Siamese Friends 02 - Rewitten

Author's Note: As evidenced by the title, this is a revision of an ancient story of mine. The original was terrible and, to current me, problematic. There was also more to it. It did not end here. As of this time, I don't intend to press on with the ridiculous second half, but we shall see

It was a dark and stormy night. Wind and rain lashed the walls of the Clark house and constant peals of thunder rattled the whole structure. Inside, it was still warm and dry, though the weather was affecting the local infrastructure. The power flickered on and off. Flood warnings were out, and people were cautioned to stay off the streets. It was a good night not to be out.

"I'm kind of glad we decided to stay in," commented Beth Clark.

"Eh, where were we going to go?" replied Lindsey Maeder. "Bowling?"

"I don't mind bowling," put in Sandy Lowell. She was a tallish, slender girl with straight, shoulder-length brown hair.

"Yeah, but Jean always wins," countered Megan Valentine. She was petite. Her hair was black and did not quite reach her shoulders. "And she's an insufferable winner."

"If I remember right, you're an insufferable winner," remarked Lori Clark. She was Beth's older sister, and while this wasn't her friend group, she knew them by association and mostly got along with them. Mostly. She was present tonight at this impromptu gathering because she hadn't moved out of her parents' place yet, and the storm made going out unappealing.

"Yeah, those two are... competitive," agreed Lindsey. "Speaking of Jean, I hope she gets here all right."

"She's not dumb," said Beth. "She'll stay put until this lets up a bit. Besides, I don't think her shift is done for a while yet. She'll be fine."

"Just as well," said Lori. "If she'd have gotten here and we'd started the movie, we'd have been halfway through when the power dropped. The first time." As if in reply, the lights flickered and illuminated.

"Hey, there we go!" said Megan brightly, before they snapped out again. "Damn it. Thought we had it that time."

"So what should we do until Jean gets here?" asked Sandy. "And, you know, 'til the power comes back on. Monopoly? Life? Risk?"

Lori grinned, glancing sideways at her sister and Lindsey. "How about poker?"

"It's a game I guess," replied Beth. "But more for gambling than just playing for fun. And we don't have a lot of money."

"There's always something to gamble with," said Lori. "We could play strip poker."

"Oh?" Lindsey looked immediately interested.

"What's the point?" asked Sandy. "It's just us girls here. Not like we'd see anything."

"I'd see plenty," grinned Lindsey.

"It's more of a power dynamic thing," said Lori. "I beat you, so you have to be naked. Or vice versa. If Megan wins she'll be insufferable, but imagine if she doesn't."

"I guess I can see that," said Sandy. "I don't know..."

"Power dynamic, huh?" said Megan. "Sounds kind of kinky when you put it that way."

"It's strip poker," said Beth. "It's *supposed to be kinky."

"I mean, it sounds fun," commented Lindsey, her eyes flicking to Beth. "Wouldn't be a long game. None of us are overdressed. We'd have to even out clothes, or just set a loss limit. Like five losses and you're naked. Then set the rules for getting them back. If we're going to lose, it should mean something. You shouldn't just get immediately dressed again."

"Like if you lose all your clothes, you're naked for the rest of the night?" asked Megan. "Wouldn't Jean be surprised when she gets here?" Megan appeared to be warming to the idea.

"We could even raise the stakes. After five losses, you play one more hand, and if you lose that one..." Megan's enthusiasm suddenly stalled and embarrassment colored her cheeks. "Ah, never mind."

"What?" pressed Lindsey.

"Nah, stupid idea," replied Megan. "I was going to say after the last loss, you get your hands tied or something. So you know, you're naked and *can't get your clothes back."

There was silence for a moment before Beth snorted out a laugh and Lindsey burst into a fit of giggles.

"Yeah, yeah. I know," sighed Megan. "Stupid idea."

"Oh no, It's not that," Lindsey squeaked out around her chuckling. "In fact, I bet Lori loves your idea!"

"Oh, just me, huh Blondie?" Lori shot back with a scowl. "As I recall you were pretty interested--" She clammed up suddenly, recalling they had an audience.

"What?" asked Sandy.

"Interested in what?" pressed Megan.

Lori's cheeks colored as she held her scowl. She looked to Beth who shrugged but kept silent. She'd promised to keep this particular secret and seemed to mean it. She turned to Lindsey, who in turn looked to Beth. At a shake of her head, Lindsey too kept silent.

"What the hell, you guys?" Megan crossed her arms. The context had her intrigued.

"Ugh, fine!" Lori grumbled. "A few weeks ago, I tied myself up. I had a timer thing set to get out but it wasn't done when these two *caught me, so I couldn't get free before they walked in."

"Oh." Megan blinked. "Well, that's cool, I guess."

"You tied yourself up?" Sandy looked confused. "Why?"

"Because... Well..." Lori stammered. "It was a sex thing, okay?"

"Oh," Megan said. "And you guys caught her? What'd you do?"

"Well, we, uh..." Beth looked to Lindsey who had a beseeching look on her face. She let out a long breath. "All right," she said, tilting her head toward Lindsey in a sign of assent.

The Blonde beamed. "We helped her out of course! And joined in. Played with some of her toys! Oh, and Beth and I are kind of a thing!"

"A thing?" Sandy's brow furrowed until she saw how pink Beth's cheeks were turning. "Oh! A thing! Well good for you I guess."

"Yeah," said Megan. "Glad it's out though. Jean's gonna owe me ten bucks."

"Uh..." Beth stammered, looking appalled. "That obvious?"

"Kinda," replied Megan. "If you spend any time with you two."

"Relax, Sis," said Lori. "I had no idea until you started making out in front of me. You're still probably going to want to move out before Mom works it out though."

"Wait, so Lori was tied up," asked Sandy, "and you were making out in front of her? It really was a sex thing."

"Chained up is probably more appropriate," said Lindsey. "Locked up? We needed to find keys to get her out. And yeah, it was kind of hot. We just got a little carried away. Then we were playing with her toys and we got, um..." Lindsey's confidence faltered. Not because she was embarrassed. Her eyes slid to Beth, who'd already shared quite a lot.

