Tom

The tension rose as Nicole picked up an empty bottle. She placed it in the center of your circle and gave it a spin. As the bottle landed on Tom, you could see a smug grin on his face, quickly morphing into a lustful expression. You wondered why he was chosen of all people. Tom sat there, his legs spread wide, his grin almost challenging as he scanned his gaze from Nicole to the other players. It was evident that he relished the opportunity to be in the spotlight and take control of the game.

As you pondered how Tom would embrace his role as Simon, a mixture of unease and skepticism washed over you. It would be intriguing to witness how he would wield the power that had been bestowed upon him. How far would he go?

Tom didn't waste any time and dove right in, commanding, "Simon says strip down to the four agreed-upon items of clothing."

With a soft sigh escaping your lips, you began to peel off your clothing, piece by piece, until only four items remained. You quickly counted them in your mind - sweater, t-shirt, boxers, and jeans. A glance downwards revealed that the extra pair of socks still clung to your feet.

As Tom suddenly called out "Stop," a wave of surprise rippled through the room. The movements of the other players froze, and everyone turned abruptly towards him, eager to see what he had in mind. As an old hand at the game, you were naturally prepared for such an attack, but you hadn't expected it to come such early.

Contrary to your readiness, the other players - Matt and the girls - halted in the midst of removing their socks or pullovers, gazing at Tom with expectant curiosity.

Tom's gaze swept over the group, his grin spreading triumphantly across his face. "Did Simon say anything? No? Then you might as well remove that fourth piece of clothing before we really get started."

Matt's eyebrows shot up in surprise, a mixture of amusement and anticipation evident in his expression. You wonder how much the girls would have to reveal tight now. Sarah's eyes widened, a hint of apprehension mingling with intrigue as she glanced around the circle. Miranda's lips parted in a silent gasp, her cheeks flushing slightly as she exchanged a quick, uncertain glance with the other girls. It was clear that they were all caught off guard by Tom's unexpected twist in the game.

As you observed Miranda removing her clothing, you couldn't help but notice the gracefulness in her movements. She seemed composed, yet there was a hint of apprehension in her demeanor as she followed Tom's command.

First, Miranda slipped off her socks with practiced ease, revealing slender ankles before placing them neatly beside her. Then, with a delicate touch, she lifted her pullover over her head, revealing a glimpse of her midnight blue bra underneath. Her movements were deliberate, almost cautious, as if she was navigating unfamiliar territory.

There was a flicker of vulnerability in her expression as she stood there, clad in only her skirt and bra, but she met the gaze of the others with a quiet confidence. It was obvious to you that Miranda was stepping out of her comfort zone, yet there was a sense of poise and self-assurance in her actions that commanded respect.

You glance sideways at Sarah. She's still wearing her blouse and jeans. Since you can't imagine her bust size without a bra, that can only mean one thing. But somehow you're not surprised, you've heard a few rumors about her sexual activities.

Your longtime girlfriend Nicole only shows off her spaghetti strap dress, which is long enough to conceal the loss of her underpants if necessary. You wonder if she has already thought of something like this when choosing clothes for this party.

Once everyone was prepared, or rather undressed, Tom began with the first real task: "Simon says...