The stronger one

Brown hair and ruddy complexion with peach fuzz.

GORGEOUS neck and shoulders, and a tight white shirt. He looks like he would be the best to cuddle up to in bed or on the other hand, hold you down and pound you into next week. You need to get his attention.

"Hey guys," you say cautiously, but charming. "What's the big deal about these girls?"

As his friend is still left gawking at you, the man turns his phone to show you a whole thread of photos from a recent summer party. They are all incredibly slutty, but you've got to hand it to him -- at least he's got some diverse taste. These are pictures of some girls that are drunk and shameless, but some that look a bit more embarrassed, homely, or nerdy. You see a big titted bombshell who looks like she's an upperclassman, and another who is obviously sucking her first dick. All completely naked.

"These are all the sluts who lost last Friday," he says.

"Lost?" you ask, confused.

"We played cards, Truth or Dare, and Mario Kart...all the classics," he says.

The other guy is shyly trying to avoid looking at your awesome legs and occupying himself with a menial task in the bathroom.

"Why are they all naked?" you ask him. The tougher guy cracks his knuckles and you can swear you smell his pheromones kicking into action. He wipes a bead of sweat off his face with his elbow.

"They're naked cause those were the rules of the game we played. Why? You want to join them?"