Yes, and its name was Lisa

“Hey Erica, fancy meeting you here.”

Oh hell, Lisa had just arrived in time to see me adjusting my shorts, she looked me up and down, giving a very faint look of disgust “The hell are you wearing?”

Lisa had a habit of ignoring my personal space when she knew it would make me uncomfortable.

“I can wear whatever I want Lisa,” I tried to sound stern in the vain hopes of deterring Lisa from trying anything with me, but obviously, after the multitude of times she’d stripped me, it was clear that I held no respect in her eyes, as she scoffed when I did so. “now leave me alone, I’m trying to have fun for once.”

“You call this having fun?” Lisa gave a side-eye to the machine I was playing on “Come on, Erica, you can be doing way more fun things than this…”

“Yeah right…” I said, struggling to maintain a balance of attention between the game and Lisa, wary of any sudden moves she might try to pull, only a second after I said this did I realize that she could hear me by the look of the grin on her face, and that it really sounded like I was challenging her.

“Well, for starters, we could see who can last longer in this game, loser takes a piece of clothing off,” Lisa placed a quarter on the dash that held the 2nd player’s gun, daring me to accept.

I looked at Lisa for a second, what was her plan? Did she have some way of guaranteeing her win?