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That night I raced home to see what plans Wendy had thought of. I quickly signed on hoping I would find out before Jeff, my boyfriend, came over.
"Are you sure Ash? What if she wins? What if she is perverted or something? You've never met her. And even assuming she is sane, are you really prepared to submit to her every whim?" typed Laura.
"She won't win. And yes, I'm sure. I am going to enjoy this. When did you find out?"
"You kidding, as soon as I got back from my business trip, Linda emailed me. You two are the talk of the chat room."
"Don't be so sure Ash because believe me your ass will be exposed a lot when I win," typed Wendy, who just signed on.
"So long as you agree to the same terms," I challenged. Then added, "And you won't win," I said confidently.
"Hmmm, we'll see. Ok, how about this Saturday night at a motel down town. You can reserve it but loser will pay. We will wear identical bikini's that have string ties. I'll buy those. Best out of 5 wins."
"And what are the rules?"
"Only women stuff allowed. No punching but certainly slapping, pinching, biting, hair pulling, etc. is allowed. You go out of bounds regardless of whose fault it is, you lose the match and a piece of clothing for the remainder of the game. You must strip your opponent (top and bottom) or pin them for a count of 5 to win a match. Both guys will count. Both guys also must agree in advance to help the winner. And of course the loser must submit to the winner until checkout on Sunday."
"Sounds good."
"And I propose that since we are both women and the stories that started this were sexual in nature, that our bodies are part of the game. Meaning, if either of us cops a feel on a bare breast, ass or pussy during the game, the 'victim' must not only allow it but remain in the exact position she was in when such touch occurred for a maximum of three minutes or whenever the winner breaks the contact to signal the resumption of the game. OK?"
"Certainly!" I typed. "Who times?"
"My husband Ron will time. He will bring a timer that will count down 3 minutes."
"But we want to see!" typed numerous women. "Come on, you two."
"Ok," responded Wendy, " Both guys will take pictures throughout the match. The loser's partner will take five of the loser at the end of the match and the winner will decide which ones are posted."
"Why not all of them? You chickening out now? And between matches, why don't we post them so the ladies can follow the play? My boyfriend is in web design so everyone can see you lose your clothes as the game progresses and you are made to submit to me."
"Certainly, I agree if you do."
"Any limits for the winner?" I asked.
"Well, I think exposure is a given. Loser must wear whatever winner wants or doesn't want until check out. And everyone loves to spank a bare ass, over the knee."
Oh she was devilish. I loved it. "Why not whip it too?"
"Ok, you bring your toys and I'll bring mine. Loser must submit and her partner must help the winner. Ok, blondie?"
