Vivi releases an app

"Yes, that's right. I'm the owner of this store," Didi waited for the usual snarky comment from Vivi, but it never came. Confused, she continued, "Yes yes everything here is magic. That? Oh those are penis growth pills. No, they really do work. You have to be careful though, each pill will increase the size of a man's penis by a foot, so don't take too many. What? Yes I'm serious. That's too big? You mean you wouldn't be happy if you pulled down a guy's pants and his two and a half foot cock sprung up at you? You wouldn't? Oh. Well, I do have a lesser strength version...here. These will make it grow by an inch each time. Yes, for real. What? Really? Ok, 72 cents! Yes, that's all. Oh, I meant each. gram. Yes. So....48.24. No, we don't take cheques. Discover? Do you have a lot of success buying things? No no, I'll take it. Thank you, please come again!"

Didi waved buy to her latest customer and headed to the back room to see Vivi. Vivi never let her get away with calling herself the owner, what was going on?

"Vivi?" She asked, poking her head around the corner.

Vivi was sitting at a computer typing furiously, "What is it? I'm busy!"

"Busy doing what? Writing more erotica? I told you nobody would be interested in your self-insert story where the entire world suddenly realizes you exist and starts to worship you."

"No, not that. And I'll have you know I got a like on the first chapter."

"One...hundred?" Didi asked.

"You heard me. Anyway I'm actually writing a computer program. Taskmaster was all magic, but I saw a Youtube video on how to code and thought it would be fine to do it myself."

"So you aren't using magic?"

"I never said that...there...done. Now to send it out into the world."

"Don't people normally test apps before releasing them?" Didi asked.

"Normal people aren't gorgeous like me." Vivi said confidently.

"...Right...well...it's not going to destroy the world or anything, is it?"

"Probably not."

"Then have fun. How does it work, do you just put it on the internet for people to find?"

Vivi shook her head, "No. I mean I could, I'm sure it would get millions, no, trillions of downloads in the app store. But I'm rather selective about my clientele. It's going to use magic to identify a group and then install itself on their phones."

"And what does this app do?" Didi asked.

"It's a game. They'll laugh, they'll cry. They'll have a great time. Or not. I don't actually care. But our viewers will like it."

"Are you sure? Because you're kind of an airhead." Didi said seriously.

"Me? Which one of us bought into that MLM?"

"How was I supposed to know it was a pyramid scheme? That lotion smelt so good!"

"It was literally called Pyramid Cosmetics!"

"Oh ya, well which of us let that man grope her on Halloween?"

"You don't mess with the FBI! I had no idea the B stood for boob but it makes total sense!" Vivi said angrily.

Didi threw her hands up, "This is getting us nowhere. I'm going to go sweep outside, maybe find another customer to bump into."

"Fine. I'm going to launch it....now! There, it's done. Now we can just sit back and watch."

The storm had caught them all off guard. A hurricane in March was unusual enough, but even as it approached all the forecasts said it would miss the island. It didn't. Greg had done lots of research before choosing this hotel, and one of his wife Lisa's fears was exactly this scenario. He had assured her it would never happen, now he just felt like an ass.

An ass who was hot, tired, and bored out of his mind. The hotel had a storm shelter fortunately, several actually, but it was a far cry from the luxury above them. It was designed to be functional without much concern for the people inside as long as they were alive. There were only 10 of them in this shelter and even at half capacity it felt too small. There wasn't much here besides the rows of cots, some tables and chairs, a bathroom, and a very small kitchen. He was currently sitting at a table scrolling his phone before he lost internet signal while his wife lay on one of the cots.

Suddenly his phone dinged and he saw a notification for downloading a new app. "What..." He didn't tap anything. Was it being pushed by OS? It downloaded in seconds and the icon appeared on his home screen. KINGS. Curious he tapped the icon.

Welcome to KINGS. The magical game of obedience and chance.

Once all players have joined the game will begin.

Each round one person is randomly assigned the role of king, all others a number.

The King may issue one order to a number of their choosing and it shall be obeyed.

It sounded like some kind of drinking game. This definitely wasn't pushed by the OS...how did it end up on his phone?

"That's weird," Greg looked up and saw a man in a white apron looking at his phone. The man looked up at Greg and kept talking, "Some app just downloaded on my phone. KINGS?"

"What? Me too." Greg said.

