Three Girls Screwing Around

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'Fuck, this WiFi is hopeless,' Melanie moaned, throwing her iPad down on the bed beside her.

'This whole hotel sucks,' Amy joined in, gesturing around the room with one hand, holding the remains of a sandwich in the other.

She was sitting next to me on what was supposed to be a double bed -- but looked more like an overgrown single to me. It was jammed up against one wall, while the single bed Melanie was on was up against the other. There was just enough space to walk in between them, and our luggage took up most of the scanty amount of floorspace at the foot of the beds -- if any of us got up during the night to access the tiny ensuite, we'd have to be very careful where we put our feet.

'I agree -- I know it was cheap, but I still feel we were robbed,' I said dolefully, looking at the rain drops dripping down the window. 'I'm guessing neither of you want to brave the weather to see if this shithole has any nightlife at all?'

'I kind of wish we'd said fuck it and stocked up on alcohol when we got dinner,' Melanie replied.

'You call this dinner?' Amy asked. 'Even the sandwiches in this cesspit of a town taste like they were made three weeks last Thursday. If I didn't need to be in good shape tomorrow, I'd have spat it out again.'

We were all three off to compete at a uni athletics meet the next day -- we were on our college's team, if you can call really call it a team given that we all competed in different events -- Amy ran 800 metres, while Melanie was a high jumper and me a sprinter. We still had a few hours to drive in the morning, so it was going to be an early start.

'Let's save the drink for tomorrow,' I said calmly. 'If we stay sober tonight, we just might have some medals to toast.'

'Much as I hate to agree,' Melanie said, 'it would be stupid to drive all this way just to shoot ourselves in the foot by turning up with a hangover.'

'Well, what the hell are we going to do then?' Amy asked. 'It's only 9p.m. for fuck's sake and there's not even a bloody TV.'

Melanie and me looked at each other with a bit of an exasperated expression on our faces. Amy clearly wasn't one for being cooped up indoors, and this place was more like a 1950s boarding house than anything that deserved the title of 'hotel'. There certainly didn't seem to be any facilities -- not even a garden or a bar. I thought of suggesting we all read a book, but I didn't think that would go down too well.

'I do have a little something for emergencies just like this,' Melanie said, getting up and going over to her bag. 'Just don't get too excited -- it's more Butlins than the Côte d'Azur.'

She turned round, holding up a pack of cards in one hand.

'Cards're only fun if you're playing for cash,' Amy objected, 'and if I had any cash I wouldn't be staying in this pigsty.'

I couldn't say cards enthused me much either, but I wasn't sure we had any better options.

'Well, if you've got no cash, can't you think of anything else to play for?' Melanie asked teasingly.

'What, like strip poker, you mean?' I asked. Melanie's grinned and looked at me knowingly. 'Not likely! What's the point when there aren't any hunky guys to check out?'

'Oh, go on you two,' Amy chipped in. 'I think it'd be funny to see one of you starkers. I can already imagine how red your cheeks are going to be. Probably all four of them!'

'OK, so it looks like Amy's in,' Melanie said. 'You're not going to spoil the fun are you, Hannah?'

I hadn't taken Melanie's suggestion as more than a joke, but it suddenly looked like if I wanted to back out, I had to make my move quick. I wasn't quite sure what to do -- I mean, how big a deal was strip poker with all girls? We regularly saw each other in our undies -- let's face it we were always in the changing rooms together -- plus we were sharing a hotel room right now -- but we were always discreet when it came to going any further. I guess I'd seen and been seen through the frosted glass of shower cubicles after training, but that was our normal limit.

'Hold on a minute,' Amy objected. 'I said it'd be funny to see you two get your kit off. Leave me out of it.'

'Oh, come on, Amy,' I said. 'If you're really that shy, you just need to make sure you win. Where's your competitive spirit?' I like to think I only said that thinking that Amy was definitely out. If we weren't going to play, I could safely have a bit of fun at her, and maybe Melanie's expense. 'Think how funny it'll be when Melanie takes her knickers off,' I added with a smirk at Melanie.

'I know what,' Melanie began. 'Let's say that Amy can quit at any point she wants -- but if she does, she's got to do a forfeit.'

Shit! This was getting real again. I pictured myself topless in front of the girls -- I didn't think I'd be too bothered about that -- but getting my bottoms off terrified me.

'OK -- shall we say first one to chicken out has to sleep on the floor?' I asked. That way I had an easy out if I wanted it.

