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Part One, Chapter 2 Peter and Belinda were lying naked on the bed; the sheet was wrapped around them. Peter had fallen asleep. He woke and found Belinda reading a book. He shut his eyes. For some reason, he had thought she would be gone afterward. "All rested?" She smiled down at him. He nodded tentatively and started to sit up. "Ready for another apple drink?" She saw him nod again, she put down the book and kissed him. "You're sweet." She sat up, got up and poured two apple drinks, got back in bed again. "I'm eighteen so that means I can drink beer and wine. Later, if you want. We'll see where the game takes us." "The game?" Peter sat a little more erect. Belinda's skin felt nice against his. "Remember? We throw dice and choose the card the dice tell us. Then we do what's on the card. After we have sex or do whatever we start all over again. It's fun. Here, I'll show you." She started to get up, then turned back to Peter. "But if there is anything you don't want to do, or I don't want to do, if either of us says no to a card, that's all right. You can always say no." She patted his leg and got up. Coming back to the bed, he could barely see the small rings she had on her labia. He could only see them because he knew they were there. She sat on the bed and dumped the contents of the canvas bag out on the sheet between them. There were four sets of colored cards, he could see one of what he supposed belonged to a pair of dice, lots of packages of condoms and lubricant, a baggie of something shiny, a small bottle labeled glycerin, pens, a bundle of something, and what looked to be a hank of short pieces of white cotton rope. She grabbed the bundle first. "Here, these are for you. They're 'Fuck Bucks'." She laughed. "Lame, isn't it?" She tossed them to him. He caught the small bundle of printed paper sheets and examined it. He pulled one out from under the rubber band holding it. They were dollar bill sized and looked like they were printed out on a home computer. On one side there was a picture of an antlered deer, ten or twelve point he guessed, and a large numeral one. He turned it over and on the other side it said Slotville, but defaced like the sign on the edge of town. There was a slash through the o and an u was written above. There was a large numeral one on this side also. He looked up at her. "See, what you do is you hand it to someone, girl in your case, and wham, you're in heaven. The girl may have bracelets and anklets like mine and a necklace . . . here it is." She pulled something out from under the papers. "There. Like this." She fixed a black collar with four chrome rings around her neck. "Neat, hunh?" She grinned at him. "Try me. Give me a fuck buck." He handed her one of the bills. "Oh gee. Sorry. I can't because I'm playing the game with Peter." She patted the sheet over his leg. "But if Shirley delivers a pizza tomorrow, and she's not playing the game, and you give her one of these, why I know you both will have a great time." She smiled. "And even though we're playing the game and I can't, you can, because you are . . ." She lowered her voice and raised her two index fingers then bent them quickly down then up. "Master." She bent her fingers again. She laughed. "I know, it's silly, but that's half the fun playing the game." "Master?" Peter was starting to look dazed again. "For the weekend. Everybody turns into pumpkins Sunday night." She patted his leg again. "There are fifty fuck bucks there, only good this weekend I'm afraid." She saw his face. "Don't worry. You're not required to use all of them. Ready to learn about the game?" Peter nodded. He glanced away briefly then returned his eyes to hers. Then he said, "Yes, I guess." "Good. The rules are simple. There are four suits of cards. Each suit has a different color. We'll go through one suit at a time, until we get a change card. Then we go to the next suit. Each suit is fun, so even if we never get a change card we'll have a great time." She leaned over and kissed him, her other hand patted his crotch. "All weekend long. So, where was I?" "Change cards and suits." Peter was starting to flounder. He thought Middle English was so much simpler. "All right. Each card in a suit has a number on one side, see?" Belinda held up a bundle of blue cards. She took off the rubber band. "A number from two to twelve. We roll the dice, pick the card, then do, or try to do," she laughed, "they're fanciful at times, try to do what it tells you to do. After we have sex or whatever we get to roll again. Simple really." She smiled. "Do what?" "Well see, say we've rolled a nine. This card is marked nine so we turn it over and see. Here." She handed him the card. The card said: "Go driving. He drives. She sits in the back seat. She does not have any clothes on. She masturbates until she orgasms twice. Then they roll the dice again." "See. We'll go places, do things. Say we roll a two next. She handed him another card. The card said: "She dresses provocatively, bikini top, miniskirt. They go to Screwy Louie's. She lets all the customers there know she isn't wearing panties. She saves an empty beer bottle for the collection. She leaves her top in the bar. Roll the dice again." "Screwy Louie's?" "That's a bar at the edge of town. It's a nice place, you'll like it. Not hoity toity. Regular people." She lightly kissed him on the cheek. "Wearing that brief top and miniskirt my tattoo will show." She grinned. "Lucky guy, hunh?" "Steve?" "No, you, silly. They're not going to know that you're not Steve. Unless you tell them." She thought for a second. "You might want to tell them. See? Anyway, we go along through the blue suit, to yellow, to orange, to red. Each suit is different. Blue is more into showing stuff." She saw the look on his face. "There's sex, too. Believe me. Yellow is more bedroom type stuff. Things move along pretty quickly there. Orange is a mixture of some of this and that. I know you'll love orange, Master. Red is where I get to show my true colors. We might end up back at Screwy Louie's and you've tied me to a stall in the men's room and are letting men take turns with me." She grinned. She reached to the items on the bed and picked up the cotton rope. "See, we're all ready." She laughed and tossed the rope down. "Would you?" "Yes." She looked at him. "That's a bit bald, isn't it? But yes, I'd do that." She held his eyes. "If you don't want to do that, we won't." Peter watched her face, then said, "Okay, I guess." "There is one more thing. After the cards are shuffled, and we have taken out one each of the numbers two through twelve, then you get to take out two of those cards and I get to take out two cards. We replace them with cards of our own. We can write anything on them except," she paused, "anything except change suit." She laughed. "It's an easy game to play." "Easy?" Peter asked. "Fun. Adventuresome. Exciting. Thrilling. And easy." Belinda flung an arm over him, pulled him close, her breasts with their warm nipple rings pushed into his chest like soft pillows with memories of harder things, her legs wrapped around his. Her other hand pushed his hair aside and she kissed him, kissed him thoroughly. She rested her cheek against his. "You get to roll first." "Miniskirt? Collection?" "A practical man. I like that." She pushed away from him except for her hand on his erect penis. "I have the necessary clothes and stuff in my car outside. Along with the collection." She gave his penis a squeeze. "Ready to play?" Peter nodded. Then said, "Yes. I'm ready to play. Jan said she didn't know what I'd gotten myself into but go ahead. I don't know what I've gotten myself into. Okay. Let's play the game." Belinda smiled broadly. She sat up and started to pick up the scattered game items on the bed. "There's one more thing." "I figured." "My name during the game is Bring." She glanced at him. "For Belinda ringed." She flicked a nipple ring with her finger. "And yours, besides Peter, is Master." She laughed. "Which is silly, I know. Just don't be surprised if I say it. All right?" "Okay, Bring." He paused. "Bring, you are an amazing woman." "Thanks." She paused also. "Peter."
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