one on one and slow

“We’re trying ta teash Gi-Gillian.” Cindy said, her slur coming back as she took a healthy pull from her drink, “So we wanna give her as mush time as we can to learn. So make it a slow game. And shince most games require you to play on your own, make it one-on-one.” You nodded.

“Okay,” you started after a moment. Scooping up the chips Cindy has just sorted, you dumped them back into the bag. You gave it a shake and then handed it to Linda to finish mixing them up. “As the student, Gillian, you get to sit the first game out to watch and learn. The three of us will each draw a chip from the bag. The one with the odd color sits out as well. The other two play the game.

“The idea of the game is to put four chips of the same color in a row.” you continued, “The players alternate playing chips until someone does. Whoever loses must take off an article of clothing. The winner gets to sit out the next game. The other three draw chips to see who plays. Just like this first time.”

“One more thing,” Cindy added, “The winner must also pound an entire drink.”

“Uh…” Gillian stammered, “W-what if I don’t have a-anything to t-t-take off?”

“You’re out of the game.” you answered.

“Unless…” Cindy interrupted, “You can convince the winner to take something else instead.”

“Of course,” Linda added, “The price is up to the winner. There a time limit of two minutes unless the loser doesn’t have to play the next round. Then it is until the next game is over.”

“After the first person is eliminated, the winner has to draw as well to see if they play the next round.” you added.

“Finally,” Cindy continued, “Since guys think that they’re going to win, they try to get you to agree to make a bet on the game. Unlesh someone has a problem with it, we’ll do that. All the losers must do whatever the winner tells them to do for the rest of the evening.”

You hesitated a moment. It had been years since you had last played Connect Four. Even then you lost more games than you won. You were fairly certain you could hold your own against Linda, although it would be close. Perhaps the drinking and her slender build would help. The fact that Gillian had brought the games suggested that the redhead was as good as you and Linda if not better. Cindy was an unknown. The fact that she routinely ran around in a short skirt and came up with the idea of playing a strip game meant she would not be distracted by nudity. And despite having been drinking heavily, it appeared **** wouldn’t be a factor either.

The odds were against you winning. Linda was fond of you working her clit with your tongue. There was a good chance that you could make her cum several times very quickly. There was also a good chance that the slender brunette would let you take the other two as a reward for causing multiple orgasms. On her own, Gillian’s naivety and straight-laced nature would cause her to ask for very little from the losers. However, Cindy was likely to urge the redhead to try new things; things that weren’t likely to be entirely pleasant. And Cindy wouldn’t hesitate to use the toys she undoubtedly brought on your ass if she won.

As appealing as the thought of fucking the brains out of the three women was, it wasn’t enough to entice you into playing. On the other hand, the fact that Cindy had convinced the retiring Gillian to play grated on your ego. The fact that she had played you up in her spiel meant that she would never let you live it down if you backed out. You nodded your acceptance of the terms.

“Any questions?” you asked. Nervously, Gillian shook her head. Linda merely shrugged while Cindy grinned in anticipation. Grabbing the board, Cindy moved from behind the desk. With the bag in hand, Linda sat in the middle of the floor.

“This way you get to see everything Pat has to offer!” Cindy said as she sat facing Linda. Gillian grabbed another round before she sat down between them. You paused just long enough to finish your beer before you sat down opposite Gillian. You took the beer from the redhead.

“Whenever you’re ready, Linda.” Cindy told the brunette. Linda stuck her hand into the bag she held and passed to you. You reached in and grabbed a chip. Without looking at the chip you passed the bag to Cindy. On the count of three, all three of you present your chips