Game Night (Multi-TF, F2F, M2F, DG, MC, BE, Bimbo...)

[therandylion]

Game Night
By therandylion
https://mydirtyhabit.tumblr.com

Olivia

Olivia closed her Intro to Accounting textbook and stood up from the desk in her spacious bedroom at her parent's house. She'd just finished up the practical exercises for chapter 3 even though her freshman classes at Harvard wouldn't be starting for another two weeks. She knew that her academic competition would be fierce, but she was determined to wind up at the top of the pile just as she did at Edgewater Prep, the elite private high school where she'd just graduated as the valedictorian. She had her bright future mapped out precisely. She would be magna cum laude as an undergrad, top 5% of her class in her MBA program with a coveted internship spot, and then on track for upper management with a Fortune 500 company shortly thereafter.

Nothing would stand in her way. Not her academic rivals, not friendships, and certainly not boys. Of course there were always plenty of them pestering her. Being a beautiful and athletic 5'10" blonde with D cup breasts pretty much guaranteed it. But in her mind all of these eager fools were simply gnats to be swatted away. As of yesterday those gnats included Jeremy, her boyfriend of the last 8 months.

She checked her phone. Speak of the devil. She'd missed three calls from him and a few texts. The last one read, "Babe please talk to me. I can't stand the silent treatment. I miss you so much. I don't want to lose you."

Olivia sighed. She didn't respond. She felt that any communication with Jeremy at the moment would just draw out his whining. He'd been necessary, of course. She had wanted an attractive boy at her side for school dances and yearbook purposes. Plus, he was an enjoyable fuck and took direction well. But it wasn't like the two of them had a future together. She was headed off to be a shining star with countless successes and Jeremy would be off doing whatever it was that average people do.

Olivia was eager to close the book on high school and move on to bigger and better things. No more pandering to her pathetic high school teachers who loved to lord their authority over the young because couldn't they accomplish anything meaningful in their own right. No more breathing the same air as her aloof parents and annoying little sister. And no more dealing with the fragile emotions of immature boys. She had only one remaining obligation with her high school peers - the last game night with her old study group. And then she would be completely done with this chapter of her life.

Tristan

Tristan rolled over and took in the sight of the cute redhead beside him in bed. She began to stir and open her eyes. She smiled when she saw him.

"Hey there," she said. She snuggled close to him and ran a hand through his dark, mussed hair.

"Hey yourself," he said. He felt his member stirring as the girl's naked flesh pressed against him.

"Mmm, it feels like someone's awake. But I don't have time for fun this morning. I have to go to work. Maybe I could take care of your little friend later tonight?"

"Sorry babe, tonight's not good for me."

The girl's eyes narrowed. "You're not meeting another girl, are you?"

"No, of course not. I have game night with my high school study group. It's a tradition, and it's sort of our last hurrah before I go off to Yale."

"But I want to spend lot's more time with you before you leave. Promise to call me tomorrow?"

"Of course, babe. You're practically all I can think about."

As Tristan walked out of the girl's apartment he reflected on how easy people were to manipulate. It was simple - just tell them what they want to hear and then turn shit around on them if they try to call you out on your lies. It amazed him that not everyone was as adept at it as himself. To him it just came so naturally, and people told him that he had the 'gift of the golden tongue.' Those skills were a big part of the reason why he'd decided to enter pre-law with the intention of one day becoming a big time criminal defense attorney. Well, that and the promise of boatloads of money. He unlocked his phone and started to think about which girl he would seduce tonight after the conclusion of game night festivities. Then he had a thought. Why reach high on the vine when there would be juicy fruit so near at hand?

Susan

Susan and her friend Rachel were eating brunch at a local vegan diner. It was the last time they'd see each other before Susan headed off to Berkeley. Susan anticipated she would be in California for quite some time as she worked toward her Ph.d in, well, something. She wasn't quite sure what yet.

"So I just finished the new Lillian Moore book," Susan said. "You just have to read it. It gives the most poignant arguments that I've seen to date for the necessity of intersectionality."