'Oh come on, Hannah, you can do better than that,' Melanie responded. 'Can't you think of something a bit more entertaining?'

'First one out has to run out to the street and back in just their undies?' I regretted saying that as soon as the words were out my mouth. If I remembered right, I was wearing quite a revealing set of lacy lingerie, and I didn't fancy bumping into any other hotel guests wearing nothing else. Plus, I'd have to run past the front desk, and that might get me kicked out of the hotel.

Unfortunately, before I could say it was just a joke, Melanie announced, 'It's a deal,' reaching out her hand to shake on it.

Fuck. I nearly said it out loud. I didn't want to say yes, but I didn't really want to go back on my own suggestion either. I held my hand back, desperately trying to think of an out.

But then, Amy came to my rescue. 'Still no,' was all she said.

Thank fuck! But having been saved once, I tempted fate again. 'Go on then,' I said to Amy. 'You choose the penalty.' I only really wanted to embarrass her and have a bit of fun seeing as it seemed like she was flat against showing us any flesh at all.

'Are you on too, Melanie?' Amy asked. 'You'll go with whatever forfeit I choose?'

'For sure,' she replied instantly.

I was a bit worried now -- had I said I'd agree to whatever penalty Amy chose? Was it too late to back out? Melanie had agreed to anything, but I hadn't got a clue what Amy had in mind.

'OK, first one to chicken out has to come down and have breakfast tomorrow wearing nothing but her pyjamas.'

'You bitch,' I said almost without thinking. Amy's rule might have sounded fair, but I'd already unpacked my sleepwear, and she could see full well what I'd brought. It was a simple black slip nightie that didn't reach far below my bum. Just maybe, Amy had realised that the material was a bit sheer too -- if the lights were bright, you'd get a fairly good idea what I looked like underneath. Of course, while I'd kind of hoped I'd be brave enough to go without my bra, I'd intended to keep my knickers on. Maybe it was an odd choice for a trip away with friends, but I'd been too chicken to wear it around my flatmates, so it had been languishing uselessly in my wardrobe for months.

I had no doubt that Amy had much less revealing nightwear, and probably so did Melanie.

'Don't be grumpy, Hannah,' Melanie said soothingly. 'A deal's a deal -- too late to back out now.'

'OK -- just one condition -- I get to pick the game -- it's Trumps or nothing.'

I chose Trumps because it was easy, and because I thought I was bloody good at it. I used to play it heaps, and I was great at remembering which cards had been played. If they agreed to my choice of game, the only real question was going to be which of Melanie or Amy would be breakfasting in her pyjamas.

Amy immediately agreed. Melanie said she was in too, so long as we played a practice round first, as she didn't know how to play. We agreed that the first person eliminated each game had to remove two items, the second just one. That would speed things along and make the whole game a lot more exciting -- you could suddenly lose twice as much clothing, all in one go!

Well, things didn't get off to a great start -- I got no tricks on the fourth round and so lost my socks. Amy was next out, so she lost one of hers too. It was me to deal next, which gave me an advantage. I was still confident -- what chance did Melanie have when she'd never played before. Unfortunately, I was soon left wondering if Melanie's inexperience was just a ruse -- she won four tricks out of five on the third round -- leaving Amy with one and me with none! Things were starting to look dangerous already.

'You'll not half be popular tomorrow morning, Hannah,' Amy said with a pointed look at my nightie.

'Just you wait -- your luck's not going to hold for ever,' I said, trying my best to sound fierce, but I think a tremble in my voice gave me away.

Reluctantly, I pulled my top and T-shirt over my head, revealing my red lacey bra. That really brought home to me just how close to fucked I really was -- one more loss and I'd either be in my knickers, or facing a very risqué breakfast tomorrow. I tried to salvage things a little bit.

'Just to be clear, I keep my undies on to bed -- they're part of my pyjamas,' I asserted.

'No, fucking chance, Hannah,' Melanie said with a grin. 'You can't change the rules just cause you're losing.'

I knew she was right -- I always prided myself on sportsmanship. It was way too late to try and mould the rules in my favour.

'Fuck -- I hate you guys -- but don't you ever dare say I don't play fair.' I managed a smile as I said it, but only just. My heart was already starting to beat faster.

Melanie and Amy played out the rest of the game, and Melanie won again! Amy pulled off her other sock while Melanie shuffled ready for game three.

