The Phone

You give her a look of confusion, before grabbing your phone, and unlocking it. "Not sure what this is gonna do, but I'm not wearing panties, so here."

You hand the phone back to Kathy, and immediately feel Beth and Jenna grab your arms, and wrench them behind your back. You feel a pair of cold steel handcuffs click into place around your wrists, securing your hands behind your back, and keeping you from covering yourself.

"What the hell?" You exclaim as Kathy flips through your phone. "You're not gonna find anything on there."

Kathy grins. "Oh, I'm not looking for pictures, but I am willing to guess that you're not the kind of guy who feels like putting in his passwords constantly aaaaand, yup. Here it is. Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, all of it just open."

"There's nothing embarrassing on any of that."

"I'm not interested in what's already on them. Here's how the next round goes. If you win, you get a piece of clothing back. If you lose, whoever gets a better score than you gets to take a picture of their choice with your phone. If you bust, we get to pick a site, and post a picture of your tiny little dicklette for all your friends and followers to see. Looks like that's around a thousand on Twitter alone. I'll bet they'd LOVE this."

You're struck speechless. You never imagined they could be this cruel, but their laughter suggests otherwise.

"You can't be serious."

"Oh, we are." Jenna says between giggles. "And you better hurry up, or we're gonna start snapping pics."

You shake your head, and have a seat at the table, awaiting your fate. Jenna deals.