A New Match-Up

“Let’s go back in there and finish this – for real this time.”

Ordinarily, Maria would have never even thought about doing what Imogen and Alma had done, but the word “spic” rang in her ears. She’d heard it all her life, and she never got used to it. Laura needed to be put in her place for good.

“Same rules?”

“First to make the other cum. No interference. Cameras on. Same room.”

“No,” Maria blurted out. “No cards. Just a fight.”

Laura smirked at that. Now she didn’t have to give Maria any sort of in because of a lucky card. She was going to kick the crap out of her, strip her naked, and make the little college girl scream. They wouldn’t dare bring up to anyone what happened to Alma when one of their own got the same treatment. The baiting had worked.

Everyone else shrugged and prepared to go back to their previous positions. A couple of girls returned to the living room and reset everything, moving things back into their place to give some semblance of order. The discarded cards disappeared from the low-wooden table in the middle, and the black leather sofa and armchair combo were shifted back to where they were before.

One girl also removed Imogen’s “tools” from the large counter separating the living room from the kitchen. Now, everything was set up, and the red lights of the cameras came to life once again. The door slammed behind Laura and Maria, with the click of the lock signaling the beginning.

Only one would leave with their dignity intact now.