Wanda’s face was a grim mask, but she obeyed Greta’s commands and moved her whole body, shaking her hips and twisting from side to side so that her big tits jiggled. Because those tits were only a few inches from Katherine’s face, the girl couldn’t help sneaking a peek at them every few seconds. Compared to her own flat chest, Wanda’s tits were enormous. And even though they were big and saggy, plenty of men would be happy to get their hands on them.
“Now turn around,” Greta ordered. “Show her your ass. Yes, that’s it.”
Now Wanda’s ass was only inches from Katherine’s face, and the rest of the girls could see those big tits jiggling as the middle-aged woman danced. Wanda stared at the ceiling the whole time, her lips clamped tightly together.
“Rub your ass in her lap,” Greta said. “Come on, give her a good show.”
Wanda did as she was told, squatting down and awkwardly rubbing her ass against the tops of Katherine’s thighs. The younger girl grimaced and turned her head until Wanda finally straightened up again. “Oh, gross!” Katherine cried, touching her pants with a fingertip. “She…she dripped on me!”
“Oh, my!” Greta squealed. “Are you excited, Wanda? A bit wet between the thighs, are we?”
“I can’t help it,” the other woman muttered, still swaying. “It’s a reflex, that’s all.”
Katherine rubbed a palm against her pants and continued to scowl until the song ended.
“Is that it?” Wanda asked Greta, dropping her hands to her sides. Her cheeks were bright red with embarrassment.
“Yes, darling. And bravo on your performance, by the way.”
“Whatever,” Wanda mumbled, squatting down to scoop her clothes off the floor, but Greta said, “No, Wanda, that’s not how we do things. Once your clothes come off, they stay off until the game is over.”
“Seriously? I have to sit here butt-naked until this fucking thing is done? But we just started!”
“Trust me, darling, you won’t be alone for long. Now please sit down so Debbie can spin.”
The blonde spun a three, so her co-player was Nina.
“Now then, Debbie,” Greta began, reading from the next pink card, “Would you rather spread your legs and show us your pussy, or make Nina bend over, spread her cheeks, and show us her asshole?”
“Gross!” Katherine exclaimed.
“You are sick,” Nina muttered, arms still crossed over her chest.
“Please control your outbursts so Debbie can answer,” Greta told them. The blonde was biting her manicured nails, her face stitched with worry. She glanced at Nina, looked down in her own lap, then glanced at Nina again. “I’ll do it,” she finally murmured.
Nina’s eyes opened wide. “Deb…”
“It’s okay. I don’t…I mean, it’s not a big deal.”
“I can tell from the look on your face that it is a big deal.”
Debbie tried to laugh, but the sound came out ugly. “Hey, it’s my wedding we’re trying to get to, right? Don’t worry about it.”
“Please remove your pants and panties, dear,” Greta said. Debbie stood and did as she was told, although the process took far longer than it had when Wanda undressed. Debbie’s hands trembled like mad when she pushed her jeans to her ankles and stepped out of them, then she gripped her white panties so tight she nearly ripped the fabric as she lowered them as well. Afterward she stood there naked from the waist down, her red sweater too short to cover either her ass or the neatly-trimmed blonde bush between her legs. “Use the same chair Katherine was in,” Greta said. “That way we can all enjoy the show.” Debbie walked over and sat down, her knees pressed together, but Greta waved a finger in the air. “Spread those legs, dear. Let’s get those lovely pink parts out in the open where they belong.”
With tears in her eyes, Debbie slowly spread her knees apart. Now her pussy was pointed straight at Greta and the other girls, who had a clear view of the pink lips surrounded by curly blonde hair. Greta ordered the girl to spread them wider, and soon Debbie’s legs were stretched so far apart that a gap opened in her pussy. The blonde bit her lip and trembled as Greta stared admiringly, and the other girls couldn’t help looking either. Nina and Katherine had seen glimpses of Debbie’s naked body when they were all changing clothes, but neither of them had ever seen another girl’s vagina this exposed before. It was both awful and fascinating, like trying not to laugh when a friend spilled a full plate of food all over their clothes. And now that Wanda wasn’t the only one with skin exposed, she was happy to stare at another girl’s private parts as well.
“Ooh, are you wet, sweetheart?” the middle-aged woman asked. “Guess I’m not the only one who got a little excited.”
“I am not wet,” Debbie insisted, then she turned to Greta. “How long do I have to stay like this?”
