Greta's Game (2 page)

“Okay, okay, we get it,” Rosa groaned. “We’re
not stupid, you know.”

“Of course not, dear,” Greta said with a
smile. “Now, then. There are three rounds in the game, and each
round is more challenging—and more provocative—than the previous
one. Jennifer, you’re first. Please begin.”

Jennifer flicked the spinner and it landed on
3 for Lacy. Greta took the top card from the stack and read it.
“All right, Jennifer. Would you rather kiss a girl on the cheek, or
have Lacy kiss a girl on the mouth?”

All four of the players gasped. “Um…wow,”
Jennifer mumbled. “I didn’t know we’d have questions like
that
.”

“They come in all shapes and sizes, my dear.
Some are harsh, some are seductive, some are troubling, some are
provocative. That’s the nature of the game.”

“Well…okay. Um…I guess I can kiss a girl on
the cheek. That’s not so bad.”

“Good! Then I pick Rosa to be the girl.”

Jennifer shot a glance at Rosa, who was
rolling her eyes. “Um, can’t it be…?”

“The game master makes these decisions. Rosa
is your girl.”

Jennifer sighed then leaned over and kissed
Rosa on the cheek. The other girl rubbed her face immediately
afterward.

Jan went next and spun a 1, so her co-player
was Jennifer. Greta read the next card then said, “Jan, would you
rather take off your shirt, or ask Jennifer to take off her shirt
and
her bra?”

Jan looked at Jennifer and shrugged. “It’s no
big deal. My boobs aren’t much to look at, anyway. I’ll do it.” She
pulled her black silk T-shirt over her head to reveal small, firm
breasts clad in a black bra. She also wore a denim skirt and
sandals, and she shuffled her feet nervously as the other girls
stared at her.

It was now Lacy’s turn, and since she spun a
3—her own number—she had to spin again. This time it was a 4, for
Rosa. Greta read out her question. “Would you rather be spanked
through your clothes, or have Rosa be spanked on her bare ass?”

The redhead shot Rosa a sidelong glance. She
was so tipsy from the wine that she had a hard time focusing, but
no one could miss the glare on Rosa’s face.

“Don’t even think about it, girl,” Rosa
warned.

Lacy’s head swayed from side to side for a
moment, then she smirked and said “Rosa.”

“No way! No fucking way!” Rosa stood up.
“That’s it. I’m leaving.”

“No problem, dear,” Greta said. “But
remember, I get to keep your wedding ring.”

“Fuck that! What did you do with it?”

“It’s in my safe, which is hidden. And even
if you found the safe, you’d never guess the combination.”

“I want my ring, bitch!” Rosa yelled.

“Then finish the game,” Greta said coldly,
“because that’s the only way you’ll ever see it again.”

Rosa swayed on her feet. She was tipsy, too,
or else she might have simply stormed out and come back later with
her husband, or the police. But instead she plopped down on the
sofa and crossed her arms on her chest.

“You’re due for a spanking,” Greta said. “And
I dare say you’ve earned it. Please stand up and pull down your
skirt.”

Frowning, Rosa got to her feet again. She
wore a red blouse, a black leather skirt, and high heels. She
kicked off the heels then unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the
floor. Beneath it she wore a red thong that revealed her tight
round ass.

“Since your ass is already bare, you may
leave the panties on,” Greta declared. “Now turn around and bend
over. Good, that’s perfect. Jan, please do the honors.”

“Me?” Jan squeaked. “How—what do I do?”

“Five hard spanks with the palm of your hand,
dear. Just like you’d spank a naughty child.”

Grimacing, Jan leaned forward and smacked
Rosa’s ass lightly.

“I said hard, dear. Try again.”

Jan did, and this time her hand made a sound
like a rifle shot as it struck the Latin beauty’s exposed ass. Rosa
gasped and jumped, but Jan struck four more times before Rosa could
move away. After the fifth strike, Rosa reached back and rubbed her
sore cheeks. “Damn it, that
hurt!
” She turned around and
glared at Jan. “You better hope your number doesn’t come up on my
turn, bitch.” Then she looked at Lacy. “Same goes for you. Hell,
same goes for
all
you bitches!”

Rosa pulled her skirt up then sat down again,
wincing as her sore ass hit the sofa cushion. She flicked the
spinner hard and it spun madly, finally landing on number 1.
Jennifer.

