A Game for Learning about Yourself
Chapter 4
Stephanie, Naomi and Maggie exchanged text messages as to whether they wanted to go together to the Churchill County Thiesen Medical Supply facility. They decided it was easier to just drive their own cars. They would be staying the night there probably whatever happened, but they needed flexibility. One of them might be staying a week to be the main course in a week-long orgy.
If one of them came in second and would spend a week in the Spielmann mountain mansion based on a deal they'd made with Rolf Spielmann, they were pretty sure that Spielmann would make sure that the woman enjoyed by Spielmann and his friends would be connected with her car at the end of the fun. Probably a chauffeur would drive the woman's car to Stateline.
What was unstated during all this texting chatter is that the three did not really want to have to share thoughts on the way to the Level Two game. If they were in a car together the question of what each of them was going to do under the new rules would inevitably come up. None of them wanted to tell the truth about their strategies or desires. None of them felt right about lying to women who were supposed to be friends.
Also, while Stephanie realized that Naomi was acting out of her own passions, Naomi was getting on Stephanie's nerves. Is Naomi acting all the time or does she really feel the way her exaggerated gestures would indicate? Or am I the one acting?
If the three of them were trying to act like sluts, Stephanie was coming in third behind Naomi and Maggie. She feared, though, that deep inside her passions were the strongest and the strangest. Maggie jokes about wanting to be gang banged and impregnated by blue aliens from outer space. I think I'd actually do it, Stephanie thought, if they had nice hard blue pricks and their children would be cute. She joked to herself of Martians landing near Reno, saying "Take me to your Breeder," and being brought to her so she could be inseminated from outer space.
Driving east from the bank, Stephanie was annoyed with herself that she still had not developed a strategy for the game at Level Two. Shit, I could have gotten out all my old statistics textbooks and worked out the odds of everything. Reflecting more, she realized why she had not done that. In order to play to win, one had to know what winning is, but she did not know what she wanted.
Still, Stephanie thought about the math as she moved along I-80. If all the women were using the same strategy, there would be a bit more than a 20% chance of her coming in first or second. Some numbers guy could work that out but I'm not going to bother because I don't really care, she thought. The women won't all have the same strategy, and it's too late to work out this shit anyway.
She, Naomi, Maggie had not even spelled out with Spielmann what would happen if there was a tie for second place. Stephanie knew that if that happened, she would undoubtedly concede the point to Spielmann, because she was so hot to trot.
Well, if I don't know what I want to do, the easiest thing to do is to do nothing. I'll just never take a second number. If I get to 24 strikes first or come in second, I won't have to admit to myself that I deliberately turned myself over for a week of rough fucks to the Sportsman's Club or Spielmann. It will have been up to God or the gods or whatever cosmic forces there are in the universe that decide such things.
Being unavoidably interested in numbers and gambling, though, Stephanie reflected on what would happen if she followed the "do nothing" plan. Let's see, if I get a 9, 10, 11, 12, 13 or 14 as my first number, I definitely won't get a strike. If I get a 1 as my first number, I definitely lose as ties now go to the House. If I have a 5, 6, 7, or 8, I'm more likely to win than lose although I'm not sure about a 5.
The game will go a lot faster than Level One. That may be why they raised the number of strikes that ends the game to 24. I do think there is a greater chance of a tie. Wouldn't be funny if all three of us went down. No, it wouldn't be funny at all.
I should not let on what I've decided. I won't let Naomi, Maggie or Shameless or anyone who might know me in the audience have the satisfaction of knowing that I have so little self-esteem as to do nothing when access to my body is on the line. I can even act chagrined when I get strikes whether I feel that way or not. I should feel that way. Maybe I should just do this game, but not get any deeper into this disgusting stuff, get home tonight early, and get my fucked-up head together.
Stephanie thought further, it's good that they don't allow chit chat about the game among the players while the game is going on, although we are allowed to talk about other things as long as it's not distracting.
So, Stephanie went back and forth in her head before she reached Fallon and the turn off for the Thiesen Medical Supply buildings.
As they settled into the room where they did the VD tests and other medical tests, Stephanie learned that, along with her, Naomi, and Maggie, Janet, Priya, Ashley, Madison, Ami, Precious, and Luna would be playing. Naomi, of course, showed up last to the testing room, dressed up in a low-cut blouse, skin-tight jeans and stiletto heels, although they had been told they would get different clothing for the game.
Stephanie in her mind had made up nick name descriptions for most of the women. She would have to make sure never to say any of the nick names out loud. Naomi was obviously "Drama Queen" and Maggie was "Scarlett O'Bitch." Janet was "Sick in the U.K.," Ashley was "Cut Offs Coed," and Madison was "Math Whore." Luna was "Carmen Miranda" although Luna's family was Cuban while Miranda was Brazilian. Precious had to be the "African Queen" although Stephanie couldn't remember if there was a single black woman in that movie featuring Hepburn and Bogart although it was set in Africa.
The medical tests were all done without any disease being found. The women were given their costumes for the evening. Apparently, whoever the fetishists were who wanted the women in sexy costumes, they had a limited number of roles they expected women to play and had a few sizes of each of those on hand. All of the costumes were of Halloween shop quality, very short, and involved silk stockings and lace garter belts. Again, Stephanie told herself that she was in no position to criticize other people's strange tastes. If she did not like catering to perversities, she should not have come.
Apparently, the guys in the Club did not know any more about geography than Stephanie, Luna got a costume that looked like it would fit Carmen Miranda in 1940 except far shorter and more revealing than anything Miranda wore in public.
Naomi was dressed up like a psychiatrist, if psychiatrists wore short gray mini-skirts, little gray wool jackets and blouses that had no buttons higher than the bottom of the breasts. The big clear glasses were a hoot and did not harm Naomi who wore contacts.
Someone decided that Madison and Ashley should both be college cheerleaders. The Club must be letting everyone with a fantasy express it if consistent with the fantasies of other members, Stephanie thought.
Maggie was dressed up as Molly Malone as if Molly Malone could have ever afforded silk stockings as she walked the streets of Dublin shouting "cockles and mussels alive, alive, O."
Priya was dressed like an Indian fertility goddess as Stephanie would have guessed. At least she was not required to have multiple breasts, just two large ones. Those she supplied herself.
Janet got an English Bobby uniform. The derby and the bulletproof vest looked reasonable from a distance except that there was no way to close the vest, there was no blouse, and policewomen, even in the UK, probably do not wear silk stockings, black garter belts and miniskirts.
Precious was predictably dressed like she was hired to twerk behind some Gangsta singer.
Ami was in a beautiful silk Chinese robe, a silk see-through blouse, and the stockings and garter that everyone else had. She would be pretty well clothed until she had to give up the robe when she'd be pretty much naked.
Stephanie was right that the Club would pick up on her German last name, but her ancestors had been in North America for 30 years when Marlene Dietrich wore the costume in Blue Angel that was the model for what Stephanie was assigned. My costume is pretty much like what I saw in the Movie Museum in LA, Stephanie thought. I hope they never ask me to smoke a cigarette. I'd rather be murdered by pirates than tobacco.