Cheri, Laura, and Gwen were best friends but almost nothing alike.
Gwen was aggressive and passionate. She'd competed in gymnastics as a child and still practiced a little for fun and exercise. She also captained the university's debate team and was bound to be a high priced lawyer someday, which got her into trouble when she contradicted her professors a little too much. The short-haired brunette hardly went a day without talking about her next hiking trip to the mountains.
Laura was outgoing and lithe. She aced every college class yet still found ample time to bury her nose in Victorian romance novels. She was blonde and knew perfectly well how hot she was. She liked the attention she got from men whenever she put on a tiny dress and went to a club, teasing them with the nautical star tattoo on her shoulder. At times, it took both Gwen and Cheri to keep her properly grounded. Laura taught late night Pilates classes, saying she needed the cash. She didn't though, as her family was incredibly rich.
Cheri was slightly shorter than the other two but made up for it with her enviable bustline, to the point where she'd been forced off her track team in high school from the discomfort of running any faster than a jog. Born in France before moving to the US at a young age, Cheri's parents were doctors and had transferred their love for science to her daughter. Analytical but also warm, Cheri made friends easily and already had an impressive summer internship lined up with a research lab.
Enduring an unpleasant Geography elective their freshman year helped the three become fast friends and soon they rented an apartment together. Secrets never lasted long between them after that, and thus they discovered a few interests they did share. One of them was bondage.
Laura had always been into bondage and couldn't hide her fetish for long. One day Gwen and Cheri had returned home to find her searching the sofa for a lost key, wearing nothing but handcuffs and a ball gag. Laura, understandably, had been embarrassed but her friends both found the concept intriguing. Soon they were all helping each other experiment with Laura's extensive collection of toys.
Not that these young women always agreed. A normal Friday night for this trio usually involved heated debates over local nightlife. Each girl always wanted to head to a different part of the city from the rest and it became something of an ongoing rift between them. That was, until Gwen invented the Dice Game. The Dice Game allowed the three friends to make quick decisions about their plans by adhering to strict rules. More than anything else, the Dice Game acted as a deterrent. If the girls agreed to use it, one of them would spend the night bound at home while the other two went out. It was harsh, but in most cases that stiff penalty helped the girls reach consensus voluntarily.
The girls rarely invoked the Dice Game but after two years together it had been around enough for each of the girls to have been on the losing end at least once, left bound in some form or another (the game determined that) while the other two went out and partied. They had every piece of equipment they ever needed thanks to Laura's credit card. No matter how much they each enjoyed bondage, being the odd girl out was always less than ideal.
The last Friday of the semester, with final exams finally over, caused something of an explosion on campus. Thousands of excited and carefree students flooded the area's night life. It was the night of the semester. Cheri, Laura, and Gwen naturally couldn't wait to join in the festivities.
"F.L.E.X., tonight, please," Laura pled with her friends. Strobe lights and dance music. Guys eagerly buying them overpriced drinks. Yes, please.
"Ugh, I can never hear the next day, it's too loud and the guys get grabby," Gwen complained, "C'mon girls, martini bar on 2nd is doing jazz tonight!"
"Kill me now," Cheri hated jazz. She personally wanted the frat parties. Cheap beer, the hottest guys. The argument went on and on for half an hour. Finally Cheri got fed up enough to go and shower. When she came back the other two bickered on. Cheri decided to break the stalemate.
"Are we really doing this, Laura? Gwen?" she asked pointedly, drying her hair with the towel. "If we can't agree, that means Dice. You really want jazz, Gwen?"
"Yes, I do."
"Laura, F.L.E.X.?"
"Hell yeah."
"Ok," Cheri sighed, slightly nervous. "I'll get the dice."
Cheri went to her room and retrieved a small lockbox with two locks. Twisting both keys, she took out a small wooden tray with the black and white dice rumbling within. The rules were written down inside but by now they had them all memorized. Laura bit her lip. Gwen put on a tough face but it was clear she was nervous too.
Without commentary, Cheri placed the tray with the dice on their coffee table. She picked up the white die and gestured to Laura.
"1 and 2," she said without hesitation.
"5 and 6," Gwen went next. That left Cheri with three and four. To start the game, each girl chose two numbers on a single die, which was then rolled twice. The first roll chose neither the winner nor loser. It just took that girl out of the game. With the next roll, the girl who got her number won, and got to choose their plans for the night. The loser of the second roll was the "victim," who wouldn't be going out at all. The rest of the game merely determined how naughty or nice her night in bondage would be.
Laura rolled the first time. All three watched as the die tumbled around the box, finally landing on a six. Gwen exhaled audibly in relief. It seemed jazz was out of the question, but at least she wasn't the victim. Cheri, impatient, grabbed the die and rolled again. The die ominously read two. Laura giggled with excitement and jumped up from the table. They kept all their bondage equipment in a locked, innocent looking chest along the wall. Opening it, Laura pulled out a short, thick strap.
"Shit," was all Cheri could say.
"Clubbing ain't looking so bad now, eh?" Gwen laughed. Cheri stood up but Gwen quickly followed and grabbed her by the arms while Laura pressed Cheri's wrists together palm to palm. Cheri's chest, covered only by her towel, rose and fell rapidly.