"Yeah, like of course." Rachel said. She paused momentarily before continuing. "Uh, who is Lillian Moore again?"

In truth Susan herself hadn't heard of Lillian Moore before picking up the book. But that didn't prevent her from scoffing and rolling her eyes at Rachel's ignorance. "Only one of the most important feminist authors of our generation."

"Right. Now that I think about it I'm pretty sure I have heard of her."

Susan looked up towards the aisle, pushing her square framed glasses up her nose and critically eyeing a 20-ish woman who was hanging off the arm of a tall, well dressed man. The woman's bountiful cleavage was practically spilling out of her low cut and glittery crop top. After the couple walked past them, Susan turned to Rachel and said, "God, can you believe what that slut is wearing? She is practically asking for guys to objectify her."

"I don't know. I thought that top was kind of cute. If I had boobs like her I'd want to…." Rachel's voice trailed off when she noticed the look that Susan was giving her.

"You don't actually like that top," Susan said. "The patriarchy has just brainwashed you into thinking that you do. And those boobs…Really? Those monstrosities aren’t even real. That woman paid to have someone stuff plastic into her body so that she would look more like a Barbie doll. It's sick and pathetic."

Susan glanced down briefly at her own thin frame and modest B-cups, well covered up by her high-necked chic blouse, as if to confirm their sufficiency. She might need to change into something cuter before game night. Tristan would be there, after all.

Mark

Mark slammed the front door of his dad's McMansion, dripping sweat on the hardwood floors of the entryway. He was in a good mood. He'd just set a new PR for his bench press. He'd been working out like a fiend in order to give himself the best chance possible to make the lacrosse team at Duke. Sports would be tough to swing with his intensive pre-med schedule, but he was confident that he could get the job done.

As he rounded the corner he nearly collided with his wimpy step-brother, Adam. "Watch it, sis," Mark growled. "Wouldn't want you to get hurt."

Sis, sissy, pussy, fag….Mark had a variety of nicknames for his step-brother.

Adam kept his head down and shuffled around Mark and towards the safety of the stairs and his room. "Sorry," he said.

"Yeah, you're sorry alright," Mark said. "Go beat off to your gay porn or whatever." This garnered no response from Adam, who simply continued his retreat. 'It took long enough, but at least now the little shit has learned his place,' Mark thought.

Mark proceeded to the kitchen where he found his step-mother bending over to get something out of the pantry. He appreciated the sight of her well-toned ass filling out her yoga pants.

"Hey Stephanie, looking good," he said.

She quickly stood up. "Hi Mark, I didn't realize you were back." The short and curvy trophy wife looked embarrassed at being ogled by her step-son. As usual she was intimidated while standing in the shadow of his 6'2", well muscled frame. Mark soaked it up. He loved teasing the woman and keeping her off balance. He'd really ramped things up in the past few months after he discovered his dad would take his side in practically any dispute he had with the woman. Since then, he'd made sure to drop a crude comment here, 'accidentally' brush her breasts there, that sort of thing. It was all fun and games. Of course, Mark wouldn't actually get intimate with Stephanie. While the idea of fucking his own step-mom did turn him on, he was pretty sure sex would cross the line when it came to his dad. But that didn't mean he had to show the woman herself any respect. His father certainly didn't. It was an open secret that he always took some bimbo secretary with him when he went on his business trips out of town, which was where he was at the moment.

Stephanie shifted uncomfortably under Mark's stare. "Are you going to be joining Adam and I for dinner tonight, dear?"

"Naw, I have my last game night with my study group," Mark said. "Which reminds me - did you pick up that case of beer I asked for?"

Stephanie nodded hesitantly and said, "Yes, it's in the fridge."

Mark grinned and gave her a big, sweaty hug. He let his hand rest on ass. "Thanks Mom. You're the best," he said.

When he finally let go Stephanie was red as a beet.

"Are you sure it's OK?" She asked quietly. "For me to buy you beer? No one will get in trouble, will they?"

