"The Wishmaster?"
Tiff sat cross-legged on the dusty attic floor. The Asian girl's sandy bangs swooped just above her blue eyes. She looked over the cover of a board game. It was thick, heavy, and carved from wood.
"So, how do we play?" Ashtyn asked, crouching next to Tiff. Her dirty-blonde hair spilled upon her broad, boney shoulders.
"Roll the dice, do what the Wishmaster asks..." Mills, a muscular young man, leaned-in over the girls' shoulders and read the inscription on the bottom right corner of the board game. "...and your game piece will move..."
"Do what the Wishmaster asks?" Ashtyn arched a brow.
"I'm assuming dance or oink like a pig, something embarrassing." Tiff looked back down at the cover and read the instructions aloud. "You can either perform for the Wishmaster and move forward or refuse and be passed. First one to the end will be granted a wish."
"It says something bad will happen if you pass." Mills pointed to the warning.
Tiff laughed it off. "You actually believe this?"
"No!" Mills shot back. "Just reading aloud."
With a mischievous grin, Tiff glanced to her friend, Ashtyn. "So, y'all wanna pla—"
"Hey!" a voice called from downstairs.
Tiff's wide beam relaxed into a frown. She glared up to Mills once again. "Did you tell him we were here? I told you Ash has no interest tongue-tying your boy."
Mills offered a slight shrug. His eyes jumped from the look of disgust on his girlfriend's face to Ashtyn's upturned nose. "I ummm..."
The attic door flung open with a jarring shriek. In walked a nerd wearing thick horn-rimmed glasses, suspenders, and pant-legs rolled high above his ankles. "Hola!" he said in a nasally voice. "Heard your parents were out of town."
"Ugh..." Tiff turned back to the game.
"Dex!" Mills clapped hands with his scrawny friend. "My man!"
"Then you fuck him..." Tiff grumbled under her breath as she opened the board game and set four animal pieces at the starting point: a cuttlefish, bonobo ape, rabbit, and honey bee. To Dex, she asked, "I guess you're in, huh?"
"Sure." Dex knelt. "I'll take the ape."
"Honey bee!" Ashtyn blurted.
"I guess I'll go with the fish thingy." Tiff snatched the pair of dice and extended her hand to anyone willing to take them. "So, who's first?"
Ashtyn looked to Mills, who glanced to Tiff. All appeared hesitant.
"Fine. I'll go." Dex took the dice from Tiff's palm. "But is there anything I need to know—"
"It tells you things to do, if you do them you move forward," Tiff interrupted in a rushed, agitated way. "First one to the end gets their wish."
"Hmm..." Dex breathed a lucky breath on the dice before rolling them across the board. It landed on seven. In the middle of the board set a globe and inside a cloudy message formed:
'In order to move ahead, you must remove your threads!'
They all chuckled.
"What kind of game is this?" Ashtyn asked.
Dex shrugged and started to remove his pants.
"Whoa!" Tiff said. "I don't want to see that."
Ashtyn covered her laughter.
"Hey, you don't have to do what it says. But as for me, I want my wish." With glasses in hand, Dex pulled off his shirt to the squeals and laughs of the room. He was bony, ribs showing, not a muscle on his body. He pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose and then proceeded to unbuckle his pants. Upon yanking them down along with his boxers, the laughs in the room turned to gasps. What he lacked in physique, Dex made up for below the waist.
His huge cock silenced the room: Tiff's eyes widened before being covered by Mills' hand. Ashtyn blushed and turned away, but snuck in side glances.
Dex reached for the ape game piece, but it slid seven spots on its own. "That's cool. Is that magnetized?"
"Must be..." Tiff pushed Mill's hand from her face. "Who's next?"
Ashtyn shook her head. Mills scooted away. So, Tiff rolled them herself. The dice stopped on six. The cloud reappeared in the globe once again.
'In order to move ahead, you must remove your threads!'
"Fuck that," Tiff blurted, followed by a giggle. "I pass."
"What!" Dex bemoaned.
"Hey, chill," Mills said to his buddy, "my girlfriend is not getting naked in front of you—"
A chorus of alerts sounded from their phones. Their messages read: Nuclear attack!
The circle of friends sent fearful glances to one another before jumping away from the board game.
"No way!" Ashtyn looked to the floor in deep thought.
"This game can't be responsible..." Tiff raised a brow. "...right?"
"Okay. We're done with this." Mills began to close the board game when another cloudy message formed:
'You must finish what you start, or else the world will fall apart!'
"Fucking. Shit!" Tiff growled. With her eyes downcast, she stepped on the heel of her high-tops and unbuckled her jeans.