"Wait, both of you got this app?" A woman said coming over to the table, "Me too."

"I got it too."

"So did I."

Lisa got off her cot and came to sit beside Greg, "I just lost wifi, but that app is on my phone too. What's going on?"

"We should play. I'm soooo bored!" A young woman said suddenly, sitting down on Greg's other side.

"Ya, I'm in." A man said.

"Me too."

Greg looked at Lisa, who shrugged, "Why not? It'll be fun to pretend to be teens again. We just need some drinks."

"Oh, we have drinks." The first man to speak said, "This isn't my first rodeo down here. It gets pretty boring sometimes," With a grunt he stood up and walked into the small kitchen. He returned carrying a 24 pack of beer, "They wouldn't let me keep them in the fridge, because they wanted them locked up, but beggars can't be choosers right?" He opened the box and started passing them out, "I'm James by the way, I'm the head chef here."

One by one they went around and introduced themselves.

"Greg, this is my wife Lisa. We're here celebrating our 10th wedding anniversary."

"Congrats you two, I'm Maria. Just here by myself."

"Ethan, I work at the front desk."

"Diana, I'm here with my BFF Chloe."

"Uh, I'm Chloe." The woman beside her said quietly.

"Olivia, ugh, this beer sucks." Said the woman sitting beside Greg.

"Amber, and this is my husband Robert."

Robert chose not to introduce himself at all.

Greg and Lisa were 35 and he figured most of the group was close to him in age, in their 30s anyway. The exceptions were Chloe who was definitely younger, and Amber and Robert who were definitely older.

"So I guess we all..." Greg looked down at his phone. It didn't give him the option to join, instead it said the game was beginning, "Oh...maybe it works with bluetooth?"

Greg looked down at his phone again.

You are number 5

Guess there was nothing to do except wait.

"I'm the King," Chloe said smiling, "Ok...number...7 chug your beer."

James, the chef, suddenly started chugging and slammed his empty can down in seconds.

"Wow, you're really into it." Maria said.

James looked confused, "Yeah...I guess so..."

Greg's phone buzzed, oh not the King again.

"My turn..." Ethan said, "Number 9 do the chicken dance."

Amber stood up immediately and started dancing. After a minute she sat down and blushed, "That was weird. Oh, I'm the King now. Number 5 take off your shirt and keep it off."

"Whoa, getting serious now." Chloe said with a wink. She took off her shirt and tossed it aside, exposing her plain cream bra, "I figured it wouldn't get sexual until we got a little deeper into the drinks."

Amber shrugged, "I'm very sex positive."

"She mean's she's a pervert." Robert said quietly. Amber blushed but didn't say anything. "Oh it's my turn. Honey, what's your number?"

"What? Oh I'm 7."

"7 flash your tits."

Amber immediately pulled up her shirt and bra, giving everyone a good look at her tits. Greg couldn't help but stare, then **** himself to look away. To his surprise he saw Lisa staring just as intensely as he had been.

"Maybe the beer's getting to me already..." Amber said quietly after putting her shirt down, "I mean...Robert knows me pretty well, that wasn't too far for me or anything...but it was like I didn't even think about it. I just did it."

"Maybe it's just the weird atmosphere in here. The storm is raging, we're all a little off, right?" Maria suggested.

"Right, that must be it." Amber said.

"Well it's my turn now," James said, "Chloe what's your number?"

"Oh it's 3." She said quickly.

"Payback time. Number 3 chug two beers!"

Lisa suddenly downed her beer and then grabbed another one and chugged that too, "Gross. I don't even like beer."

Greg looked at her, "Why'd you drink it then? This is just a silly game."

Lisa shook her head, "It's not. I couldn't stop myself. I tried, honestly. The game made me do it."

"That's...not possible." Greg said. He trusted his wife completely. She wouldn't lie, not like this anyway. "How...?"

Lisa looked down at her phone, "It's my turn. I'll prove it to you. Greg, what's your number?"

"5."

"Number 5 will describe the last time he had sex." Lisa knew that Greg hated sharing details of their sex life.

So Greg kept his mouth shut. Or rather, he tried to. Instead he found himself describing the act in vivid details. He couldn't even clamp his hand over his mouth, he was stuck on autopilot blurting out every detail until he was finally done, "Holy shit..." He looked down at his phone, was this magic?