"Relax. I'm practically in college now. And my study group is about the most responsible bunch of 18 year olds you're ever going to meet. Now I've got to get this stink off of me. You can find me taking a shower in the upstairs bathroom if you, ahem, need me." Mark winked at his step-mom as he turned and walked towards the stairs.

Laura

"I think these linens look better in fuchsia. Don’t you agree?"

Laura nodded absently. She was at the mall picking out the last items for her dorm room. Or rather, her mother was picking them out and Laura was along for the ride. It wasn't like Laura was a complete pushover. Not for the big things. When it came to her choice of college she had been immovable even though her parents had tried to cajole her into attending their own alma matter. But she held fast to her dream school - NYU. Yeah, it was close to home. But in truth Laura didn’t want to move away from the city. At the moment college wasn't at the forefront of her mind. She was thinking about her last game night, and her last chance to make an impression on her secret crush.

"Hey mom, would you mind if I looked around for a little bit and met you back here in a half hour? There's a few things I need to pick up."

Her mother held up the shopping list, a number of items still uncrossed. "But dear…" she started.

"I trust your judgement, mom." Laura gave her a kiss on the cheek and then headed off into the common space of the mall.

She wasn't entirely sure what she needed. Some new eyeliner. A push up bra that would make cleavage out of her A cups. Some high heels to elevate her 5'2" frame. Just…something. Something that would make her stand out for once among her more talkative and lively friends at game night.

As she glanced about she came upon a strange store that she'd never noticed before. Ye Olde Magick Shoppe. The quaint shop looked out of place next to the surrounding modern establishments. Who knew - maybe they would have something unique.

Incense greeted her nostrils as she walked through the doorway. She didn't see anyone working as she started to poke around. There were displays for potions, charms, magic wands, and other oddities. Laura decided this was some gag shop and that it had been a mistake to come in. She was just turning to leave when a deep voice called out, "Welcome, Laura Reynolds, to a place of magic, mystery and mayhem!"

Startled, Laura found a little old man with a long white beard standing between herself and the door. He seemed to be clothed only in a bathrobe and a ridiculous pointy hat.

"How do you know my name?" She asked suspiciously.

"I'm a wizard my dear. It's my business to know things."

"Right. Well, I was just leaving."

"Are you sure? I wouldn't want you to go before finding that certain something that makes you stand out from the crowd. It would be a shame, as I think I have just the thing for you."

Laura was thrown by the man's intuition, and his stare made her skin crawl. But if there was a chance he had the thing she needed…"What is it?" She blurted.

The man directed her towards a box. "A game for your special night, perhaps? Guaranteed to change your life."

Laura felt let down. She was familiar with the board game in front of her, and it wasn't going to win over her crush. Still, this particular game seemed entirely suitable for the evening's festivities.

"How much?" She asked.

The man smiled. "For you my dear - $13.57."

Laura grabbed the box and followed the man to the front. He bagged her purchase and she handed him a credit card. "Sorry - cash only," he said while pointing to a sign next to the register.

"Oh. I'm not sure I have enough cash."

"Why don't you check."

Strangely Laura's purse contained exactly enough cash to complete the transaction. A chill ran through her. She decided she needed to get out of this store as quickly as possible. This man was giving her the willies.
***

"Look who brought the party with him!" Mark said while dropping his case of Coors Light on Olivia's coffee table.

"Nice work. Brewski me!" Tristan said.

Olivia's little sister Jenny was hovering behind the group and she piped up, "Oh, hi Tristan. You guys have beer? Can I have one?"

Olivia and Susan both scowled at the 16 year old.

"Beat it pest," Olivia said. "The grown ups are talking. Why don't you go back to your room and read Tiger Beat or something?"

"Uhh, you're only two years older then me," Jenny said as she sulked out of the room.

Mark chuckled and said, "Glad to see that you've put little sis in her proper place."

"I don't know," Tristan added. "It seems like you were a bit too hard on the poor little thing."

"Yeah, I feel so sorry for the poor little baby," Susan said sarcastically. At 5'6" and with full C-cup breasts, Jenny was well on her way to full womanhood.

