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Chapter 6 by SG SG

What does Frankie choose?

To be a little more agreeable.

"Fuck it," Frankie said. "I can't be held responsible for my actions, right? I'll say yes to anything until the game's over."

As she slid the deck over to Drew, Claire spoke. "Frankie, come sit on my lap."

Frankie sighed and stood. "You're really gonna have some fun with this, aren't you?"

Claire patted her lap and grinned. "Hey, it's not my fault. Just like it's not yours that you're giving me a lap dance."

"Whoa, nobody said anything about a lap dance!" Frankie responded as she perched on Claire's right knee. "I'm just gonna sit on you till your legs fall asleep and you tell me to get up."

"I could ask for a lap dance, but I'd rather keep playing the game." Claire thought for a moment. "I'll split the difference and ask you to sit on my lap like you enjoy it."

Frankie stretched out luxuriously, draping one arm across Frankie's shoulders and lightly teasing her hair. "Oh, hey, pass me my cards. No peeking!"

"I wouldn't dream of it," Claire said with a wink. "I'm not that kind of girl... unless you want me to be."

"Drew, stop staring and deal the fucking cards," Theresa complained. "It's not their fault they're acting like this! The least you can do is show some respect."

"Oh, I don't mind," Claire purred as she picked up her cards.

"I do!" Frankie snapped. "I don't want to be eye candy for these dorks!"

"Yes you do," Claire corrected, and Frankie put her feet on the table. Her skirt rode up slightly, giving a very generous view, and Theresa groaned.

"We should have played Uno," she grumbled as she pushed a card forward. The rest of the crew quickly chose cards and, after a brief shuffle, Drew flipped them.

"Ok, what have we got... Eat a cup of ketchup? Gross. Uh, pull out your penis and keep it out for the rest of the game, don't speak for the rest of the game except when necessary for gameplay, and shave your head. These are getting weird."

"I wanna see you eat ketchup," Theresa offered.

"I wanna see your dick," Claire said enthusiastically. Frankie rolled her eyes.

Well?

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