As before, all characters are over 18 years old. Feel free to review with praise, criticism, or requests.
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There was applause when Emily, Emmy, and Dani entered the boys' common room, and Emily blushed deeply. Emmy led her to the same chair where she'd last played "It's done when you're done".
Emily looked around at the gathered crowd. The room was packed with male and female students alike, all leering at her.
Emily looked down at herself, and was glad that she'd been given bra and panties—the silky yellow dress was very thin. It hugged her tight body, and the outline of her bra was clearly visible through the front. It was strapless too—thankfully her bra helped keep it in place.
Her modesty wasn't entirely in her own hands, though. Emmy, her clone, was moving through the crowd, laughing and teasing the various students she came into contact with. The clone flipped her silky hair, and as she did so, the strap of her dress fell down her shoulder, revealing one small tit, capped with a small, dark, erect nipple. "Oops," she said smiling. Slowly, she put the strap back in place.
Emily forced herself to look away.
There was another burble from the gathered students as the doorway opened again. Emily felt deja vu as she watched another girl led into the boys' common room by the girl's exact doppelganger—it was another clone!
The girl and the clone were pretty, Emily noticed. Medium height, with strawberry blonde hair, a narrow waist, and larger b-cup breasts. Or maybe a small c-cup? Emily couldn't tell. Either way, the girl's silky hair and upturned nose made her look somewhat fey.
Emmy bounced over to the pair. As the girl was guided into a chair next to Emily, Emmy played the role of MC.
"And here we have Emily's teammate," she said. "Lauren here played flanges almost as bad as Emily did. Now, since we've had an unprecedented number of skunkees in the past week, it seemed like a good time for a grudge match!"
The crowd whooped and cheered lustily.
Emmy continued: "But who would face them? What girl would dare to put their modesty on the line, even against such a lusty duo? It didn't seem fair, but conveniently, each of them have a clone willing to do the job! So Laur, Lauren's clone, and I are back here to literally face ourselves. Who will win? I'm not sure. But I bet we're all going to enjoy it. Once a girl is out, she's no longer allowed to play. And once both girls on are side are out, then there's...a forfeit round," said Emmy, grinning wickedly.
With a wink and a smile, Emmy and Laur sat down opposite Emily and Lauren. But rather than the nervousness of their original companions, the clones seemed to grin even wider as the chairs secured them in place.
They were a site to behold. Emily, the thin Korean girl, shifted awkwardly in her seat, butterflies in her stomach. Her smooth black hair fell down over her delicate collarbones, and her small tits pressed against the yellow silk dress she wore.
Across from her, her clone Emmy wore the thin green dress from the previous night. It was clear from her nipples poking through the front that she had forgone a bra. The clone stared hungrily across the table at her original.
Next to Emily, Lauren's chest rose and fell with her breathing. The girl was wearing a poofy white tube top and a pale blue skirt. Her strawberry blonde hair fell to mid-back. The slope of her breasts was smooth and lovely as it descended into the tube top. She looked as nervous as she was lovely—blue eyes shone out from her delicate, pale face.
Laur, Lauren's clone, said: "Now, we like a fair match. It seems like our original counterparts are a little more...turned on, than usual." She smirked at Emily and Lauren. It would only be fair if we restored their sexual stimulation to normal, wouldn't it?"
The crowd in the common room booed, but nonetheless Laur waved her hand and Emily felt the ever-present arousal from the last game fade.
Phew. Finally, they might have a chance at winning this thing. She was relieved that she could finally focus without being so aroused!
"All right," said Laur. "Let's do this!"
The boys in the common room roared in excitement.
Dani stopped out of the crowd. She flipped her blonde hair and smirked as she put the infernal deck on the table. "Remember Emily, even if you win, everyone gets to see you lose." She shot a glance at Emmy, Emily's perfect clone.
She was right...Emily sure was in a pickle! Maybe they could tie or something...?
Laur, Lauren's clone, cleared her throat. "As the newcomers, I think it's only fair that our team gets to go first."
"Hmmm," said Emmy. "But who should we pick on? They're both so lovely."
"How about we start with Emily," said Laur. "She looks like she could relax a little."
Both clones smiled mischievously.
"What?" exclaimed Emily, her shoulders tensing up. "No!"
Before she could say anything more, the clones played their cards.
Still seated in her chair, Emily felt her arms hoisted high in the air. And she also felt her small breasts hang at a more natural angle...her bra had disappeared!
"What am I doing?" she asked, startled.
Against her will, Emily started to dance sensually, her lithe asian body moving fluidly as her silky hair flashed in the light. Since her arms were over her head and her bra had vanished, she felt her dress started to slide down her chest. Oh no!
More and more of her brown breasts came into view, until one nipple finally slid out of the shirt. And then another.
"Ahhh!!" said Emily. She continued to dance, her breasts flopping as she undulated. She couldn't stop, and the crowd watched her every move. She felt like her face was on fire.