As Mark started to distribute the beers Olivia said, "Keep it under control, guys. The last thing I need is for one of you to get drunk and die in a car crash right before I go to college.”

Mark held up his phone and with a text message displayed on the lock screen. “It’s funny you should mention that,” he said. “My step-mom just offered to serve as the designated driver for anyone who needs a ride tonight. God, that woman wants my dick so bad.”

“Eww,” Susan said.

Tristan added, “Hey Mark, have you thought about banging someone else? Someone who, oh I don’t know, isn’t a member of your immediate family?”

“Relax guys,” Mark said. “I said that she was hot for me. It’s not like I’m going to do anything about it. Anyway, what are we playing tonight?”

“Well,” Laura said, “I bought a classic today that seems appropriate for the occasion - the Game of Life.” She set her offering out on the coffee table.

“Laura, that isn’t the Game of Life. The box say The Game of New Life,” Tristan said.

Laura looked at the box again. Tristan was right. “Huh,” she muttered. “I guess I made a mistake. Maybe it’s some cheap foreign knockoff?”

“No thanks,” Mark said. “I haven’t brushed up on my Mandarin lately so I’d be at a disadvantage. Why don’t we play Cards Against Humanity?”

Susan scoffed. “Uhh, that game’s so gross and misogynistic. I can’t believe something like ‘midget bukake’ can be a winning hand. No way am I playing that.”

Olivia said, “Let’s play Laura’s game and see if it’s any good. If not, we’ll pick something else.” She gave an encouraging smile and Laura's heart leapt into her throat.

Laura opened the box for the Game of New Life and the group was quite surprised at the quality of the materials within. The game board was bound in real leather. The player pieces were constructed out of solid metal. And the card dispenser had intricate carvings all over it and didn’t seem to be battery operated.

“Whoa,” said Tristan. “Where did you get this game from?”

“It was some weird new store at the mall,” Laura said.

"This is odd. It doesn’t sound anything like the game of life," Olivia said. Then she started reading out the instruction sheet.
***

The Game of New Life

What’s included: Gameboard, 6 player pieces, game cards and dispenser, scratch paper, pencils, score sheets, set of die, and hourglass.

Gameplay: The object of the Game of New Life is to have the highest number of success points as possible before being locked into a square.
Every player starts with 20 success points and with their game piece on the Home square. Roll the die to advance the game piece around the board. If a player lands on a square marked ‘challenge,’ they will be issued a card describing a challenge that must be completed before the sand passes through the hour glass. If the player completes the challenge within the time allotted then they will be awarded the success points indicated on the card. If they fail to complete the challenge they will lose the same number of success points.

If a player lands on the same square as another player’s game piece, they will be issued a head to head challenge card. The second player to land on the square will set a wager of success points. The player who wins the challenge will collect the success points from the losing player.

Players can be locked into a square in a number of ways. First, a player will be locked into any square they land on if they utter the words, “Lock me in.” Second, if a player loses all of their success points they will be automatically locked into their current square. If a player advances completely around the game board they will return to the the Home square and be locked in at that location. And finally, if a player commits an infraction of the rules they will receive a deduction of 20 success points and go directly to the ‘Jail’ square, where they will be locked in.

Once a player is locked into a square, a New Life will be generated for them based upon their location on the board and their current number of success points. A high number of success points will push the player’s New Life closer to their ideal, while a low number of points will result in a New Life that is the antithesis of their ideal. The player will remain in their New Life for the duration of the game.

A game of New Life will not be ended until all players are locked into a square and the player with the highest number of success points shouts, ‘Winner, winner, chicken dinner!’
***
“This doesn’t make sense," Mark said. "How is a New Life ‘generated’?”

Olivia, looking at the aged box, said, “Maybe its missing some cards?”

“It looks like everything listed on the instruction sheet is here. Maybe we should just start playing and things will make sense as we go along?” Tristan suggested.

“OK, but if we get to the end and can’t finish the game I’m gonna be pissed,” Mark said.

