Greta's Game Boxed Set

by K. C. Silkwood

  Greta turned to her with a bright smile. “And you are Wanda. I’ve learned so much about you today, my dear.”

  Wanda frowned and subconsciously scooted a few inches further back, as if Greta were a snake about to strike. The woman was in her mid-forties, tanned and attractive, with bleached blonde hair in a thick braid. She was heavier than Greta and not as fit, but she still had a decent body for a woman her age. Her low-cut purple sweater showed plenty of cleavage, and the plump ass tucked inside her jeans would give a man something to grab onto as he plowed into her.

  “But let’s start with the girls,” Greta continued, turning to Debbie again. “I understand you three are in quite a mess, correct?”

  “Well…yeah, because of that,” Debbie said, gesturing toward the snow pouring down outside. “We were supposed to leave today, because I’m getting married in two days and we have to fly all the way back to New York and finish getting ready. But they said the airport’s totally shut down, and even if it wasn’t, no taxis or buses will come out here to pick us up because the roads are too dangerous.” A tear formed in one of her eyes, and she brushed it roughly away with a knuckle. “So we’re stuck here because of this damn storm, and nobody knows how long it’s gonna last. But if this snow doesn’t stop soon, the whole wedding will be ruined.”

  Katherine patted her friend’s leg. “Hey, come on. Try to stay positive, okay?”

  “Yeah, listen to your maid of honor,” Nina grumbled, arms crossed tightly over her chest.

  “Will you shut up?” Katherine snapped.

  “You shut up!” Nina shot back. “I don’t care if you’re the maid of honor. I’ve known Debbie her whole fucking life!”

  “And maybe if you didn’t look like a freak show refugee, you’d be the one standing beside her in all the wedding photos.”

  “Fuck you!” Nina hissed, then she went back to sulking.

  Katherine rolled her eyes, then she turned to Greta and frowned. “Wait a minute. You said something about helping us with transportation, didn’t you? But like Debbie said, the airport is shut down and no cars or buses are allowed on the road.”

  “The Red Eagle Valley airport might be shut down, but the Denver airport is operating just fine,” Greta said. “It’s only a two-hour drive, and flights to New York leave from there on a regular basis.”

  “But…we still can’t get there,” Debbie said. “That’s an even longer drive, and with the roads this bad—”

  “Taxis and shuttle buses aren’t allowed to pick you up because of the insurance risk,” Greta explained. “And no rental car company would deliver a vehicle in this weather for the same reason. But have you noticed the Humvee limousine parked at the far end of the lot? It’s the perfect vehicle for this weather. Spacious, comfortable, and completely safe. It can handle those icy roads with no problem…and it happens to belong to me.”

  Debbie’s mouth fell open. “Wait…you’re saying you can drive us to the Denver airport so we can make it to the wedding on time?”

  Greta laughed. “Well, not me personally, of course. My very capable chauffer would handle that task. But yes, I’m offering you the use of my vehicle.”

  “That’s great, but…” Debbie began, glancing back and forth from Katherine to Nina. “I don’t know if we can afford to rent it. I mean, we’ll give you all we’ve got, but…do you girls have any cash left? I’ve got credit cards, but I don’t—”

  “Nonsense,” Greta said, laughing again. “I’m not asking you to pay me. But you can reimburse me in another way.”

  All three girls stared at Greta with wide eyes. Wanda chuckled nervously and said, “Okay, this was weird to begin with, but you just pushed it over the edge, hon. I’ll say my goodbyes now.”

  “I recommend you stay put,” Greta ordered as the middle-aged woman rose from the couch. “After all, Wanda, I still haven’t told you how I can assist you as well. Perhaps the name John McMillan will give you a hint.”

  Wanda stopped in her tracks. “How do you know that name?”

  “It’s on the credit card you’re using to pay for your room here. And all your food and drinks as well.”

  Wanda swallowed hard then lowered herself to the couch again. “Wh-what do you want?” she stammered. “I don’t know how you found out, but I can pay you. I’ve got money stashed away.”