Greta read the next pink card. “Here’s your
question, Rosa. Would you rather strip to your underwear, or have
Jennifer strip completely naked?”

Rosa laughed and clapped her hands. “I don’t
even have to think about that one. Get those clothes off,
girl!”

Jennifer stood up slowly and looked at Greta.
“Everything?”

“Everything,” the older woman confirmed.

Jennifer wore a white blouse and tan slacks.
She took off the blouse first, then removed her bra. Her breasts
were bigger than her sister’s and pale from a summer spent tanning
in a bikini. Then she unzipped her slacks and slid them down her
shapely legs. After a nervous glance at the other girls, she pushed
her panties to the ground to reveal a neatly trimmed brown
bush.

“I’ll take those, dear,” Greta said, holding
out her arms for the clothes. Jennifer handed everything over then
asked, “How long do I have to stay this way before I can get
dressed again?” Greta dropped the bundle of clothing behind the
loveseat and grinned. “I suppose I should have mentioned that
before. Once you’re asked to strip naked, you must stay that way
for the rest of the game.”

Jennifer wrapped one arm around her chest and
slid the other hand between her legs. “
What?
I have to
stay
like this?”

“Yes, dear. But don’t worry. I’m guessing the
other girls will be joining you shortly.” Jennifer sat back down as
Greta picked up the stack of pink cards. “That’s the end of round
one, ladies. Now for round two! In this round, the challenges
become…how shall I put it? Far less private. Jennifer, it’s your
turn again.”

Jennifer spun and got a 1, her own number.
When she spun again, she got a 3—Lacy’s number—just like she did on
her first turn.

Greta beamed as she read out the question.
“Jennifer, would you rather perform nude jumping jacks on my front
lawn for one minute, or have Lacy perform nude jumping jacks for
five
minutes?”

“Wait!” Lacy gasped. “Stripping inside is one
thing. But you can’t ask us to go naked in front of the whole
neighborhood!”

“You may quit anytime, dear. But remember,
you’ll forfeit your wedding ring.”

Lacy looked at Jennifer, pleading, but
Jennifer shook her head. “I don’t want to do it either, Lacy,” she
said quietly. “So I pick you.”

The redhead turned to Greta again. “Greta,
please, I can’t—”

“You can, and you will, my dear. And who
knows? My house sits far from the street. Perhaps no one will see
you. There’s no way to predict how many people will pass by while
you’re outside. Maybe only one or two. Maybe a dozen. The element
of chance makes this challenge far more provocative, don’t you
think? Now please get undressed. I hate to delay the game.”

Tears filled Lacy’s eyes as she slipped off
her summer dress, followed by her bra and panties. Her skin was
pale and freckled, her nipples as pink and delicate as rose petals.
The hair between her legs was just as red as the hair on her
head.

“Come, ladies,” said Greta as she stood up.
“We’ll observe from the foyer.”

Two large windows flanked the ornate front
door, and the other women stood at the glass watching as Lacy crept
outside. The redhead looked both ways, scanning the street and the
surrounding yards for people. Greta’s house did sit far back from
the road. It was late afternoon, and long shadows stretched across
the grass. Maybe, if she was extremely lucky, she could get through
this without anyone noticing.

With her arms wrapped around her body, Lacy
quick-stepped to the middle of the lawn. That’s where Greta had
ordered her to stand, along with one other important instruction:
If you stop exercising for any reason before the full five
minutes is up, you’ll have to start again from the
beginning.

No cars in sight. No one on the street or the
sidewalk, which was a good hundred feet away. Lacy began her
jumping jacks, her tits bouncing with each one. She felt foolish,
ridiculous. If she wasn’t still half-drunk from the wine, she
probably would have just run home without her wedding ring. She
jumped again and again. The grass felt soft beneath her bare feet,
and the late afternoon breeze tickled her naked skin and hardened
her nipples. Lacy looked left and right as she jumped, scanning the
area for people. No one in sight. So far so good.

Then Lacy heard the sound of tires
approaching.
A car! Shit!
She shut her eyes as if that would
help her hide, but the car drove past without ever slowing down.
Did they see her or not? No way to tell. Lacy kept on jumping. How
much time left? Greta said she would let her know when the five
minutes was up. Until then, all she could do was guess. Another car
drove past, and again Lacy squeezed her eyes shut. This time she
thought the car slowed down, but there was no way to tell.