"Might as well tell them," the redhead sighed. "We got stuck too. We closed a padlock and couldn't find the key. Lori had it stashed in the freezer for later. So we all needed to rescue each other."

"Then Lori glued us together!" Lindsey revealed excitedly. She had apparently been anxious to share this story. "And she re-tied herself up! And we did a scavenger hunt to get free!"

"Wait, what?!" Sandy's brow furrowed. "She glued you together?"

"Yeah, we were stuck together all night!" beamed Lindsey. "It was great! I mean, it was a little freaky at first. Well, a little freaky 'til we found the remover, but we had fun!"

Sandy, clearly skeptical, looked to Beth.

"We did," Beth agreed. "She tricked us at first, but this superglue stuff basically turned to water with the, uh, remover, so it worked out. It was strong though."

"Oh! Hey, that's an idea," Lindsey exclaimed. "You still got that stuff, Lori? Instead of 'tied', once you lose your last hand, you get glued!"

"Uh..." quipped Sandy.

"I want a demonstration first," replied Megan, who seemed intrigued by the idea.

"Yeah, okay," said Lori. "One minute." She got out of her chair and started heading for the stairs.

"We got enough 'remover', Sis?" Beth called after her.

"Oh, yeah," Lori replied, still moving. "After those first couple adventures, I got a few extra bottles. I even transfer it to different containers for easier application. They're in the fridge." With that, she ascended the steps.

"They get a demonstration," grumbled Beth. "We just got stuck together."

"Still no complaints," grinned Lindsey.

"So... what did you guys do... stuck all night?" Sandy asked. She still looked uncertain, but at least interested.

"We could still move around," replied Lindsey. "We were just stuck together. We looked for the remover, and the keys to get Lori out. Watched some TV. Slept. And we were naked, so..."

"Oh, it *was a sex thing!" grinned Megan.

"Yeah it was," sighed Beth. She was less embarrassed about their shenanigans, and more about her 'secret' relationship, but she was working through it.

"Yeah it was!" replied Lindsey brightly. "That part was a little trick, since we were stuck but..."

Her description was interrupted by Lori coming back down the steps, In her hands was a clear, ketchup-style bottle mostly full of a translucent yellow-ish fluid. "Here we go. I switched to this type of bottle for convenience. So, who's first?"

"Well, Meg wanted to try it," said Sandy.

"If you're going to play, you should try it too," suggested Beth.

"I haven't decided yet," returned Sandy.

"You first," countered Megan gesturing to Lori. "Prove it's safe."

Lori shrugged and moved to a coffee table, crouching beside it. Then she put a single drop from the bottle on her left index fingertip, before touching it to the surface of the table. After a second, she flexed her arm, her finger staying stubbornly in place. "Who's next?"

"Oh, uh... Alright," Megan stammered. "She extended her right arm and index finger, receiving a similar application and pressing it to the table. "Oh! Oh shit! That's really something!" she exclaimed, failing to recover her limb. "It won't... fucking... budge!"

"Pretty amazing stuff," agreed Lori. "Sandy?"

"Mn," mumbled Sandy. "Do I have to?"

"No," Beth replied immediately. "Of course not."

"Mn," Sandy said again. "Unstick Meg first. Then I'll give it a try."

"Just to prove I can do it," smirked Lori. "Fine. Not a bad way to look at it." She straightened her legs but came to an abrupt stop halfway to her full height, halted by her immobile finger. "Oh, uh, except I actually can't do it... That's a little embarrassing." She looked at Beth and Lindsey, fighting the giggles. "Will one of you go get the remover please? I could drag the table in there but..."

"I got it," said Lindsey, climbing to her feet. It took her but a second; the kitchen was the next room over, Before returning with a similar bottle, holding a paler and less viscous liquid. "This is the stuff, Lori?"

"Yep," Lori confirmed. "Better hurry up. Meg is starting to panic."

"I am not," countered Megan, less firmly than she'd have liked. Still, she visibly relaxed when her finger popped free of the table."Oh, wow. That worked. And that stuff smells... lemony."

"Cause it's straight lemon juice," said Lindsey.

"Shut up!" Megan sounded skeptical, but didn't further protest the results.

"Hey, Blondie, don't forget me," Lori gestured to her own finger.

"I'm not," replied Lindsey. "You stay there 'til Sandy tries it."

"If she wants to," added Beth.

"I... said I would," Sandy looked a little green as she held her left finger out to Lori. She, too, pressed her digit to the table's surface. "Oh! It.. kinda f-feels like I'll be t-taking this home with me." She twisted her finger a bit. "Let me go now. Please."

Lindsey immediately complied. Then she shot a grin to Lori before freeing her captured finger as well. "There you go. So we want to try it? Strip poker with glue?"

"Hold on," countered Beth. "Let's set some hard limits. Sure, *we've done this before, but Sandy and Meg are going to want to know when they'll get their clothes back. We should also work out positioning before we get started. So everything's fair."

"How about we each write a position down on a note card and draw them randomly," suggested Lori. "That way, no one will get too crazy in case they draw their own."

"All right," agreed Lindsey.

"Yeah, okay," said Megan.

"Eh... I guess," Sandy still didn't look excited.

"I'll grab some note cards," said Beth, climbing to her feet. "I'll get a deck of cards too."

"And we should set a five-loss limit," added Lindsey. "Based on what I'm wearing: socks, shorts or pants. Shirt, bra, and panties. After the last piece, when you lose, you draw a card and it happens. Then you get to watch the rest of the game."

"Uh, and what if you're... not wearing a bra?" asked Megan, who had the most unimpressive chest in the room.

Lindsey cracked a grin. "Hey, Beth!" she called. "Bring Meg a baseball cap when you come back! Then you'll have five pieces."

"Hope you say that one for last," chuckled Lori.

Beth strolled back into the living area, tossing a hat at Megan. "So does everyone know how poker works? Flushes, straights, and all that?"

"Yeah, my mom used to like to watch it on TV," said Sandy with an eye roll. "Well, I mean, not *strip poker..."