  “Money stolen from Mr. McMillan’s bank account, no doubt,” Greta mused, then she turned to the girls again. “You see, my dears, Wanda here is the assistant manager at a prominent nursing home in Dallas. A few weeks ago, a wealthy businessman named John McMillan was admitted by his family. Mr. McMillan is quite old, and his health is failing. Wanda decided to use his credit card information to finance this little vacation of hers. She’s planning to quit her job soon anyway, and she figured she would be long gone before anyone at the nursing home realized what she had done.”

  Now it was Wanda’s mouth that fell open. “That’s…how did you…”

  “I noticed you stealing cash from the bartender’s tip jar last night, and that made me curious to find out more about you. After I bribed the desk clerk, he shared your registration sheet with me. I then hired a private detective to research the matter, and he came back with the information I just gave you.”

  Wanda looked around the room as if she’d just woken up from a disturbing dream. “But…you did all that from here?”

  “Darling, I’m a millionaire with a cell phone. There’s nothing I can’t do, no matter where I happen to be at the time.”

  “So…are you turning me in? Is that why you brought me here?”

  “No, but the resort’s manager will receive an anonymous phone call first thing in the morning which he should find very enlightening. When he discovers that you’ve paid for your room with a stolen credit card, he’ll probably call the police right away. But since they won’t be able to come pick you up because of the roads, he might just kick you out onto the doorstep and slam the door behind you. Either option would be far from pleasant, I imagine.”

  Wanda gave a nervous laugh and shook her head. “Well…damn, sweetheart, I guess I should thank you for the warning, but it’s not like I’ve got a hell of a lot of options here.” The middle-aged woman bit her lip and drew in a deep breath, looking around the room as if trying to find an escape route. “I can’t call a cab, I can’t run away on foot…so what the hell am I supposed to do?”

  Greta settled herself more comfortably on the couch. “What you can do…what all four of you can do…is play a game with me.”

  The women all stared blankly at Greta, then Katherine finally asked, “What in the world are you talking about?”

  “Ladies, I am the CEO and owner of Steele Kisses, one of the largest sex toy and lingerie companies in the world. I also have a ravenous appetite for all things sexual, and that includes a naughty game I’ve created.”

  “Wait a minute,” Debbie said. “We’re stuck in a ski resort for god knows how long…my wedding is about to be ruined…this lady over here is probably going to jail…and you want us to play a game with you?”

  “This is my offer. If the four of you play my game, my chauffer will drive you all to Denver in my Humvee limousine this very evening. You three girls will arrive in New York in plenty of time for the wedding, and Wanda here can get a head start on the police before they begin searching for her tomorrow morning.”

  “That’s it?” Wanda asked. “Shit, that’s the bargain of the century! Count me in!”

  “Me too!” Debbie squealed.

  “Hang on,” Katherine interrupted. “What kind of game is this?”

  “I won’t lie to you, dear, because I don’t have to. My game is sexy and dirty and highly provocative. It’s like a combination of strip poker and truth or dare, but far more erotic.”

  Katherine and Debbie stared at each other, and Wanda grabbed her champagne glass and guzzled half of it down. “Oh, come on,” Nina finally said. “Everybody’s played strip poker before, right? So what if we have
to show our tits or something? It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked before, Deb.”

  “But she said it’s more erotic than strip poker,” Debbie answered. “How do we know what that’s supposed to mean?”

  “I’ll tell you exactly what it means,” Greta explained. “You’re all familiar with the game Would You Rather, yes? Well, my game is similar to that, but with a few drastic exceptions. In the standard version of the game, all you have to do is answer silly questions such as Would you rather shave your head or dye your hair purple? or Would you rather stick your face in a bucket of mud or sit in a bathtub full of worms? Quite childish, if you ask me, and not at all provocative. But in my game, all the questions are of a sexual nature…and you don’t just answer the questions, you actually have to act out the challenges.”

  “That’s all I need to hear,” Katherine said, standing up. “Come on, Debbie. Let’s get out of here.” The girl was halfway to the door before she realized that none of the other women had moved. She turned and studied them. “Are you all crazy? You really want to go through with this?”

