You know it can.

You rapidly make your way out of the room with the topless dancing, and whipped cream back into the dance room. You have the firm intention of heading straight out and back to your dorm. But your headlong flight encounters yet another snag.

You are unbalanced by your arms being firmly held behind your back and unable to shout any apologies as you plunge into the dance floor. In your hurry to leave you barely make it three steps before you start accidentally shouldering and barging into people. The first few give you dirty looks and carry on in the movements to the beat. One lean guy with straw coloured hair though takes particular umbrage as you awkwardly try and squeeze past him and spill his drink

“Fuck sake” he growls

“Ourrugghy” you say apologetically though you doubt he can hear you.

He looks at you puzzled for a moment then laughs. He shouts over the music “Looks like you’re on a losing streak tonight babe. Am I right?” Your heart sinks and you realise where this is going.

You desperately try to make your way through the crowd of dancers but a tight knot of party goers with their backs to you blocks your path.

You turn looking for another exit and see the guy with the spilt drink is still checking you out. He glances at his GT and presumably your GAME stats “Yup” He confirms. “Two for two tonight” Has he seen your ongoing GAME with Mandy though you wonder?

He grins at you wolfishly and grabs you by the arm dragging your back the way you came.

“Mmmphhummwmmph” you plead, **** for him to just let you go from this unfolding nightmare.

But he has no such intention and you are powerless to resist as he cheerfully calls out “Sorry guys, coming through”. The crowd parts oblivious to your distress.

Once in the relative quiet of the back room he says “Hey how about I make it three for three”.

By this time the dancing girls and their audience have noticed you and are jeering from the side-lines. The brunette you slapped taking particular glee “Back so soon dumbass. Oooh, what’s the matter? Poor baby doesn’t have a comeback line. Be careful with this one Ricky” she says to the guy who has just dragged you back in “She’s precious. Doesn’t like playing games”

“Is that so” Ricky smirks “Ok how about this. You’re in luck. I saw on your profile you’re an undergraduate law student, Cindy South. I just so happen to be a post graduate law student completing a doctorate. I was chosen valedictorian” he smiles at you. In other circumstances it might just be charming. “So how about we arrange a little punishment for spilling my drink. GAME Contest. I spank you for four minutes, hard as I want. You don’t shed a single tear, don’t try and wiggle out of my grasp once or protest at all then YOU WIN my tutorage in Law, eight hours a week every week for the rest of the year. YOU LOSE and that nice moist pussy of yours is mine for the evening, any way I want” To emphasise the point he rubs your ass cheeks and checks you up and down.

This guy has read your GT profile! Does he not know a cream pie will kill you? If he does, he is not letting on.

“And seeing as you aren’t too good at parties, maybe you should be kept out of the way” Ricky continues “let’s say NO PLAY is your clothes disappear, we add some pretty bondage ropes to your arms thighs and tits and you have to kneel right here naked for the rest of the evening, say till 00:30. You get a padded matt under your knees of course. I’m not a bastard.” he laughs.

That contest will never be valid you think. Under the rules the chance of winning has to be proportionate to the reward. Five-minute spanking for the chance to win tutorage can’t be…

Your heart sinks as the GT vibrates with acceptance.

“MMMFFMMSPHHH” you desperately cry out

Ricky laughs anticipating your frustrating “I am very good at law. So, what’s it goanna be Cindy South?” he says mockingly.

You bow your head in defeat. But still, there’s no way you are going to risk a cream pie. You shake your head. “Uggheel” you manage, and the GT recognises you declining the CONTEST.

Ricky raises an eyebrow and shrugs. “Suit yourself. You can be an ornament for the evening”. Without another word he heads back onto the dance floor.

A moment later your find yourself butt naked kneeling submissively with your arms behind your back and a ball gag in your mouth unable to do much than swivel your hips to look around.

The dancers and audience prance around you for a few minutes mocking you. But after a while they get bored and go back to their own activities. You’ve been suitably humbled and thankfully none of them suggest any more GAMES.

After a while you can hear the sounds of their private party continuing behind you and are pretty sure that the dancing has stopped and the fucking has started. Luckily it is reasonably far away and from this angle you doubt you are in any immediate danger of getting stray sperm into you.