As the game progressed, the commands got bolder. Mike drew a king early on. "Alright, number 3 has to kiss number 5." Alex was 3, Sara was 5. She giggled, leaning in for a quick peck that turned into a lingering make-out, her hands on his chest.
"Damn, sis," Mike laughed, but there was a spark in the air now.
Vanessa drew next king. "Number 2 and 4, strip to underwear." That was Jordan and Lila. They complied with feigned reluctance, Jordan's athletic build drawing eyes, Lila's toned body in lacy panties making the room heat up.
Alex felt the shift—the game was veering into territory they'd only joked about. When he drew king, he hesitated, then smirked. "Number 1 has to give a lap dance to number 6." Number 1 was Vanessa, 6 was Jordan. She straddled him confidently, grinding slowly to the music someone had put on. Jordan's hands gripped her hips, and the room watched, breaths heavy.
Mike tried to play it cool, but his eyes lingered on his stepmom. "Okay, next."
Sara drew king. "Everyone drinks, and... number 4 has to make out with number 7." Lila and Alex. Their kiss was electric, tongues dancing as hands explored.
The commands escalated. Jordan as king: "Number 5 and 2, feel each other up." Sara and Vanessa. The two women hesitated only a second before Sara's hands slid under Vanessa's dress, eliciting a moan that echoed.