"So you're practically going to be a shark," grinned Beth. "Meg?"

"Not my first time playing strip poker," replied Megan.

"Oh?" Lindsey raised her eyebrows. "How'd you do?"

"We, uh, got embarrassed and didn't finish," admitted Megan. "I was still doing all right."

"I... might need some help," said Lindsey, turning back to Beth, her cheeks reddening.

Beth smirked and rolled her eyes. "I'll give you a block of instruction." She began handing out blank note cards and a few pencils. "I know Lori's good. So, we are thinking five-card draw? It's the most basic. Trade up to three cards, four if you have an ace. No wilds."

"Are you a shark?" grinned Sandy.

"We'll see," replied Beth. She commenced scribbling her idea on her note card, while giving Lindsey a primer on poker hands.

"I'm not sure what to put down," admitted Sandy.

"Just think of a position it would be inconvenient to be stuck in," suggested Lori.

"Inconvenient," sighed Sandy. "Right. If I'm naked, most positions would be inconvenient." She started writing on her card.

It didn't take long and the note cards were collected, face down to the center of the table. They gathered around the coffee table, arranging themselves for comfort on the floor.

"All right," Lori took the deck and gave it a brief shuffle. "Here we go. Any questions?" She started tossing cards to each player, until everyone had five.

The hand progressed in a normal fashion. Beth had to try and help Lindsey without looking at her hand, but otherwise everyone seemed to know what they were doing. By the end, Lori came in last with a pair of threes.

"Well here it goes," grunted Lori as she slid off both of her socks. "The first casualty."

"Of many, I hope," added Lindsey.

Now poker can be an exciting and strategic game. Here though, played by these five young women, it was really only exciting for one reason. The lowest hand had to remove clothing. And within twenty minutes, they had all at least lost one thing (all, like Lori had divested their socks first. Beth was the first of the secondary losses, choosing to discard her denim shorts. The next hand, Megan finally lost her sock, followed by Sandy reluctantly, choosing to follow Beth's example, and shed her jeans."

"You know you don't have to, Sand," said Beth with a half grin.

"Yeah, yeah," mumbled Sandy, standing to slide her pants down her legs. "I let myself get talked into this. Thanks, though."

The following hand, Lindsey took off her shirt instead of her pants, revealing a slightly too tight Hello, Kitty bra.

"Ugh," Megan said with a grin. "Show off. But I guess if mine were that big, I'd show off too." The game moved quickly on. Megan was soon reduced to just her underclothes, though she kept the cap ("It will go last," she teased). Beth, however, was the first naked, after losing three hands in a row.

"You're not usually so shy," Lindsey jabbed the redhead, who was doing everything she could to conceal herself. Her ankles were crossed, with her left arm pulling her knees to her chest.

"Usually it's just you," grumbled Beth. "And when it was Lori, she'd chained herself up first."

Beth held out a little while longer, seeing Megan reduced to just her baseball cap ("This felt so much cooler in my head.") and Lori finally losing a second, then third hand, doffing her T-shirt and shorts. Finally, Beth came in last with an ace as her high card and little else.

"Well, here we go," Beth sighed. "Hit me." She paused as Lori fanned out the face-down note cards, finally taking the middle one. "Back to the coffee table. Huh. Looks like the game is moving to the floor."

"Or we can play on your stomach," grinned Lindsey.

"Looks like the game is moving to the floor," repeated Beth. "Whose was this anyway?"

"It was mine," admitted Sandy. "I couldn't think of anything and the table was right there. It seemed all right to me. But I wasn't thinking we'd be playing on it. Sorry."

"Eh, we'll see," sighed Beth.

The table was cleared and Beth took a moment to arrange herself, lying atop it. She made sure her head was supported, but it came at the cost of her legs and half her buut hanging off the end. "Guess it will have to do," she sighed, sitting up to give glue mistress Lori the proper access. She held still as a few drops were applied to the high points of her back before letting Lori and Lindsey help stabilize her as she lay back down. She only had one shot at positioning.

"Comfy Babe?" asked Lindsey, once her girlfriend was more or less flat on her back.

"Not... really," grumbled Beth. "Tables too high. The edge is digging into my butt." She drew her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. "Ugh, that's a little better, but..."

"You're not leaving much to the imagination on this end," giggled Lindsey.

"Just finish the game," groaned Beth.

Megan was next. She lost her hat, which hadn't actually done anything for modesty, and two hands later, got to draw the next card. "Another furniture one," she sighed upon reading the card. "I'll need a kitchen chair."

"That's mine, I bet," grinned Lori, snatching the card from Megan's hand. "Yep. I'll get you set up. Probably lucky it was you. Might have been a bit more of a stretch for Sandy. She's taller than you."

"Oh, I get it," groaned Megan. "Glue? Set me up? Fine. Let's see what you got."

Lori retrieved a wooden chair from the kitchen table. "Here you go. Sit in this." As Megan complied, Lori stuck each of her ankles to the outer side of the chair legs, forcing her knees apart. Her position wasn't really lewd, but couldn't really be called modest.

"Not so bad," commented Megan. "But we're not done yet. Are we?"

"Nope," grinned Lori. "Arms up." She drew Megan's hands over her head to the back of the chair. Her victim's short stature helped, but her behind was still slid out further in the seat.

"I... can't move," revealed Megan. Once her hands were fixed to the chair's back.

"You good, Meg?" inquired Beth, still stuck to her table.

"Oh, yeah," replied Megan, trying to squirm in her seat. "I'm flexible. Just, you know, working out how fucked I really am."

"Yeah, join the club," grumbled Beth.

Sandy was next to fall. She'd already been down to her panties, with one arm clamped across her chest. After a terrible hand, she reluctantly slid her underwear down her legs without standing. She had a brief reprieve with Lindsey losing her bra ("Goodbye, Kitty"), but was soon pulling a card. "Oh." Her cheeks colored as she read. "Well, that's not... so bad."

"What'd you get?" asked Megan, flexing against her bonds.

"Hands to Lindsey's hips."

"What?!"Lindsey's eyes fixed on Beth, grinning up at her from the coffee table.