They each picked out game pieces. Laura was happy with her selection of a valkyrie mounted upon a winged steed, charging with sword in hand. As she placed her piece on the Home square she examined the game board in more detail. The path for the pieces seemed to meander through a city, with buildings, shopfronts and homes illustrated along the route. The surroundings varied significantly depending how far along the path you advanced. The early squares seemed like the bad part of town. Shop fronts had bars and broken windows. Residences looked like run down government housing. But further down the path the buildings appeared nicer and more expensive, until finally, at the end right before returning to the home square, there were ritzy mansions and designer boutiques.

‘I’m guessing I don’t want to lock in to the early squares,’ Laura thought. She would try to advance as far as possible along the game board before locking in with as many success points as possible. Simple enough, right?

Before they started to play, Laura heard Tristan talking softly to Susan.

“Hey Suze, I love that dress. It really highlights your eyes.”

Susan blushed and said, “Can it lover boy. You’re not getting anywhere with me tonight. There’s not a keg around this time.”

In an absolutely sincere voice, Tristan said, “Suze, look - I need to see you in private. I know we haven’t had a chance to really talk much since the party…But that night was just so incredible. I mean, what if there’s really something between us? This could be our last chance to explore it before we all move away.”

‘God, Tristan is so full of shit,' Laura thought. 'He’s probably said the same line to half the girls in our school. No one would actually fall for that!’

But Susan's face betrayed more than a casual interest. "We'll see," she said, while her face and body language portrayed the message, "Absolutely!"

Laura was shocked. Ms. Holier-than-thou, the girl who was constantly slut shaming those who she thought were too scandalous, was throwing herself at this tool? What a hypocrite!

Olivia broke up the lovebirds by saying, “OK, enough chit chat. Let’s start playing!”

The group began the game and all took a turn advancing their pieces. Olivia was the first to hit a challenge square. Surprisingly, a challenge card was automatically ejected from the card dispenser without anyone touching it.

“Maybe this game is a bit more technologically advanced than I thought,” Olivia said.

Then she read from the card, “Say the alphabet backwards. Five points.”

Laura flipped the hour glass, and Olivia began. She stumbled a few times, but managed to make it through before the hourglass was empty.

“Look who’s in the lead!” Olivia said as she added the points to her score sheet. She is quite competitive at board games. And at everything else, really.

Susan had not advanced very far along the game board when she hit a challenge herself and was issued a card.

“Solve this riddle for 25 points,” she read. “Wait - does this mean if I don’t get it I’m out of the game already? That’s pretty lame.” She testily straightened herself and began to read as Tristan flipped the timer.

“I am hard when you put me in your mouth and soft and wet when you take me out of your mouth. What am I?”

Mark and Tristan immediately began laughing.

Susan’s cheeks burned red. “What the fuck? What kind of sick game did you buy Laura? This is bullshit! And quit laughing you two. Laughing at misogynistic jokes makes you as bad as the person who wrote this garbage. I’m especially disappointed in you, Tristan. This just shows how far we still have to go to -”

“Uh Susan,” Tristan said. “Your time’s up.”

“I don’t care. I don’t want to play this stupid game anyway. Huh, that’s weird. The answer just appeared on the card from out of no where. It must be some kind of magic ink. Ha ha - Ok, that’s actually kind of funny. Chewing gum. The answer to the riddle is chewing gum.”

As they all chuckled the card dispenser shot out another card.

“What’s this?” Susan wondered as she picked up the card. Her eyes expressed alarm as she read it.

“Guys…what's going on? This card has my name on here. Is this some kind of practical joke?” She asked as she looked around the room.

“What does it say?” Mark asked.

Susan took a deep breathe and began, “It says, ‘Susan, you currently have negative five success points and are therefore locked into your current square of Slum Central. A New Life has been generated for you based upon your location and success point total. Perhaps waking a mile in the platforms of another will make you think twice before you judge. Susan - welcome to your New Life as Slutty Suzy the Stripper!”

Then with a puff of smoke, Susan disappeared.

Mark, Tristan, Olivia and Laura looked around the table at each other in shock.

