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“Holy fucking shit. That just—that happened.”

The proof of Jordan’s adventure rested atop his bed. An expensive bra that had contained the two magnificent breasts he would never forget.

It felt like a dream. What started off as a glorified panty raid because of a dare in a childish game had escalated into a sexual escapade with a teacher. He turned the bra over and double checked that it indeed met the qualifications for the challenge. The reaffirmation brought a stupid grin to his face, an expression that was not liable to go away any time soon.

He scrolled through the apps on his phone and clicked on the mysterious golden “T or D.”

Suddenly he found himself within The Grounds. Once again, Rags sat across from him and Weaver to his left. Grayson’s chair was left empty however.

“Congrats bud. You sacked up and went for it. The dare doesn’t officially complete until 8 AM, but we’re able to hang out and talk in here while dares are underway,” Rags explained from across the table. Even with Jordan hitting it out of the park on the dare, Rags managed to come across condescending.

“Wait, what all do you guys know about what happened?” Jordan asked, suddenly concerned.

“We saw you sneak into the teachers quarters and sneak back out with a bra. It took a lot longer than I was expecting though. I thought you must have been caught,” Weaver answered, a smirk on her face.

“Yeah I had to hide out for a bit to not get caught,” he oversimplified, before moving on,”So where’s Grayson?”

“Like she just said, dummy, you were taking too damn long. Grayson went to bed and I think I’m gonna do the same,” Rags chimed in before disappearing.

“Goodnight thief,” and with a wink, Weaver disappeared as well.

Jordan returned to his bedroom and went to bed for the night. His mind ran at a thousand miles an hour, reliving the loss of his virginity, and actually drifting to sleep took a while.

— —

Waking up in a different place than you fell asleep is always a shocking experience. It’s even more so when you wake up on a different plane of existence. That was exactly how Jordan started his morning off, 8 AM on the dot.

“Congratulations, the challenge has successfully been completed. Three awards have been earned,” the monotone moderator announced to the table, now filled with all four players.

Hovering above the felt were the three awards he had completed, each message glowing green.

“The prizes for each of the awards shall be known only to the recipient of the award,” the voice continued, as each of the awards began to spin. They blinked out of existence, three playing cards now laying face down on the table in front of Jordan.

His arms were now free to move and he picked up and inspected each of the cards. They each listed both the award he had won and the benefit he received:

Sneaky, Sneaky- When focused on being quiet, your footsteps no longer make any sounds.

Deft Hands- Once per hour, at the snap of a finger you may unsnap a bra, unzip a zipper, unbutton a button, or untie a knot.

Teacher’s Pet- Teachers will be oblivious to any of your behaviors that you wish, permitted it does not directly affect them.

All of these abilities seemed remarkably useful, if for no other reason than being entertaining. He made a mental note to test the extent and limitations of the Teacher’s Pet ability.

“Time for the next challenge to be issued. Jordan, please vocally announce who you would like to challenge.”

All three options were tempting. He could bring Rags down a notch, get even with Weaver, or get a feel for Grayson.