Succumb to Peer Pressure

Amy twirls to her left and discovers the reason that Becky wasn't at her usual lunch table. She's here, she's been here the whole time, and Amy was just so fixed on the naked, creampied form of Jen that she didn't even look to the side and notice.

"Becky's right, you're the last one that we need to sign it." Jen says quietly.

Amy stares at Becky and furrows her brow. "Why? Why did you guys sign it so quickly?"

Becky cocks her head. "Well, I have no idea about the other two. But I thought it would be obvious why I signed it. And why I want you to sign it."

Amy is still reeling from the shock of discovering her friend has silently been standing there this whole time, and can't think clearly enough to immediately understand what she means.

"It doesn't matter." Becky says, audibly irritated. "I want you to sign it, and that should be enough."

"That should be enough?!" Amy replies, confounded. "This feels like a big deal! Surely we should be very, very carefully thinking about..."

Becky interrupts her. "You are the main reason we're in this mess. You said you were sorry for that. Prove it. Sign the freaking contract. Make it up to me."

Amy feels a tingle in the back of her neck, a weird concern or hesitation to just follow through with this.

"Becky, I want to prove I'm sorry, and I want you to fully forgive me. I really do. But when signing a contract this serious, I've got to understand what I'm getting into."

Becky harrumphs. "I wish you'd had this level of forethought when you signed us up for this stupid game in the first place."

Amy looks down and away in shame.

"Look, I can't explain myself out loud right now, because a lot of people are listening, and I don't need them hearing something I'd rather keep rather confidential, okay?" Becky says, a bit more softly.

Amy continues to avoid looking at Becky, feeling overwhelmed by uncertain thoughts.

"Amy. Hello. Look at me." Becky snaps, but not in an entirely unfriendly manner.

Amy raises her gaze to her friend once again.

Becky sighs, glances to both sides to see how many people are looking her way, and apparently satisfied that it's not too many, briefly raises the front of her skirt to allow Amy and Jen to see underneath.

Concealed underneath Becky's tight black pencil skirt, and now briefly visible to the world, are three used condoms, tightly tied to the lacy black thong that she has permanently displaced to one side.

Amy gasps at the outrageousness of it, and Becky quickly drops the hem of her skirt back in place.

"Oh." Amy says, now full of understanding.

"Yeah." Becky replies, clearly irritated that this was even necessary.

Becky is required to pin used condoms to her underwear each week, until she's collected five. If she's not wearing underwear, it has to be pinned to something else. If her clothing rules became anywhere near as restrictive as Tilly's she'd spend some of each week walking around with 1 to 4 used condoms dangling on display all day.

The tingling on the back of Amy's neck hasn't disappeared, but she pushes back against the sensation. She understands why it's so important now, not just for her, but even moreso for her friend, that this rules variation is put in place.

"I'll sign the contract." Amy announces.

"Thank you." Jen says quietly.

"There's one more thing you're forgetting to tell her, isn't there, Jen?"

Jen sighs. "I haven't forgotten, I was just getting to it."

Amy narrows her eyes again. Plot twists are not welcome in her life any more. "What is it?"

"It's nothing bad, for you at least. Just, something I have to legally make you aware of. When I played the poker game, I took the 7 of clubs. And now, as a result, I have to let you know, that whenever I give you my blessing to enter into a contract that I am also a part of, and then you sign that contract, my pussy, fingers and tongue become Free Use to you, for the purposes of stimulating your primary sexual organ as much as you desire, for the next 8 hours."

"Speaking of which, slut, I'm almost ready to go again." One of the men standing directly behind her speaks in a low, dominant tone.

"This is Brian, and this is Zachary." Jen introduces Amy to the two men with a dry, unamused tone. "They represent the interests of the Game Organization Board, and they have signed the contract on the Board's behalf. And have decided to keep me here in Campus Affairs meeting room A for the following 8 hours, taking turns fucking me raw."

"We'd appreciate it if you kept things simple, and just let us keep her here, rather than getting into a dispute about it." Zachary says in a much more polite voice than his colleague. "Of course, you're free to use her tongue while she's here. She's had a lot of practice over the last year, and is quite the cunnilingus expert by now, from the reports I've heard,"

Amy is rendered speechless, and Becky makes a disgusted sound.

"Amy will sign your contract, and then we'll be on our way." She snarls. "You two may think what you're doing is okay, but to us, it's abhorrent."

Brian completely ignores Becky's disapproval, and decides in this moment to guide Jen to climb down off the desk, and bend over it. He pulls out his cock and lines it up with her pussy. Jen just rolls her eyes, and doesn't even flinch as he pushes his unprotected head inside. Instead, she just gathers together the nearby stack of papers and beckons for Amy to step closer.

"If you... Ahh..." She moans as Brian pushes deeper. "If you could please read through this... And sign each page... Then you can be on your way... Ahh..."

And so, Amy awkwardly allows herself to be guided through signing a complex legal document by a naked woman who is bent over the desk, being pounded hard from behind, and can't help but make lots of sexual squeaks and moans as she talks.

This is so fucking surreal.

As soon as she is done, Becky grabs her by the arm and leads her from the room. The sounds of weak sexual submission gradually fade into the distance.