Greta was humming under her breath as she admired the view of the poor girl’s pussy. When nearly a full minute had passed, she said, “All right, dear, that’s enough.” Debbie shot out of the chair and stomped back to the couch, pausing to reach for her jeans, but then she remembered the rules of the game and plopped her bare ass down on the sofa, cheeks burning.
Now it was Nina’s turn, and the girl whooped with delight when she spun a one, meaning Katherine would be her co-player. “Here is your question, Nina,” said Greta. “Would you rather stand outside in your underwear for a full minute, or have Katherine stand outside nude for a full minute?”
“That’s ridiculous!” Katherine snapped as she started to rise.
“Don’t even think about leaving,” Greta warned. “Victor won’t let you get one inch past that door.” The girl sat back down, scowling. “Besides,” Greta continued, “we haven’t heard Nina’s answer yet.”
“Oh, it’s you all right,” Nina said with a smirk, leaning forward so she could see Katherine, who was slumped down on the other side of Debbie like she was trying to melt into the sofa cushions.
“I can’t believe we agreed to this,” Katherine hissed, staring at nothing.
Debbie put a hand on her friend’s arm. “Look, I know this sucks, but…I mean, we’re all gonna sit here naked for a while and feel pretty stupid about it, but once we get out of here, nobody will ever talk about it again. Okay? Katherine, did you hear me?”
“That’s easy for you to say. You just had to take off your pants in front of four other women. I’m about to go outside where everybody at the damn resort can see me!”
Debbie turned to Greta. “Does she…where does she have to stand?”
“Next to the hot tub seems like the perfect spot. Now let’s get moving, shall we, Katherine?”
The brunette kicked off her boots then fumbled with her blouse, her movements so quick and angry that she nearly tore one of the buttons off. She shrugged out of the blouse then yanked off her pale blue bra, revealing small cone-shaped tits. Next came her black slacks, followed by her panties. When she was done she stood with her arms at her sides, hands clenched into fists, a look of pure anger on her face. Greta ran her eyes from the girl’s small, firm tits to her flat stomach, then down to the narrow strip of brown hair between her legs, which were slim and toned. But Katherine’s ass was so thin and flat it was nearly nonexistent, a fact Nina couldn’t ignore.
“Not much cushion for the pushin’ back there, Kathy,” she said with a chuckle.
“Shut up, bitch,” Katherine retorted.
“Ooh, nasty. But let’s see how tough you talk after all that white skin turns blue.”
Greta rose and opened the sliding glass door, letting in a gust of frigid air. “Come now, Katherine. The others don’t need to freeze as well.” Katherine walked slowly to the open door, arms wrapped around her chest. Twenty feet away, across the frozen patio, the hot tub sat gurgling. It was empty, and steam poured out of it into the cold air. Snow still fell in wet, heavy flakes. At least the bad weather is keeping everybody inside, Katherine thought.
“Out you go,” Greta said, slapping Katherine playfully on her bare ass. The b
runette stumbled outside, goose bumps springing up instantly on her naked flesh. She walked on stiff legs toward the hot tub then stopped, snowflakes stinging her skin as she looked frantically around. There were plenty of people inside the hotel bar thirty feet away, although none of them were looking out the windows at the moment. But a dozen other ground floor units overlooked this same area, so if other guests happened to be looking out their own sliding glass doors, they would see the nude girl standing there immediately. Katherine shivered and rubbed her palms over her skin, trying desperately to stay warm. Her nipples were hard as rocks and the soles of her bare feet prickled with pain from standing on the icy concrete.
Come on, come on, she thought. Hasn’t it been a minute already? She turned and looked at Greta’s unit, where the woman stood guarding the sliding door. Greta shook her head slowly and smiled. Time wasn’t up yet. Katherine locked her knees together and hugged herself even tighter. Every time a wet snowflake hit her bare skin, she jumped. A thin layer of snow had coated her long hair as well, making it cold and damp. She rubbed her arms furiously, teeth chattering, then she jumped as she heard a door sliding open.
“Time’s up, dear,” Greta called.
Katherine dashed back inside, careful not to slip on the icy concrete. The other girls stared at her as she rushed into the room with damp hair hanging in her face, her pale skin crawling with goose bumps.
“P-p-please let me get dressed again,” she begged. “I’m freezing.”
Greta shook her head. “You know the rules. Once the clothes come off, they stay off. But feel free to warm yourself by the fire.”
Katherine did, standing so close to the big stone fireplace that her pale skin glowed orange. She rubbed her body and turned in slow circles until her skin was dry again and the warmth had returned to her hands and feet. Her damp hair was still a mess, though, hanging limply on her bare shoulders. Greta and the other girls waited patiently for Katherine to sit down again, then Greta motioned for Wanda to spin the wheel. Nina rolled her eyes when the arrow landed on three, making her the co-player.
