The Challenge Cards

The laughter hasn’t fully faded before your tablet buzzes again—shorter this time, but sharper. Five new cards slide across your screen in a fanned arc of dark metallic gold, each bordered in a thin shimmer and etched in elegant white lettering. At the top-left corner of each, a stylized white-line icon gives a clean, suggestive hint of what’s inside.

Rhett steps forward and claps once, sharply.

“That buzz you felt? That’s your challenge cards arriving, gentlemen. Gold, because that’s where the gold is—these are your options to score for the week.”

“Pick one. Match it with your girl. If you complete it, you get her card’s base score times the challenge multiplier.”

He raises a finger.

“But—and this is critical—you must record it. No footage, no points. Doesn’t matter if it was tender, filthy, or Oscar-worthy—if you can’t prove it, it didn’t happen.”

There’s a little ripple down the row as everyone glances at their screens again, a few faces suddenly more serious.

You look down. There are 5 stylized gold cards on your screen:

Hand Job: Multiplier (x3), Blow Job: Multiplier (x4), Anal Sex: Multiplier (x6), BDSM: Multiplier (x7) and Public Sex: Multiplier (x8).

You mull over just how you're going to get this hot, athletic girl to agree to do any of that when so far she doesn't even know you exist.