"What the fuck just happened? Where did Susan go?" Tristan asked.
***
Susan's head felt like it had been stuffed with cotton candy as her mental processing abilities slowed to a snail's pace. The room was very dark all of a sudden, and loud sounds, strange odors and odd sensations overwhelmed her sense of place. She tried to clear the cobwebs and figure out what was going on.

She was no longer sitting at the table at Olivia's house, that was for certain. In fact, she was no longer sitting at all. Rather, her body was raised into a half squat with her rear barely touching her seat. She felt something hard pressing against her butt. She was partially supporting her weight with her arms, which were grasping what must be her armrests.

Loud music was blaring in her ears, and she felt her hips sway in rhythm as she ground her ass against the hard thing. The smells of sweat and stale beer lingered underneath an overwhelming odor of nauseating perfume.

‘Like where am I?’ Susan wondered. Something she was unaccustomed to blurred the bottom edge of her field of vision. Dumbly she looked down and found a huge pair of obviously fake breasts hanging from her chest, capped by diamond hard nipples. 'Like how did I get big fake titties? Why is my hair platinum blonde? Why do I only have on an itsy g-string bikini bottom and these ridiculous platform heels? How did I get these tattoos and piercings?' Her overloaded brain decided to overlook these difficult questions and instead directed Susan to rub herself more fervently against the hard thing behind her, which felt quite nice.

A deep male chuckle sounded very close to her ear and startled her. "Someone's a little eager. Not getting enough meat in your diet, sweetheart?"

That was when she noticed that she wasn't sitting on a chair. Rather, she was squatting in a man's lap and her 'armrests' were his legs. His large hands were squeezing her ass and hips while pulling her down firmly onto the hard thing below her. A hard thing that could only be his erect cock.

She turned her head and looked at the face of her 'chair.' The man was much older than her - at least in his late thirties - and looked rough around the edges. He was heavily muscled, and a tattoo crept up his neck onto his face. He looked like he'd just got out of jail.

He was the type of guy that she should be afraid of, Susan thought. But all she could think about was whether his dick was as big as it felt through his pants.

This was all so wrong. Susan shut her eyes. Two separate identities were playing tug of war with her stream of consciousness. In one, she was Susan the smart, successful college student and unrelenting snob. And in the other was Suzy, a dumb, nymphomaniac stripper who lived in a seedy part of town and would do practically anything for money.

She tried to steel herself. All she had to do was stand up and walk away. Get some space between her and this thick piece of man meat so she could think about how to return to normal. But the man chose that time to pull her into his lap and begin roughly squeezing her tits. Suzy's pussy gushed and she moaned and begged for more. She was disappointed when the man set her onto her feet.

He said, “Hey slut, the song’s over. But you seem pretty eager to keep going. How would you like the chance to earn some more money?”

‘Now’s like your chance Suzy - You can still totally walk away!’ She thought. And for a moment she tried. But the man had said the magic word - money. She wanted to hear more.

“Like what do you want me to do?” Suzy asked.

“I will give you $100 if you can answer a riddle for me.”

“Ooo, a riddle." But then Suzy pouted. "But aren't those like tricky? Suzy's kind of a big dummy right now."

“Don't worry doll face,” The man said smugly. “I'll give you a question straight from your own field of expertise. The riddle is this - I am hard when you put me in your mouth and soft and wet when you take me out of your mouth. What am I?”

‘Suzy like knows this one - I can get $100 easy!” She thought. But the harder she tried to grasp for the answer the more it eluded her.

Suzy tried sounding out her thoughts “Ch…Ch…Ch…” But it still wouldn’t come out.

Suzy looked at the man, perplexed. Then her eyes widened. While she had been lost in thought he had unzipped his fly and she was now looking down at his huge, throbbing erection.

“You’re headed in the right direction, slut. So why don’t you ch…ch… choke on my dick and think about it some more?”

Suzy felt so conflicted. She didn't want to be objectificated or anything, but his cock looked so yummy. Plus, with the $100 and her take from the pole she'd have enough cash tucked in her panties for her next eightball of coke. In the end it wasn't really a choice. She dropped to her knees and worked his big dick like the pro that she was.