'If I can win when you two start the dealing, what chance have you got when it's me to begin?' she taunted as she dealt out the first round.

Well, her words soon came back to bite her -- I won the first round and kept the deal all the way to round six, when Melanie went out with no tricks and Amy and me got one apiece. Sill, that only cost her her socks -- nothing much to worry about. Amy and me had to cut the pack to settle the tie and decide who'd deal the last round. Unfortunately for me she won.

I looked at the card Amy dealt me and was dismayed to see it was the four of clubs. That didn't give me much chance -- I could only win if Amy chose clubs for trumps, and had a lower value card -- in other words unless Amy has the two or three of clubs, I'd be down to bra and knickers -- any more losses after that and it'd start to get really spicy.

'Clubs,' Amy announced, immediately playing her card. I was stoked when I saw it was the two.

'Tough luck, Amy,' I said as I placed my four on top. She immediately peeled her tight T-shirt off to reveal a plain, unsexy bra. Things were beginning to even up a bit, but Melanie was still in the lead.

It was Amy's turn to deal next game, and she had a strong start -- winning all but two of the tricks the first three rounds -- but as Melanie and me got one apiece each time, we both stayed in. On the fourth round, Amy did even better, winning the first three tricks. That left just one to play for -- so either me or Melanie were bound to go out -- both of us if Amy won it. What was worse, if it was me, I was going to either end up topless, or I'd have to wimp out now and pay the penalty tomorrow. Both options frightened me, and I still had no idea which one I'd choose.

My last card was the ten of hearts -- not awful, but not great, and not a trump either. Chances were that Amy was going to make a clean sweep.

'So, what are you going to do if you lose?' Amy asked me, putting on a sweet smile.

I was tempted to tell her that I was going to win, but thankfully I managed to stop myself -- I'd only have looked stupid if I then went and lost straight away. To be honest though, I didn't have a fucking clue. It would be a bit daft to take my top off and bare my tits if I then ended up losing again and paying the forfeit tomorrow morning -- but I really wasn't sure I could get away with breakfasting in just my nightie. The thing is, I kind of wanted to do both -- just to see what it felt like.

'You'll have to wait and see, won't you,' I replied. 'Are you going to play or what?'

Amy didn't answer, but just turned over her card -- the two of hearts. Thank fuck, I said to myself, before saying out loud, 'Too bad, Melanie,' as I turned over my ten.

'Don't be too quick,' Amy said. 'You don't know what Melanie's got.'

Fuck, I thought to myself, I don't. If Melanie's beats me, me beating Amy counts for shit. Melanie was holding her card in front of her, grinning as she looked sideways at me.

'Oh, just get the fuck on with it,' I said, exasperated.

'Do you think Hannah's shy about showing us her tits?' Melanie asked Amy.

'I promise I won't take any photos,' Amy responded, 'so long as you give us a proper look at them and don't try to cover up.'

'You bloody well better not,' I replied with genuine irritation. 'Pics weren't part of the deal.' I meant it too -- I could live with a bit of embarrassment -- but I didn't want the events of tonight hanging over me.

'OK, no photos, so long as you stick to your side of the bargain,' Melanie agreed, 'but I've got to tell you, I've got a heart too.'

'Just play the fucking card and get it over with,' I snapped back. I'd decided I was prepared to strip, but if I was going to have to go through with it, I didn't want any more delay.

'OK, OK, no need to get so tetchy,' Melanie said as she finally played her card. The eight of hearts -- she'd just been taunting me.

'It looks like you're enjoying this,' I said to Melanie, pointing at the two bumps clearly visible under her long-sleeved T-shirt.

'Well, the thing is,' she began, before pausing for effect, 'this game isn't really fair. You were wearing a top over your T-shirt, and Amy's got a bra on.'

That confirmed to me that she had just three items of clothing left -- and she'd just lost two of them. I might have started the game two items up, but I wasn't going to give her an inch -- not after the way they'd stitched me up. But that didn't stop me toying with her.

'What do you think, Amy? As we were wearing more to start with, ought we to take things off to level it all out a bit?'

I knew Amy would never agree to that, but I was wrong.

'Yeah, you're right, Hannah -- let's play fair,' she replied, and with that she stood up and began peeling her leggings off, to reveal long, muscley, tanned legs and a pair of plain black knickers -- nothing unsexy, but not especially revealing. She then turned and grinned at me, and only then did I realise how much I'd set myself up for a fail.