  “Katherine, I was on the phone all damn day,” Debbie said in a low voice. “Nobody will come pick us up. There’s no other way to make it to the wedding on time.”

  “But…you can’t really…I mean…”

  Wanda sighed. “I know you girls are hot to get to the wedding, but I’m trying to keep my fat ass out of jail. If I have to strip down to do that, it seems like a fair price to me.”

  “But it’s not just stripping!” Katherine wailed. “This woman could be a complete freak! Who knows what else she’ll ask us to do!”

  Greta gave the girl a wicked grin. “Trust me, darling…the word freak doesn’t even begin to describe me. I have predilections you’ve never encountered in your wildest, sweatiest dreams. But I’m also the only escape route you have at the moment. So you can either play my game and then relax in comfort during your drive to Denver, or you can sit here in your hotel room as the snow piles up outside. The choice is yours.”

  Katherine snorted delicately then turned to go. “You three do whatever you want. I’m leaving.”

  “It doesn’t work that way,” Greta called out. “If all four of you don’t play, the game is off.”

  “Get back here, you selfish bitch!” Nina said, spinning around to look over her shoulder. “Why don’t you think about Debbie for a change! After all, you’re the fucking maid of honor at this wedding we’re talking about!”

  “And maybe that would’ve been you if you didn’t have all those holes in your face and those stupid tattoos all over your body!” Katherine shot back.

  “Who says I even wanted to be the fucking maid of honor?” Nina grumbled, arms crossed over her chest again as she stared at the floor.

  “What if we paid you for a ride in your limousine?” Debbie asked Greta. “We could all pool our credit cards…or I could call my parents and ask them to wire some money to the hotel.”

  Greta chuckled. “My dear, I already have all the money in the world. All I want is your participation. An hour of your time, at the most.”

  Debbie stood up and faced Katherine. “Kathy, please.”

  “No. It’s crazy.”

  “I’m begging you. Just play the stupid game. It’s the only way out of here, and you know that.”

  “You can always reschedule the ceremony. It’s not like the wedding is off or anything.”

  “David’s family is flying in from London, for god’s sake! And my dad will lose his deposit on the venue, the food, the flowers, everything! Even if we can reschedule it, we’ll never be able to afford it!”

  Katherine stared at her friend, who stood with tears in her eyes. The brunette bit her lip and looked away for a minute, then she finally shook her head, sighed, and said, “All right.”

  “Excellent!” Greta said, clapping her hands. “Come sit down, dear, while I refresh everyone’s glasses.” Once the champagne had been poured, Greta brought out a stack of pink index cards and a spinner divided into four sections. “Now then, let me explain how the game is played. I’ll assign you all a number, based on how you’re seated. Katherine is one, Debbie is two, Nina is three, and Wanda is four. When it’s your turn, you spin the arrow to find out who your co-player is. I will then read two challenges from a card, and you can either choose to perform your challenge or pass the other challenge on to your co-player. For example, let’s say it’s Katherine’s turn and she’s spun a two, meaning Debbie is her co-player. I take the top card from the stack and read it, like this; Katherine, would you rather do ten push-ups or make Debbie do fifty push-ups?”

  Wanda said, “So this is a way to make people screw their own friends? How lovely.”

  “Not necessarily,” Greta answered. “Many people choose to perform the easier task themselves rather than subject their friends to a harsher punishment. That’s what makes the game so interesting.”

  “Well, I don’t have any friends in this room,” the woman huffed. “Which means I’m gonna get screwed every time.”

  “I’m sure you could make lots of friends in prison,” Greta remarked. “Although you might find yourself getting screwed every time there as well.”

  Wanda waved a hand in the air. “All right, whatever. Let’s just get this over with.”

  “Fine. But before we start, I need to make a call.” Greta picked up her cell and dialed a number. “Hello, Victor. Would you poke your head inside and say hello? Thank you.”

  Seconds later, the front door opened and a large, muscular man stepped inside. He wore a suit and tie that would be too expensive for many executives to afford, but he was bald and had a tough, craggy face, like a retired boxer or a hardened criminal.