As she lay on the floor, coughing and sputtering from the huge load of jizz that the man had pumped down her throat, Susan's sense of indignation started to come back to her. "Like what am I doing? I'm supposed to be a totally smart femininy woman, not some little slut who sells her wet holes for money and drugs,' she thought.

A strange man with slicked back hair opened the curtain to her small room and barked, "Get up slut. It's time to get back on stage and make more money."

"Huh? Suzy like doesn't want to go on stage."

The man rolled his eyes. "Well then it's a good thing that you have me around to do your thinking for you." He hauled Suzy to her feet. His greasy hands were quite familiar with her body as he strapped a skimpy bikini top over her silicone-filled juggs. Despite herself, Suzy began thrusting her chest forward into the stranger's hands, eager for his touch. The man chuckled and said, "Save it for the paying customers, sweetheart."

He directed Suzy to another curtain. A loud voice blared out over a loudspeaker, "And now to the stage - Slutty Suzy. That's Slutty Suzy, the girl who’s trashy enough to make your dirtiest fantasies come true!"

The greasy man pushed Suzy through the curtain. After being momentarily blinded by the spotlight, she found herself confronted with a stage, a pole, and a sea of hungry men that were devouring her with their eyes. She wanted to cry. She wanted to hop off the stage and run away screaming through the front door. But instead, she gave it to the wave of pleasure that crashed into her as she thought of all the dicks in the audience getting hard over her. She hated herself for it, but she craved more attention, more touches, more money, and more drugs. Her hips began to sway, and she found herself praying that next guy who wanted a private dance would stick it in her needy pussy rather than her mouth.
***

“People don’t just disappear!” Mark said angrily. “What’s going on here? Is this a prank? Is Susan waiting in the next room?”

“Do you think any of us could pull off a prank like that?” Olivia asked. “I mean, one minute she was here, and the next she vanished. That stunt puts David Copperfield to shame. I don’t know what the hell is going on here, but I don’t think this is a practical joke.”

“Well then what the fuck happened to Susan?” Tristan asked. “There has to be some explanation.

“I may have an idea,” Laura offered timidly. All eyes turned towards her. “Do any of you believe in magic?”

Despite groans from the others, Laura explained her experience with the old man at the mall. There had been something unusual about him and this game. She also noted that she examined the game board in detail before they began playing, and it had changed. Now drawn next to the square Susan's game piece was locked into was a dicey looking establishment that hadn’t been there previously. It bore a sign that read ‘XXX - Live Girls. Now featuring Slutty Suzy.’

"Somehow, the game must have magically done what it’s instructions said it would do," Laura said. "A New Life has been generated for Susan and she was now living it as Slutty Suzy the Stripper."

Tristan’s eyes went wide. “No fucking way!” He said. “That’s not possible. You know what I think Laura? I think you’re fucking crazy. I think you’re behind all of this. And I’m not going to stick around and find out what other crazy shit you have planned. I’m out of here. I’m going to go get the cops and have them find out what happened to Susan.”

“Wait!” Laura called out to Tristan as he stormed off. He didn’t listen.

Just as Tristan opened the door and began to stride out of the house a new card was ejected from the dispenser. And then Tristan disappeared into thin air.

“What does it say?” Mark asked in a horrified voice.

[Junketh71]

This was exciting. Also - intense. A very enjoyable read, so far, it is.

[jmichaels]

I absolutely LOVE board game stories, and this one is off to a great start!

You mentioned this was a caption story, and although Tumblr killed NSFW sites do you still have the images?

[audipwr87]

Damn what an impressive start to this story! I love how fleshed out the characters are so it's easy to visualize the changes that will occur to each person. Well done! I can't wait to read more!

[pinkhippo99]

Really liking this so far! Board Game TF is one of my favorite subgenres!

[atavist]

Great story, here's hoping we see more Stephanie.

[cmccoyr2]

Love your story. Hope for a update soon.

[LordHugo]

I haven't been on this site in ages, and this was one of the first stories I read logging back in and I love it. Hope to see more of it.