"Yeah that was mine," the redhead admitted. "I was hoping to get that on. Guess you and Sandy get to bond now."

"Mnrr," Lindsey growled, though she was grinning. "Yeah? Now even if I win, I'll have to leave her there for a while." Lindsey shot Sandy a grin. "At least she's good company. And I can't *really be mad. Not after what I put for mine."

"Ugh," Beth rolled her eyes. "Can't wait."

It didn't take long to get Sandy arranged. Lindsey's one remaining garment needed a slight downward adjustment, but the required digits soon had an unbreakable grip on the Blonde's hips. "Well, that's better than I thought," observed Sandy. "I mean, I can't let go, but there's a little flex there. When you get superglue on your hands, it's just hard and crusty; you don't want to move at all."

"Wait," said Megan. She struggled to make eye contact with Sandy, but her fixed position was making it difficult. "When did you have super glue on your hands? And that's *hands plural?"

"Oh, uh..." Sandy stammered. "It was a long time ago. Not really important..."

"Oh, no," countered Megan. "I'd call it relevant to our current situation."

"Predicament is probably a better word," added Beth.

"Probably. Whatever," Megan agreed. "Spill it, Sandy."

"Ugh, okay, fine," Sandy grumbled, idly trying to separate her hands from Lindsey. "Anyone remember Jenny Lee? She was my best friend in junior high."

"I think so," replied Beth. "Short black hair, glasses, kind of skinny. She moved away, right?"

"Yeah, and we were unhappy about it," said Sandy. "She talked me into a protest. She squirted Krazy Glue all over her hands; yes, plural, and pressed them together with mine. We hooked our fingers and thought we were inseparable. It... felt like we were inseparable."

"Both hands?" smirked Lori. "What if you had to, like, go to the bathroom?"

"Yeah, shut up," groaned Sandy. "We figured out our mistake pretty fast, but there was nothing we could do about it but wait to be rescued. When her Mom got home, it took her an hour and a whole bottle of nail polish remover to get us apart."

"Ouch," Lindsey's expression was sympathetic but amused. "Sorry, Sand."

"It was a while ago," sighed Sandy. "And this feels better." She paused. "Honestly, still worried about the bathroom though."

Partway through Sandy's last sentence the doorbell rang. "That'd be Jean," said Beth. "Looks like you're getting the door, Lori. Meg and I can't move and Linds is topless and dragging around a naked Sandy."

"I'm not exactly dressed for company either," replied Lori, but she was smirking as she climbed to her feet, apparently less concerned than she was letting on. She walked to the door, in just her underwear and did answer it, though she used the door to block the view from the outside. "Hey, Jean. Come in."

"Oh, hey Lori," Jean Schumacher did a quick double take of her hostess. "Let me guess. You don't want to tip the pizza guy." Jean was the tallest in the house by several inches, and her chest barely second place to Lindsey's. She had an athletic body and long, wavy brown hair that in the right light, could be mistaken for blonde.

"Ha! Never tried that," returned Lori. "Does it work? Anyway, no. We're playing strip poker."

"Oh, I see," chuckled Jean. "And you're losing?"

"Winning," grinned Lori. She led Jean in and gestured to the game in progress. "I was the only one in any kind of shape to answer the door."

"Oh, uh I see," said Jean, looking over the assemblage. Aside from Jean and Lori, the only clothes being worn were Lindsey's panties. "Hey, guys." she drawled. "Looks like I'm sorry I missed... whatever this is."

"Yeah, we're sorry you missed it too," quipped Megan, struggling in her seat. "But hey, you're here now."

Jean strolled over to stand next to Megan. "Hey, Megs. "You're working pretty hard to show off there."

"I'm... not..." grunted Megan, "working at all. "I can't fucking move. I'm stuck like this."

"Oh?" Jean's brow furrowed, before she reached out and placed a hand over Megan's right breast, giving it a squeeze. Due to the smaller woman's stretched posture and unimpressive bust, there wasn't a lot available to squeeze, but it was the thought that counted. "Huh... seems like you are?"

"Hey!" laughed Megan, trying to shift her body. She and Jean had been friends a long time so the gesture wasn't an issue. It wasn't even a first.

"Okay?" said Jean, raising her eyebrows. "So what *is going on here?" Her hand continued to rest on Megan's chest.

"Lori put glue on us when we lost our last hand," informed Sandy. She'd known Jean forever too. This *was embarrassing, but it was just Jean. "I'm stuck to Lindsey." She pulled on her hands. "Beth's stuck to the table, and Meg's stuck to her chair."

"But, uh,..." Jean turned to Lori. "I mean, is this okay? How are you going to get them... unstuck?" She was starting to look a little more concerned than amused.

"It's easily removable," said Beth. "Maybe you should give her a demonstration, Lori."

"Yeah, she showed us before," agreed Megan. "Oh, but that reminds me. You... owe me ten bucks."

"What? Why?"

Megan used the only part of her body she could effectively move, her head, to gesture in the direction of the others. "Check out Red and Blondie over there. They're dating now. So you owe me ten bucks."

"What? Really?" Jean looked to the two in question for confirmation.

"Yes!," replied Lindsey brightly.

"It's true," agreed Beth, though less effusively.

"Oh, well, good for you guys, I guess," said Jean. "I thought Beth's mom would be a problem."

"And she still will be," grumbled Beth. "When she finds out. And I would much appreciate it if she didn't. Yet."

"No, of course," said Jean.

"Your secret's safe with me," agreed Sandy.

"I don't even like your Mom," added Megan. "No offense."

"Yeah," grinned Lori. "We love her, but it's really hard to like her some days. So, Jean. You want a demonstration? I can stick your hand to Megan's boob."

"Please don't do that," countered Megan who'd be completely unable to prevent it.

"Uh," Jean finally lifted her hand from Megan's breast, almost like it was hot. "Maybe you could show me with something else."

"Sure," Lori moved to where her sister was fixed to the coffee table. She once again put a single drop of adhesive on her left index finger. And, this time making sure the bottle of remover was within reach, she touched the digit to one of Beth's knees, still held to her chest. "There's that," she said looking to Jean.