  “Ladies, this is Victor, my chauffer,” Greta said. “He’ll be driving you to Denver once our game is finished. Until then, he’ll be guarding the front door. No one enters or leaves unless Victor allows it. So if you try to depart before the game is over, you will find your way permanently blocked. Understand?”

  All four women nodded, although Katherine and Debbie gave each other nervous glances afterward.

  “Wonderful,” Greta said, picking up the stack of pink cards. “Then let’s begin.”

  * * *

  Night had nearly fallen, the large snowflakes outside looking whiter than ever against the backdrop of the charcoal-colored sky. Because Greta’s suite was close to all the resort’s amenities, the girls could see the outdoor hot tub through the sliding glass doors. It was only twenty feet from Greta’s patio, just a short walk away. The girls could also see through the windows of the resort’s bar, which was past the hot tub and about thirty feet further down. Dozens of guests were already mingling there, sipping scotch or warm drinks to fight the chill.

  “Katherine, you’re first,” Greta announced. “Please spin the wheel.” Katherine did and got a one, which was her own number. Greta told her to spin again, and this time she got a four. Wanda would be her co-player.”

  “Fan-fucking-tastic,” the older woman groaned.

  Greta drew the first card from the stack and read it aloud. “All right, Katherine. Would you rather give a lap dance topless, or make Wanda give a lap dance completely nude?”

  Katherine jerked a thumb at the older woman. “I want her to do it.”

  “Thanks a lot!” Wanda spat.

  “I don’t even know you,” Katherine retorted. “I don’t owe you anything.”

  “And I’m supposed to get totally naked?” Wanda asked Greta. “That’s not how strip poker works. You’re supposed to take off one thing at a time.”

  “This is not strip poker, darling. Strip poker would run away screaming if it saw my game.”

  Wanda stared at the floor for a moment, then she looked at Greta again while she plucked at her sweater. “So I’m supposed to do some kind of strip tease or something?”

  “No, I want you to strip naked and then perform a lap dance, just like a professional in a strip club would do.” />
  “This is bullshit,” Wanda muttered.

  “Would you prefer prison?” Greta asked sweetly.

  Swallowing hard, Wanda pulled off her boots then stood up. The girls watched her as she unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down to the floor, stepping out of them. Then Wanda pulled her sweater over her head, leaving her in a black bra and panties. Despite the few extra pounds, her figure was still curvy and desirable. Wanda tried not to look at the other girls as she unfastened her bra and pulled it off, revealing a full set of tits which sagged slightly and were stark white compared to the deep tan on the rest of the woman’s body. Then Wanda hooked her thumbs in her panties and pushed them to the floor, displaying an ass that was just as white as her tits. Unlike the bleached hair on her head, the hair between Wanda’s legs was dark brown and looked like it hadn’t been shaved in weeks.

  “Welcome to the jungle,” Nina murmured, grinning.

  Once she was nude, Wanda wrapped one arm over her tits and thrust the other hand between her legs. “So who the hell am I supposed to dance for?” she asked, staring at Greta. “You?”

  Greta ran one red fingernail along her chin, thinking. “No…I think you should dance for Katherine.”

  “What?” the girl gasped.

  “Sit in that chair over there, my dear.” She pointed to a lone chair facing the L-shaped sofa. “Yes, that’s it. Perfect. Now Wanda has room to do it properly. Here, I’ll play some music.” Greta fiddled with her phone for a moment, and soon a bass-heavy dance tune wafted from the phone’s tiny speaker. “Go on, Wanda. We’re all waiting.”

  The middle-aged woman stood in front of Katherine’s chair, arms still covering her body. But because the chair faced the sofa, meaning Wanda stood with her back to the group, the other girls could plainly see the woman’s curvy white ass. Katherine sat still as a statue, her eyes in her own lap.

  “That’s not dancing, Wanda, that’s standing,” Greta prodded. With a sigh, Wanda lowered her arms to her sides and started swaying her hips. “Oh please, that’s pathetic,” Greta remarked. “You wouldn’t earn a single dollar if you danced like that in a club. Come on, shake those big tits and move that ass. That’s better. But put some feeling into it. You’re about as sexy as a week-old copy of the Wall Street Journal.”