'You did that just to spite me, didn't you?' I asked Amy, trying, without much success, to not sound angry.

'Yes,' she replied. 'What goes around comes around. Now pay up!'

Well, if I thought I was bending the rules, it wasn't going to sit right with me, so I knew I had to go through with it. 'Fair's fair -- that's all I can say,' I said, as I followed Amy in standing up and stripping off my leggings. Now, of course, I didn't really feel that Amy and Melanie had treated me very fairly, but I wasn't going to do more than hint at that. If they thought they were getting an unfair advantage, it was up to them to own it.

'Now for the big reveal, I guess,' I said with more courage than I really felt. 'Are you looking forward to it?'

'I'm looking forward to seeing those red cheeks,' Melanie teased.

'It'll be a treat,' Amy added, making firm eye contact.

'OK, here goes.' I reached behind me and unclipped my bra, and was just sliding it off my shoulders when I abruptly stopped and held it against my chest. 'Would you mind if I put my nightie on first?' I asked innocently. Actually, I was ready to go through with it -- I just decided to play it for all it was worth.

'I'll offer double or nothing,' Amy said, 'if Melanie's willing. We cut the pack -- if you win you can put the bra back on, for now. If you lose, you lose the bottoms too.'

'I'm in,' Melanie said instantly.

I tried to look thoughtful, like I was really debating it. Eventually I came back with, 'What about if, if I lose, I'll stay topless till bedtime? Isn't that fair?' Given how late it was getting, I wasn't really giving a lot away.

'Final offer,' Amy said. 'If you don't stop pissing around and pay up, I'll put you over my knee for a spanking.'

'You're so mean, Amy,' I objected. 'I thought we were friends.' But I didn't waste any more time, I let go of the bra and let it fall into my lap. I sat up straight, letting the pair of them take a good look.

'Very nice, Hannah,' Melanie said. 'With knockers that nice, you really ought not to hide them away all the time.'

'Yes, ten out of ten from me,' Amy joined in.

I didn't think I was embarrassed, but I felt my cheeks heating up. I tried to fight it, but I think that just made it worse.

'Glad you like them,' I said, trying my best to sit up straight and play it cool. I had no doubt that the girls had a nice view, but I still had to fight the urge to cover up. 'Now, didn't someone just lose?'

I looked at Melanie pointedly, and I could see Amy grinning at her mischievously.

'Yes, time to pay up, Melanie,' Amy said. 'Let's see if yours are up to the same standard as Hannah's.'

Melanie looked from one to the other of us and back. She had a bit of a tense expression -- I couldn't tell if she was genuinely worried, or she was just trying to hide her feelings.

'Well, the thing is,' she began, 'you guys might hate me for this, especially you, Hannah, but...'

She paused, but I didn't need to hear the rest.

'Come on, Melanie -- are you Melanie or a mouse? Haven't you got any guts?' I asked a bit aggressively.

Amy just burst out laughing. 'Sorry, Hannah, but I think we stitched you up good, didn't we? But look on the bright side -- we've had a lot of fun, and into the bargain Melanie and me didn't have to embarrass ourselves. Wins all round, if you ask me.'

All of a sudden, I felt a bit daft sat there in just my knickers, especially when I compared myself to Melanie who had just lost but was almost fully dressed.

As if to rub it in, Melanie pulled her pyjamas out of her bag and held them up -- a smart pair of deep red, satin pyjamas. It might not be common to wear pyjamas to a hotel dining room, but they were perfectly decent and weren't likely to really attract much attention.

I knew I'd been gotten the better of, but I was desperately thinking around for some way to turn the situation to my advantage -- or at least to get someone else to show at least a bit of skin. At least that way I wouldn't come out of this as the laughing stock. I wasn't going to get anywhere without one or other of the girls on side, but I had an idea that just might maybe fly.

'Well, Amy picked the penalty for the first one to back out, so I think Melanie should choose for whoever's next?'

'You really are a glutton for punishment tonight, aren't you, Hannah?' Melanie replied.

That didn't sound too promising, but given what I was planning, I really didn't need to worry about what the forfeit was going to be.

'Be as horrible as you like -- I won't object so long as it applies equally to Amy and me.'

'Are you in, Amy?' Melanie asked.

I'd hoped she'd say yes, but maybe she wasn't as daft as me.

'Tell me the penalty first, then I'll decide,' she replied, not exactly unreasonably.