Jean came over, gripping Lori's wrist and giving it a pull. There was a little stretching but the anchored finger stayed attached to Beth. "Okay. And to get it, uh, off?"

Lori retrieved the nearby remover with her free hand and splashed a little on her imprisoned finger, causing it to peel instantly free. "There you go."

Jean, still gripping Lori's wrist, manipulated it several times to retouch the finger to Beth and pull it up again. "All right. Looks simple enough. I'm in. What are the rules?"

"Five card draw," offered Beth. "No wilds. Five losses, you're naked. Six and you draw a glue card. Guess we'll get to use all five now."

"Hold on, now," argued Lori. "She's coming into the game when it's mostly done. She's got a huge advantage. She's fully dressed, and we're in our underwear. Blondie's already got her tits out."

"That is true," agreed Lindsey. Since the game was currently paused, she didn't need her hands for anything else and had her arms folded over her bare chest.

"Fine," said Jean with a grin. "I'm all about a fair game." She bent and lifted her feet one at a time, stripping her socks off. "Oops, deuce high! That was a bad hand." She straightened and peeled her T-shirt over her head. "I *knew I shouldn't have tossed that ace." She unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down her legs. "Seriously, Linds, how did you get *five twos?" She collected her clothes and set the pile aside. Her underwear was snug and a little sporty, but otherwise plain. "There you go. I'll give you three losses. Should make it even, eh?"

"Not that I'm complaining, Schumacher," said Megan, whose inability to move was getting frustrating. "I'm not sure if I want you to win or to be stuck next to me. Guess I'll be happy either way. "It'll be fun to see Lori taken down."

"Hey! I might win!" countered Lindsey.

"You might," conceded Megan. "But I doubt it."

"You lack the killer instinct, Babe," smirked Beth. "I'm afraid you're next."

"Hmmph," grumped Lindsey.

"Okay, then," Lori gave the cards a brief shuffle. "Back to it then. Here we go."

Beth's prediction came true, as her friend lost the next hand, held off the inevitable, for a round (Lori was forced to shed her own bra), and lost a second. Lindsey shedding her last bit of clothing was a bit of a production, with Sandy's fixed arms more of a hindrance than anything, but gravity helped. Lori was not shy about losing her bra, but was slightly irritated that she was no longer in the lead. Finally, Lindsey had to draw a note card.

"Hm," Lindsey mused. "If I draw my own, things could get awkward." She picked a card and pulled it free. "Oh, well that could be awkward too."

"Must be mine then," grinned Megan. "Sorry, Sand. Going to affect you too. Since you're a package deal with Linds."

"Aw, what's it say..?" groaned Sandy.

"Boobs to the floor," Lindsey held up the card for her with a sigh. "Nice, Megs."

"Have we got enough glue for that?" quipped Beth, eyeing the impressive chest with a grin.

"We'll manage," replied Lori. "Where are we doing this?"

"Put her next to Beth," said Megan with a smirk. "So they can still hold hands. I'm nice like that."

"Thank you, Megan," Lindsey replied. Her tone was sarcastic, but she was smiling. It took a moment to arrange herself and Sandy, but she eventually got herself lowered to the floor alongside Beth's table, face down, with Sandy kneeling on her other side. She propped herself up to allow Lori to apply a few drops of adhesive to each breast. "Watch the nipples..." she groaned "I don't want to accidentally pull on them." Finally, she lowered herself flat to the floor. "Okay. I'm not even going to test this. Carry on."

"All right," Lori moved back to where she'd left the deck with a grin. "I was thinking about the endgame. How about, when we're done, whoever wins, rolls a die and..."

"How big a die?" asked Sandy. "Like, what? A D6?"

"Yes, Sandy," said Lori with an eye roll. "We'll roll one D6, and multiply it by ten. The losers will be left for that many minutes. Then, they'll get let go and get their clothes back. Sound good?"

"Might as well just ask Jean," said Beth with a sigh. "The rest of us are already stuck with whatever you guys decide. But I say the winner doesn't get any lost clothes back either."

"I'm good with that," agreed Jean. "Lori?"

Lori glanced down at the single thing she was still wearing. "All right. Let's finish this off." She sat across from Jean and dealt one card.

"Wait!," shouted Lindsey. "Wait wait wait! I fucking saw that, Lori! You pulled that card off the bottom of the deck!" Due to her new enforced perspective, Lindsey had a different angle on Lori's hands, and thus was able to see the subtle manipulation.

"Aw hell, I should have known," groaned Beth. "That's why she lost that first hand. Right, Lori." It wasn't really a question. "And probably why I was out first."

"I didn't do it... that much..." protested Lori.

"But you got caught," said Beth. "So the question is what do we do about it now? I say if Jean wants to finish the game, give the deck to Lindsey to deal. She's not subtle enough to cheat. She'll keep it fair."

"Hey!," Lindsey grumped. "And what are we going to do about cheater-head here?"

"Right now? Nothing," replied Beth. "Most of us can't move. Cheating is one thing, but she got *caught cheating. So I say she gets a penalty later. Agreed, Lori?"

"Yeah, fine," sighed Lori. "I should have realized Blondie's sightline was lower."

"Right," said Beth. "Jean? Still want to finish?"

"Yeah," said Jean, enthusiastically. "Whatever she was doing never affected me, and now she *has to play fair. And there's no way *she'd back out now. Right. Lori?"

"Nope. I'm kinda stuck."

"So, uh..." Lindsey stammered. "They each get five, right?" She was managing to shuffle the cards, despite her fixed position.

"Yeah, five a piece," replied Beth. "Then give back whatever they trade in. Up to three, unless they show you an ace. And deal from the top, obviously."

"Yeah, that much I know," growled Lindsey, giving Lori an obvious glare. She carefully tossed out five cards to each of them. "All right. Hope you crush her, Jean." She paused. "Wouldn't complain if you lost your bra first."

Jean snorted. "Thanks, Linds."