Sweat broke out on Lacy’s freckled skin. Her
tits now ached from bouncing up and down so much. Surely the time
must be almost up. How could five minutes last so long? But she
never slowed down, and didn’t even think about pausing to catch her
breath. There was no way she could start over again from the
beginning. A third car passed by, and this time Lacy kept her eyes
open. The driver was a middle-aged woman, who gawked at Lacy
through the car window as she rolled past. Wonderful. How much time
left now? It couldn’t be more than a minute.

A shiver went down her spine as she heard
male voices talking and laughing. Someone was coming. Two people,
about to pass by on the sidewalk.
Come on, Greta, come on!
The time had to be up! Now the two people were right in front of
the house, and Lacy felt a sharp pain in the pit of her stomach as
she recognized them; Dan and Billy, two seniors from the high
school where she taught. Both were 18-year-old delinquents who
wandered around the neighborhood smoking cigarettes and causing
trouble.
Please, please, please, don’t let them see me!

“Hey!” one of the boys said, and both of them
stopped. They were staring right at her. “Holy shit! Look at the
naked chick!”

“That looks like—oh, man, is that our math
teacher?”

It took all of Lacy’s resolve not to run
behind the nearest tree and hide. She continued her jumping jacks,
her naked body bouncing and jiggling in front of the boys, then
suddenly Greta called out from behind her, “Five minutes are up,
dear,” and Lacy turned and ran back to the house, giving the boys a
good look at her naked ass in the process.

In the foyer, Lacy shivered and cried. “I
can’t believe it. Those boys are in my class! They’ll tell
everyone!
”

“Shall we continue our game?” Greta asked
brightly, ignoring the redhead’s tears.

The group returned to the living room and sat
down again. It was now Jan’s turn. When she flicked the spinner, a
3 came up. Lacy again.

“No!” the redhead cried. “That’s not fair! It
can’t
be me again!”

“Such is the nature of chance, my dear,”
Greta replied, peeling another pink card from the stack. “All
right, Jan. Would you rather walk to my mailbox in your underwear,
or have Lacy walk to my mailbox in the nude?”

“This is bullshit!” Lacy shouted. “It’s not
fair, it’s not fair, it’s not
fair!
”

Jan was trembling, tears in her own eyes now.
“I’m so sorry, Jan, but I just can’t.”

“What do you mean you can’t? You’d still have
your bra and panties on!”

“But I don’t…I don’t even wear a bikini at
the beach! I just…like I said, I’m really sorry!”

“What is your choice, young lady?” Greta
asked.

Jan lowered her head and mumbled, “I want
Lacy to do it.”

All five women returned to the foyer. “I
haven’t brought in today’s mail,” Greta told Lacy. “Please go to
the mailbox and collect it, then bring it inside.”

When Lacy slid out the front door, she saw
Dan and Billy still hanging out on the sidewalk. Dan noticed Lacy
and pointed. “Look! There she is! I told you it was her!” Biting
her lip, Lacy dashed down the driveway. She kept one arm over her
chest and the other hand stuffed between her legs.
Just go as
fast as you can. At least now you can cover yourself.
Dan and
Billy were waiting at the end of the driveway when Lacy got there.
“Hey, Mrs. Blake!” Dan said. “What the heck are you doing? Are you
some kind of nudist?”

“Please don’t look at me,” she said, trying
to slide past the boys, but they were blocking her way to the
mailbox. “Um…can you…? I need to get past.”

“What do you mean?” Dan asked. “We thought
you came out to talk to us. Are you one of those teachers who gets
off by screwing her students?”

“No! Absolutely not!” Lacy circled around
them, grabbed the mail from the box, then slammed it shut. While
her back was turned, one of the boys pinched her hard on the ass.
Lacy jumped and spun around, clutching the mail to her bare chest.
“Ow! Stop it!”

Dan frowned. “Are you nuts or something? Why
would you run around naked in front of us if you’re not trying to
get laid?”

Lacy almost knocked the boys over as she
shouldered past them and ran back down the driveway. Greta opened
the door for her and held out her hand for the mail. “Thank you so
much, dear! Now back to the living room.”

It was Lacy’s turn now, and she hoped and
prayed that Jan’s or Jennifer’s number would come up when she spun,
but instead it was Rosa’s.