Chapter Two: The Rules of the Game
I had chosen a classic little black dress, brightened up by silver sequins all over the front. I had spent all afternoon teasing my brown hair into a wave and ensuring my make-up was perfect. Whatever Michael had in mind, I wanted to be ready.
Michael himself was dressed more casually, in jeans and a black buttoned shirt as he collected me from my dressing room. “Very nice,” he commented, clearly pleased with the effort I had made.
“So where are we going?”
“Purgatory,” he replied.
It was our usual nightclub. With cheesy hits all night, students and young professionals mixed in a sweaty, casual atmosphere. In a way, I was disappointed. I had expected something more out of the ordinary.
Perhaps sensing my disappointment, Michael tried to reassure me. “Just wait until we get there. I will tell you everything then.”
We arrived early and the doorman greeted us by name as he let us in. The dancefloor was almost clear and we found a table in the corner where we could speak without being overheard.
“So, this is the game,” said Michael pulling a sheaf of identical white envelopes out of his pocket. “There are five envelopes here. You will flirt with five people before midnight and give each an envelope. In one envelope is directions to our house and an invitation to do whatever they want to you starting from one o’clock tonight. At that time, you will be blindfolded and tied to our bed and the door will be open. Inside each other envelope is the message ‘Have a nice day’. I thought the thought of not knowing who will be fucking you tonight would be exciting for both of us. There will be a video camera recording everything for my enjoyment, of course. So what do you think?”
It wasn’t what I was expecting, but I had been hanging onto every word. I had tried bondage a couple of times before, but the thought of being helpless and not knowing who was going to be having their way with me was an extra turn-on.
I hadn’t answered his question, but Mike continues, having seen the eagerness in my eyes. “One additional thing. Since this is a game of random chance, I thought it would increase the thrill if you gambled on having to try some things you had never tried before.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“Like giving one of the envelopes to a woman,” Mike countered.
Despite my increased sexual experience, I had never been with a woman. It didn’t appeal to me. I knew Michael fantasised about seeing me eat pussy, but it just looked uncomfortable to me.
“I’m really not sure about that,” I said.
“If you do. I would, of course, let you gamble on one of your fantasies. Some of your work colleagues phoned earlier to say that they were going to Purgatory tonight too – one colleague in particular will be there.” Michael stopped, a suggestive look on his face.
The suggestion was clear to me. Justin had started at my firm just over a year ago. He had been just out of university, a football player with a body to match and had all the women at work fawning over him. Michael had always been reluctant for someone we knew to be involved in our private life. He had always said that the risk of feelings being complicated was too great. Justin was a bit of a stud, going home with a different girl every night so I hadn’t shared his trepidation. However, I had respected Michael’s views and hadn’t pressured him to change his mind. For this night only, he was offering me a chance, albeit a small chance, to fulfil my fantasy. After a moment’s consideration, I decided that it was worth risking the bitter taster of pussy for.
“I’m in,” I said, gathering up the envelopes. “Let’s get down to it.”
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