Jean did lose the first hand, unabashedly peeling her sports bra over her head and evening the field. And she lost the second, once again putting Lori in the lead. The third hand, though, went to her, and stripped Lori of her last garment.

"Well, that's it," commented Sandy. "Everyone is naked now."

"Linds is sort of wearing you," put in Megan.

"Yeah but the floor is doing more for modesty than she is," said Lindsey. She riffled the cards. "Okay, ladies. One way or the other, this is the last hand. Ready?"

"Bring it," replied Jean.

"Yeah, let's go," agreed Lori.

The last hands were meticulously flipped out, and the remaining players retrieved them.

"I'll take three," sighed Jean, sliding Lindsey the requisite number of cards.

"Same," agreed Lori, discarding the same.

"Well, here we go, Naked Girl," said Jean, arranging her new hand. "For all the marbles. Show 'em. Three jacks."

"Fucking hell," sighed Lori. "Full house. Twos over sixes."

"Damnit," cursed Jean. "Oh well. I know you didn't cheat *me anyway. Probably just as well. I don't think you're going to want to be stuck to anything when Lindsey gets her boobs off the floor."

"God damn right," grumbled Lindsey.

"I was... a little worried," admitted Lori. She picked up the last note card and handed it to her fallen opponent. "Nobody's looked at it yet. Must be Lindsey's though."

"Yeah, should be funny," said Lindsey.

Jean glanced at the Blonde with mild concern before flipping the card. "Oh," she laughed. "Yeah, less funny for some than others." She turned the card so the others could see. "Butt to Beth's hands."

"What?!" Beth groaned. "Seriously, Linds?"

"Your card glued Sandy to me!" Lindsey shot back. "No offense, Sand. Your good company."

"None taken," replied Sandy. "I would love to be able to let go of you right now."

"Ugh, but I'm going to be completely helpless," complained Beth.

"I feel so bad for you," deadpanned Megan. "You'll still be able to move your legs."

"Fine," sighed Beth, holding her palms up. "And don't forget the timer, Lori."

"Yeah, yeah," said Lori. "I'll get that set first. A few of you are surly enough already. And I agreed to a penalty later. I should probably be mending fences."

"Glad you noticed," grumbled Sandy.

Lori stood and walked to the kitchen. She could be heard rummaging through a drawer, before returning with a six-sided die. Since the coffee table was occupied, she chose an end table to roll it on. "Three," she announced. "So you guys are stuck for half an hour. "She reached to her hip to recover her phone before remembering her condition and went to her discarded shorts.

"And you're naked for a half an hour," reminded Lindsey. "Gosh, I hope no one comes to the door..."

"It's getting late," said Lori, though her cheeks colored. "I think I'll be fine." She pulled out her phone and set the timer, before displaying the countdown to her prisoners. "All right, Jean. Let's get you set up."

"Ha! Get it, Jean?" barked Megan. "Glue? Set up? Classic Lori."

"Right," Jean rolled her eyes. "Okay, so how do we do this?"

"Start with me," Beth sighed, wiggling her fingers. "And I'll grab Jean's ass."

"Kinky," said Jean, stepping into position.

"Yeah, the kinky part is she won't be able to let go," supplied Megan.

Lori set her phone aside (either accidentally or by design, none of the prisoners could see it where it lay) and retrieved the adhesive bottle. Dabbing a few drops onto Beth's palms and fingers, she stepped back.

Beth reached up to the rounded butt hovering above her and pressed her hands to it, a cheek in each one, bonding them in place. "Hey, Jean. Feels like you work out."

"You know I do," replied Jean. She took a careful step forward, testing her new tether. "Yeah, I'm stuck. I feel like I could drag you around. Should we go for a walk?"

"Maybe another time," replied Beth. "We don't want to run over Linds. She can't get out of the way."

"Yeah, she doesn't want that either," said Lindsey. "So what do we do now?"

"I'm going to sit here," replied Megan. "I suppose I could sing or something."

"We could watch TV," offered Lindsey.

"If Lori would hand you or Jean the remote," countered Beth. "But I think you're facing the wrong way and my angle is a little awkward."

"Ah, you're right," conceded Lindsey. "I wouldn't be able to see." She was quiet for a moment. "Oh, I know. Lori, you remember what we were talking about the other day?"

"You'll have to narrow it down," Lori, who was the only one able to freely adjust her position, had found a comfy chair. She hadn't been exactly shy, but the way she'd folded herself into it was nearly modest.

"We were talking about kissing," reminded Lindsey. "How I thought kissing Beth was better than the last boys I dated."

"Oh. Yeah," replied Lori. "I recall. So what's your point?" She paused. "I am not kissing Beth."

"Fuckin' right you're not," agreed Beth. "I can't do much, but I bet I could get Jean to sit on your head if you tried."

"No! No. Geez," Lindsey shot back. "I mean, sure, I'm a good sharer, but that would be weird. No, but we have a few others here. You could ask for volunteers. See if you notice a difference."

"I don't know if I would," said Lori. "I... uh," She looked around at the women that were essentially her prisoners. "Look, I only ever kissed one guy," she admitted. "And it kinda sucked. Uh, literally and figuratively, okay? So I wasn't really interested in trying again."

"What are we talking about?" asked Jean. "Lori's interested in kissing other women?"

"Uh, no offense, Lori," said Sandy. "But, not interested." She tried and failed to retrieve her hands from Lindsey.

"I'll do it," said Megan. "Well, I can't actually *do anything, but you can experiment on me if you want." The rest of the room turned to look at her. "What? I've been stuck here a while. I'm getting antsy." She paused again, looking embarrassed. "Look, I've kissed people before. Boys and girls. It's no big deal. And honestly, I'd love the attention right now."

"When did you kiss a girl?" pressed Jean. "I know about Ronnie Dalton..."

"Yeah, ew," grimaced Megan. "I coulda done better. Anyway, at the Fowler twins' graduation. We played spin the bottle, and I ended up making out with Maggie for like half an hour. She wouldn't let go of me." She blushed furiously again. "It was pretty hot."

"There you go, Lori," pressed Lindsey. "You have a willing test subject. She can't move. Perfectly safe."

