We rode the monorail in silence. Every time someone tried to speak, Cassie shushed them. When we got back to the hotel, she frog-marched us to the bungalow. As soon as we were inside, the beautiful blonde gestured for us to sit on the couches in the living room. We did so, obediently.
It might be surprising that we were so pliant. But seeing Cassie — sweet, bubbly Cassie — get angry was more than enough to make us behave. Further though, to this point Cassie had always been able to solve our problems. I think we all trusted her to fix this, too. Though I couldn’t imagine how it was going to happen. We really felt broken this time.
Cassie grabbed a notepad from one of the end tables, tore off all the sheets, and ripped those into smaller pieces. Then, using a pen from her purse, she wrote on each. Finally, she separated all the shreds into three separate bowls that she took from the kitchen cabinets. She did this with a kind of efficient violence, like punishing the paper for all our misdeeds. See what you’ve made me do?!
When she was finished, Cassie stood in front of the counter and glared over us, resting her hands on her hips.
“Everybody get naked,” she said. We all looked at each other, uncomfortably. We were used to stripping down together, but this felt clinical and odd. Especially with all the tension enveloping us. “Now.”
We stood up from the couch and undressed. The room filled with the sounds of buttons being popped, belts being undone, and clothes dropping to the floor. Cassie did the same as the rest of us. This was a far cry from that morning, when we’d all been so comfortable with our bare bodies. I fought the urge to cover myself for the first time in days.
“OK,” Cassie said. She turned to demonstrate like a hot, nude Vanna White. I knew this was supposed to be serious, but I had to fight not to chuckle as her boobs jiggled along with her gestures. “Each of us will take turns taking a slip from these bowls.”
“What’s on the papers?” Allison asked. She licked her lips, predatorily. Despite the fact that the athletic woman had one arm across her little boobs and a hand over her crotch, she looked ready to take on any challenge.
“I’m getting to that,” Cassie said, peevishly. “The first bowl has all our names. The second, has a body part. The third has an action.”
“So like, Paul, hand, kiss?” Allison asked.
“Pretty much,” Cassie said, “And then you have to do that thing.”
“For how long?” Emily asked.
“Till you get a sheet that tells you to do something different,” Cassie said.
“Oh my God, it’s like dirty Twister,” Mike said, “Well, dirtier Twister. That game’s kind of raunchy already if you think about it.”
“What if Paul chooses, like, Jack?” Allison asked.
“Maybe separate them into boy and girl bowls,” Emily said.
“If you get a name of the same gender, you can draw again,” Cassie said. Her exasperation was showing through. “Are we ready to go?”
I don’t think anyone was all that excited about this. Playing a sex game seemed kind of silly right then, being honest. I didn’t see how being forced together would make us get along. This felt like taking an oversalted piece of meat and over peppering it, too, just to balance things out.
But, again, we were used to Cassie coming up with solutions. We gave her the benefit of the doubt. If this was what she thought would solve the issue, we were going to try it. No matter how dubious we were.
“It’s my game so I’ll go first,” Cassie said, “We’ll go by couples.” It said a lot that none of us even knew what ‘couples’ meant at this point. “Me and Jack, then Allison, Mike, Emily, and Paul.”
We nodded our agreement. I didn’t know why I was given the special punishment to go last, but I wasn’t going to argue it at that point.
Cassie took a deep breath. I caught a look in her eye and realized she was nervous. I gave her a little nod. To be honest, I still wasn’t sure what she was up to. But I thought it was important for her to feel like I had her back. Cassie noticed. Her anxious look shifted into a smile.
She reached into the first bowl. The dishes were an eggshell brown, almost aggressively generic. But they served the purpose of hiding their contents.
Cassie fished her fingers through the sheets and pulled up a slip. She looked at it. Her mouth quirked, but she nodded. As if resigned. She turned and showed us the paper. It had my wife’s name on it.
I waited for Cassie to redraw, but she went to the next bowl and dug in. She showed us a slip labeled ‘Foot.’ Her final draw had the word ‘Touch’ on it.
“Simple enough,” Cassie said. She knelt down on the floor, putting her right hand on Emily’s bare foot. My petite wife let out a little nervous giggle but didn’t do anything else as Cassie’s pink-nailed fingers rested on her toes.
“It’s honestly not a bad view,” Cassie said, looking upwards. This time, Emily flat out blushed.
Jack ambled over to the bowls for his draw. He got Mike and tossed it. But his next slip was my name and he sighed, as if resigned. The next two were ‘chest’ and ‘touch.’ Jack shook his head, ruefully, but went over to me. He gingerly put his hand on my torso.
“Are you sure we shouldn’t separate the bowls, hon?” Jack asked. He turned to me. “Dude, you’re really hairy.”
“I am aware,” I said.
“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Cassie said.
“Are you sure about that?” Allison asked. She’d taken her turn and was holding up a sheet with Cassie’s name on it. The next slips had ‘rub’ and ‘chest’ on them. I think all three guys had the same thought at the same time. We all gave each other knowing looks.
“Just choose another person, honestly,” Cassie said. Her voice slightly strained.
“It’s fine,” Allison said through gritted teeth.
The tall blonde woman knelt down on the floor next to Cassie. She put her hand on the beautiful blonde’s big tit and started to rub. It was not emotional and neither woman seemed to be enjoying it. But, I will admit, it was kind of awesome. Feeling myself stiffen with Jack’s hand on my flank was strange, but there it was.
“Apparently I have to rub Allison’s hand,” Mike said. He showed us the papers. I think all of us were pleased to finally see a heterosexual pairing. These other matchups weren’t our thing.
At first, Mike’s assignment seemed rather blah. Where was the fun in that? But then, I think the whole room realized what the tall man was actually able to do.
After all, he had to rub his wife’s hand. And his wife’s hand was currently engaged in rubbing Cassie’s boob. Sure, Mike could have massaged Allison’s left instead, but where was the fun in that?