need to hang onto. I’m sure we’ll need it after our game or task or whatever tonight.”

Mary smiled, feeling the warmth of the wine and her friends’ company washing through her. “Thanks, guys.” She almost whispered it out. She didn’t want to talk about it yet, but she knew she probably would sometime.

The girls all nodded. Lacey swirled the remnants of her glass before downing it as well. “What do you think tonight’s game is going to be, anyways?”

Ring, ring.

“Shit.” The other three women murmured.

The click in their heads **** Angela to answer.

“Hiiii, girls!”

“Hiii, Pastel.” Ange nearly slurred back.

“Oh my god, are you all day drinking?”

The round of cheers the intoxicated women happily raised was answer enough.

“Aaaw, I’m really warming up to you guys. If I come visit maybe I’ll have to drink with you.”

Lacey was the first to pipe up. “Not unless you’re 21, high-class girl!”

The others giggled at the comment. Even Pastel let out a little chuckle. “Alright, look… I’m not sure exactly how to say this, but my boyfriend got me thinking a little this afternoon. Well, maybe it’s more fair to say Angie’s husband got him thinking—“

“Leave him alone!” the drunk Angela shot to her feet, her assets jiggling for the camera as she stomped her foot helplessly.

“Woah, touchy. Keep quiet, blondie. No talking until I say.”

*Click.*

Ange huffed in annoyance at the command, tossing her phone to Mary. Mary caught it and gingerly set it where it had been last night, afraid to upset Pastel any more than Ange’s outburst already might have.

Pastel continued. “Ok, look… Fuck it, I’m just going to tell you. I don’t know what your hubby actually said, Angie, but whatever it was it got Ave—I mean, my boyfriend—thinking. He got all melancholy on me today about how he might have gone further he than he realized, and I guess he’s doubting himself a bit. I don’t like how he seems a bit unsure of himself right now, but I’ll admit that maybe we’ve been pushing the boundaries a bit lately. So, after giving him what he needs most,” she practically cooed, “I think I’ve got his head on straight again. But, it made me think about our little game too. And it made me realize that we need a clean slate.”

The girls were deeply intrigued. What the hell did Rod do? The thought ran through all of their heads.

“Granted, I still love making you all my little sluts and I have no intention of giving you up, but I do think that for this to work I need to give you all a more… autonomy to make clawing it back feel fair for now. So here’s the deal. All residual commands to everyone that are appearance-related will be dropped in just a few moments.”

This was something the girls were quite happy to hear. What followed, not so much.

“Everyone’s honesty and similar commands will all remain. You will all still be totally honest with me, not try hide information, pick up when I call or text, and all that other good stuff. Everything else is off the table. Shake your titties for me if you understand!”

*Click.*

The scantily clad women all bounced their breasts for the camera.

“Good girls! So, here’s how we’re going to even the playing field. The commands you’re going to end up with tonight are all going to be pretty much random luck. That way, I don’t feel guilty for picking on one of you and all of you wind up with fun challenges to amuse me. Do you guys have cards there?”

Being the nearest to the chest containing the games and other amusements left by the cabin’s owners, Jen bent over the trunk to check. “It doesn’t look like it. Lots of board games, but the only card game we’ve got is UNO.”

“That’ll do. Alright, ladies, gather around the sectional. It’s time to play UNO!”

*Click.*

The girls did as they were told, sitting around the sectional so that when clockwise play began the turn order would be Mary, Angela, Jennifer, then Lacey. Jennifer laughed as she placed her wine glass down, “I’m surrounded by hot blondes, lucky me.”

Pastel’s chuckle seemed to agree. “And they’ll only be getting hotter as the night goes on. So, here’s the twist: I’m adding a few more rules. I’ll go ahead and text them to all of you to read, it’ll be faster than saying them, and a nice test. Apply the rules I text you to your game of UNO. Tell me if you feel a click and have to obey the rules once you read them.”

All the standard rules apply. Additionally, special cards now have the following properties:

Draw 2: receive a minor residual command.

Draw 4: receive a major residual command.

Reverse: change player order and swap house roles with the player you just reversed.

Wildcard: change the suit and the next player’s house role will be altered.

Zero: can trade one of your residuals for another player’s, but the residual you take will be randomly selected. Alternatively, you can trade your house role for a random player’s.

You’re probably wondering, “what’s a ‘house role?’” Well, my playthings, your house role is going to be a fun little addition to your station you’ll manage while you all stay here. Roommates often fall into roles while together, for example “the cook,” “the cleaner,” and the like. You’ll be getting one of those that will give you additional duties to perform if you get a wildcard. But they’re going to be a lot more risqué than just that lol.

*Click.*

“We get it.” The girls all said as Jen dealt the starting hands. She flipped up the top card.

“Then let the game begin!”