Lisa bends the rules for Christa.

Originally posted to Writing.com - Erica's Great Adventure; ID#2076774 on 12-19-15 - 10:12pm

"Here's what we'll do," Lisa said. "Put your jeans in the pot. You don't have to call or raise to stay in the game. If you win, you get the pot." She held up the shirt that Christa had lost in the last round. "I'll even give this back to you."

"So, I get to play another round. What happens if I lose?" Christa asked.

"If it was me, they'd probably have me masturbate on the table," Erica said quietly. Even though she said it to herself, everyone at the table heard her.

"Shut up, Erica!" Christa cried out. Unlike before, there was more steel to her words. The playfulness and the attention-seeking behavior was replaced by fear and embarrassment. She hunched over and held her head in her hands.

"Come on, Christa," Carrie pitched in. "Don't be a spoilsport."

"Yeah," Alicia agreed. "It's only masturbation."

Christa straightened up and looked Alicia in the eye. "Fine. I'll keep playing." She stood up to take off her tight blue jeans. As she tugged and pulled them down, her butt and curvy legs were exposed.

Erica stared as the jeans were tugged lower. Christa's ass reminded her of Scarlett Johansson's. "Next time, we'll need to play some music," Erica said without thinking. She just barely caught Christa's jeans being thrown at her.

"I thought I told you to shut up," Christa mumbled. In her mind, taking off her jeans was as far away from a strip show as could be. In a strip show, there was usually consent, not ****. She stood there, blonde pubic hair trimmed into the shape of a heart clearly visible before she sat back down. It was apparent to the group that Christa was attempting to put up a front in order to protect herself and cope with the situation.

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