"Except we're both naked and everyone is watching," protested Lori.

"Eh, no worries," said Megan. "I wasn't really paying attention, but I'm pretty sure me and Maggie had an audience. These people are all trapped. And I can keep my hands to myself if you can." She wiggled her immobilized arms. "Heck, even if you can't."

"Might as well, Lori," put in Beth. "You put her in that situation after all. You're at least a little into it. And just so you know, I will be turning my face away."

"Not me," admitted Jean. "I'm stuck here. I'm gonna watch."

"Me too," agreed Lindsey.

"I would absolutely leave if I could," said Sandy, half joking.

"Fine, then," Lori scoffed. "I'd be lying if I said Blondie didn't make me curious." She unfolded herself from her chair and strolled over to the trapped Megan. "You good with this Meg?"

"Pucker up, Baby," Megan teased. "I can barely move, and I'll knock your socks off."

"She's not wearing socks," Sandy whispered. "We won't be able to tell."

"Mn," Lori grumbled. She stood before the immobile woman, pondering her options. Finally, she folded her arms behind her back. "Fair is fair. No hands." Then she leaned in and pressed her lips to Megan's.

From Lori's perspective, the result was immediately better. She'd heard the term 'electric' tossed around. Now, she had an idea of what that meant. She instantly wanted to unfold her arms and wrap them around Megan, but she found the idea that she couldn't, hotter. Her partner seemed to be enjoying herself too, responding in kind. This could have gone on forever. Except...

"We'd give you guys a little privacy but," Jean began, "you remember we're stuck here right?"

"I don't mind," put in Lindsey. "Seemed like she was really getting into it."

"I don't care for the noises coming from that way," added Beth. "Tell me when it's over."

"I... uh," Lori drew back from Megan, looking into her grinning face. "Perhaps we could... revisit this... in private..."

"Oh, any time you like," cooed Megan. She squirmed as much as her limitations would allow. "Maybe next time we could switch places."

"I, uh," Lori stammered again. She stepped back, unfolding her arms. "Maybe."

"Well, now that that's over," said Beth, returning her gaze to the room. "What's the countdown at?"

"I, uh," Lori repeated. She shook her head to clear it and looked for her phone.

"I think you might have broke her, Megs," suggested Jean. "Maybe you could have waited 'til after she let us go?"

"Hey, I'm not going to go halfway," Megan replied with a smirk. "She asked for it."

"There's a little time left," said Lori, still working to get her thoughts together. "But, I'll start getting you loose now." She took a breath. "In the order you were glued. So Beth's back first."

"And Jean's butt last," grumbled Beth. "Great. I'm going to be stuck the whole time."

"You can thank your sweetheart for that," grinned Lori, finally getting herself together. She retrieved the remover bottle and crouched next to the coffee table. Working carefully, and with minimal liquid, she began peeling her sister's skin from the wooden surface. "So, since I'm letting you guys out early, maybe we can put off that penalty?"

"Oh. I say no," replied Beth. "But I'll defer to the others if they say different."

"Nope," said Lindsey.

"Not a fuckin' chance," said Sandy.

"Well, you would have cheated me if you weren't caught," said Jean. "And you were *caught."

"I'm just curious to see what we come up with," said Megan.

"There you have it." Beth groaned as she flexed her back, now disconnected from the table. She was still awkwardly restricted as her hands were still stuck, upside down, to Jean's backside, but she had a little more liberty. "Jean's right. Cheating is one thing, but you got caught. That's worth it right there."

"Yeah," Lori sighed. "So what are you thinking?"

"Get us out of this and we'll have a debate," replied Beth.

"I already have a few ideas," grumbled Lindsey.

"Mn," grunted Lori. She moved on to separating Megan from her chair. It didn't take long as the angles were a little easier.

Megan stood as her appendages came free and stretched with a groan. Then she reached out and hooked Lori with an arm as she moved to step away. "We are absolutely going to revisit that later," she whispered before the redhead escaped.

Sandy was next, and impatiently pried her hands away from Lindsey as they came loose. She made an immediate beeline for her discarded clothes, hastily re-donning her panties and t-shirt before calming down. Lori and Megan were still hanging around unclothed and the other three were still trapped. Even half dressed, she was the most modest girl in the room. She left the rest of her clothing for now.

Lindsey carefully peeled her breast from the floor, making sure her nipples were fully free before levering herself upright. "So then," she started in, once she wasn't dependent on Lori for her mobility. "What's her penalty?"

"I just figured we'd tie her up," said Beth. "Or glue her to something."

"Should be a penalty though," countered Lindsey. "There's evidence she might like that." She snuggled up next to Beth, who was still relatively immobile, still being stuck to Jean.

"True, I suppose," smirked Beth. "What's your idea?"

"I don't know..." mused Lindsey. "We could... revoke her clothing privileges. She did lose everything, after all."

"Oh no. She has to be naked in her own house," grinned Beth. "Granted there's lots of people here, but she hasn't looked nervous so far."

"Oh, I got an idea," offered Megan. "Sorry, Red. You're a good kisser, but you did cheat me at cards."

"Maybe not you person--" protested Lori before cutting herself off. "Okay, definitely at least once."

"Knew it," grinned Megan. "You just wanted my clothes off. Can't blame you." She crouched next to Beth, and by association Lindsey, and began whispering to them.

"You *must be a good kisser," commented Jean, as Lori dripped remover on one of her but cheeks. "I'd have thought she'd be saltier about this."

"She always struck me as a kinky little thing," replied Lori. "Which does worry me a little."

"Mn," said Beth. "She's going to have to agree to that. We'll have to think up a few backups in case she declines. And make sure the rain has stopped."

Jean snorted as Lori turned a little pale at the outside implications. "I see what you mean."

"Agree to what?" Lori turned to face the conspirators. In her distraction, she had only dribbled remover on one side of Jean's butt.

"My idea," replied Megan, "is that you go out on the front step in a robe and we close the door behind you. Then you either wait a half hour for us to let you back in, or you drop the robe and streak to the back door."

"Kinky little thing," agreed Jean.

