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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.
