The Rules of the Game

The devilish game had been an idea from one of Alma's girlfriends. She didn't know where she had come up with the idea, and she didn't want to know.

The way the game worked was simple. They would each pick a card, and the highest card won the round. Each winner would then take command of the round to come.

The winner would get a short amount of time, which would increase with every round, to try to beat, strip, and ultimately make the loser orgasm. This game would continue until the loser was cumming in front of the winner and the cameras, whether it took two minutes or two hours. Technically, the girls didn't even have to strip each other if they didn't have to. Who knew how sensitive their opponent was?

The loser of the round simply had to survive until the end of the round. She could only defend her clothes and her dignity. Hitting, stripping, or trying to make her opponent cum wasn’t allowed. Between each round, the girls could only fix their clothing if it was an obvious hindrance to them competing. Nobody could put anything back on, zipped, or buttoned up. There was no referee present, but not following the rules here would be as good as a loss. In fact, each side had their friends watching the cameras upstairs. If anyone failed to follow the rules, they wouldn't just lose there would be consequences.

The cards were placed on the table, and the two girls stared at each other.

“Pick one,” said Imogen.

“The whore goes first.”

Imogen’s nostrils flared at that, but she knew she would have her **** soon. She swiped a card from the top of the deck. It was a seven. That is not bad for a start. Either way, fifteen seconds wouldn’t be too bad.