"Just an offer," said Beth, struggling to pull her loosened hand free. "I'm annoyed that you cheated me, but I'm not going to make you go streaking over it. Probably still pretty chilly outside."

"Kinky little thing," reiterated Lori, her cheeks pink. "If I do this, you'll all call it even?"

"Yeah," replied Lindsey, her cheeks also pink.

"Oh, yeah," grinned Megan.

"I wasn't bothered before," said Jean.

With one hand now free, Beth was able to prop herself up a bit. "Sandy?"

"I think you're all nuts," replied Sandy. "But if she wants to run around naked outside..." She shrugged. "Yeah, okay."

"A-all right, then," Lori stammered. In truth, she did not *want to run around naked outside, but the shift in power was... exciting. She knew they weren't forcing her out, but she was incentivized. It was late enough at night, and it was dark... She'd probably get away with it... "But if I'm doing this, since you guys aren't dressed yet, stay that way until I'm back in." She grinned and rolled her eyes, nodding to the only worn clothes in the room. "I'll exempt Sandy since she's so fast." She returned her attention to separating Beth and Jean.

"I'm all right with that," said Beth. "And I can guess Linds is. Someone might need a towel or something to see you out the front door."

"Someone can use *your robe," agreed Lori. "As long as it's off before I get back in."

With the plan made, the girls moved to enact it. Beth went to retrieve the required garments from upstairs, while Megan and Lori finalized some details.

"Lights off when we open the door," said Lori. "Don't want to attract any attention."

"Okay," agreed Megan.

"And once I get around back," asked Lori, "how do I know you guys will let me back in?"

"You'll have to trust us," grinned Megan.

"I will not leave you stuck outside naked," said Lindsey seriously.

"And Beth won't either," sighed Lori. "Okay, I trust two of you. And what's to stop me from just wearing my robe for my trip around the house?"

"Oh, leave that to me," replied Megan. "I saw a movie once."

"Mn," replied Lori.

Beth returned shortly, carrying the two robes. She handed Lori hers and was about to swing her own over her shoulders, when Megan put out her hand.

"I'll do it," Megan said. "I got a plan."

Beth returned the shorter woman's gaze for a second before shrugging and handing the robe over. "I'm going to go make sure the back door is unlocked," she said. "If you need an emergency let-in at the front, do a shave-and-a-haircut knock."

"All right," Lori nodded. "Thanks."

Beth moved off to check the back, while the rest of the girls escorted Lori and Megan to the front. The robes were donned and the lights, in and out, around the front door were switched off before it was pulled open.

"When you make it," said Megan, "I'll have another kiss for you if you want it. I promise to be a little more active this time."

"You were, uh, glued to a chair last time," Lori tried not to stammer back. "You get a pass." She stepped through the door and out onto the slightly chilly porch

"Great then," returned Megan. "It's a date. And now for your robe." Megan grabbed a handful of fabric from the garment and pulled it into the door frame. "Good luck," she grinned, before closing the door on the robe.

Lori froze as the portal shut, before giving her robe a brief tug. As most likely intended, her robe was thoroughly caught in the door. She was stuck on the porch! She almost panicked for half a second before recalling what she was doing. *She wasn't stuck on the porch. Just the only thing she was wearing was. And her challenge was to go to the back door, naked. She didn't have to do it. She could wait here for a half hour and they'd let her back in. And Beth had even given her an out with that 'safety knock'.

Not that she was going to use it. Beth was right. She'd been caught. She'd pushed her luck a little far. If the situation was reversed, Lori had to admit, *she'd be pissed. And the idea excited her. Less so the idea of being naked outside. But the idea that she was being made to do it? *That was kind of hot. Social bondage in a way.

Lori looked around. She stood in front of her dark colored front door in her dark colored robe. The nearest light was a lamppost down by the street. There was no sign she'd been seen yet. That might be a little different once she shed her robe. Both she and Beth had practically luminescent pale skin. Her naked body would be a little more visible than her dark robe. Taking a deep breath, she slipped free of her garment and hopped off the porch.

She hung close to the house, ducking behind the landscaping. The block was dark, but it would be a terrible time for a vehicle to turn the corner and splash its headlights over her reflective body.

Around halfway to the corner of the house, she heard a noise behind her and turned in just enough time to see her robe dragged inside through a crack in the door before it clicked shut again. Well? No going back now.

She froze after rounding the corner. There was a lit window in the neighbor's house facing her own. She thought she could duck under the light it cast. Still, she assumed that a light meant someone was awake in that room. She forced herself to creep carefully, lest a sudden noise or movement attract some attention.

Lori resisted the urge to cover herself; to wrap her arms around her chest. Then, she resisted the slightly weirder urge to fold them behind her back. To bind herself as she had with Megan. "I'm a kinky little thing too," she muttered under her breath as she slipped unnoticed, past the window.

The backyard was dark, and protected from most viewing angles. She had all but made it. There was really only one obstacle left. Whether or not the door would open. Lori didn't *think they'd leave her out here, but the reality of her situation was stark. If the door didn't open, she had no idea what to do. But as she approached the sliding patio door, relief flooded her as it slid open before she even had a chance to knock.

"Were you guys watching me the whole time?" asked Lori as she rushed into the house. "I had no idea. That's actually a little freaky. Now I wonder who else saw me." As she stepped into the warm house, she realized how cold she'd been.

"You good, Lori?" Beth asked.

"Whew, yeah," Lori breathed. "That was a trip, though. I'm a little fucking wired now." She looked around at the group, gathered around her. It was still only Sandy, wearing anything, though Lori noticed a fuzzy blanket draped across Megan's shoulders. And she was appreciative as the petite woman stepped up and wrapped her arms and the blanket around Lori.

"Oh, you're freezing," commented Megan, pressing her warm body against Lori's cold skin.

"Yeah, it's a little damp out there." agreed Lori with a shiver. She slipped her arms around Megan. "Thanks."

"Well, I did promise you another kiss," reminded Megan.

"I... remember," grinned Lori.

"Yeah," teased Jean. "You're not stuck to anything now. Get a room, you two."