Greta read the next pink card and grinned. “This next challenge is a very useful one. We need some ice, so I would like someone to fetch a bucketful from the machine at the end of the hallway. Wanda, would you like to walk to the ice machine naked, or would you rather have Nina crawl to the ice machine naked?”
Wanda glanced at Nina. “Guess it’s your turn to show off the goods, sweetheart.”
“Fucking great,” Nina muttered.
“Please undress now, dear,” Greta said.
“It’s all the way at the end of the hall!” Nina complained. “What if someone sees me?”
Greta chuckled. “Then I imagine they’ll get quite a thrill.”
“And what if…I mean, what if somebody calls the manager and says, hey, there’s a naked chick crawling around the hallway!”
“Darling, the hotel manager has been accepting large tips from me since the day I arrived. He knows who I am and what I do, and he’s quite content to allow me certain…privileges.”
Nina looked around to find the other women staring at her.
“Stop whining,” Katherine said. “You got to keep your clothes on longer than the rest of us.”
Huffing, Nina took off her boots then unfastened her jeans, pulling them off while she was still sitting down. Leafy green vines were tattooed around one ankle, and a colorful snake wrapped its way around the other one. Then the girl pulled off her sweatshirt, leaving her clad only in a black bra and panties. One shoulder was tattooed with multi-colored flowers and skulls, the design going all the way down to her elbow. Her skin was as white as milk, making the colorful tattoos seem even more vibrant.
Nina reached for her bra clasp then paused. Debbie and Katherine were surprised to see tears in the other girl’s eyes. “This really sucks,” Nina murmured.
Debbie put a hand on her friend’s bare arm. “I’m sorry.”
Nina shrugged the hand away then tugged off her bra, revealing a set of big tits topped with large pink nipples, one of which was pierced with a silver bar. Then she lifted her ass a few inches and slid her panties down her legs. Nina crossed one arm over her tits then clapped the other hand over her pussy, which was shaved totally bare.
“Let’s get moving, dear,” Greta prompted, holding out an empty ice bucket. Sighing, Nina stood up and took it from her. “And how the hell am I supposed to carry this while I’m crawling?”
“Very carefully, I would imagine.”
Shoulders slumped, Nina walked slowly to the front door. At the small of her back, above her pale, curvy ass, was a tattoo of pink barbed wire wrapped into the shape of a butterfly. Greta tapped a few keys on her cell phone and moments later Victor opened the door, smiling broadly when he saw Nina standing there naked. The girl swallowed hard, covering herself awkwardly as she peeked outside. At the moment, the hallway was empty.
“On your hands and knees, dear,” Greta said. “The ice machine is down at the end, on the left. I need at least half a bucket, so try not to spill too much on the way back.”
Nina sank down on all fours, the ice bucket still gripped in one hand. Her big tits hung toward the ground and her bare ass was aimed straight at the other women, who had all turned around to watch the show. Debbie bit her lip nervously, but Greta, Wanda, and Katherine all looked amused.
“Now off you go!” Greta commanded, and Nina began a fast crawl down the carpeted hallway, the plastic ice bucket clunking whenever it stuck the ground. At Greta’s order, Victor left the door to the suite open so the other ladies could watch Nina’s clumsy progress. After she had gone a few yards, Nina clutched the ice bucket to her chest and crawled with only one arm instead, her tits and ass jiggling like crazy as she made her way awkwardly down the hallway. She whipped her head right and left the whole time, watching for any sudden movement, but there was no one in sight. She made it all the way down the hallway without being seen, then slid the ice maker door open and thrust the empty bucket inside, scooping up a full bucket of cubes all at once. Then she began the long crawl back, with the ice bucket clutched to her chest once again. But the full load made the trip even more awkward, and stray ice cubes fell out of the bucket as Nina hobbled along on one arm, her big tits jiggling the whole time.
When she was halfway down the hall, one of the guest room doors opened and a man in his thirties walked out. Nina had just passed his door, and the man’s mouth dropped as he looked down and saw her pale, shapely ass right in front of him. The girl looked over her shoulder, gasped, then started crawling even faster. Her tits and ass jiggled harder than ever as she hurried back toward Greta’s room while the man stared at her, shaking his head and grinning.
“Looks like someone’s had too much to drink,” the man called out to Victor, who still stood at the door. The chauffer nodded and smiled, stepping aside as Nina brushed past him. Once she had crossed the threshold, the girl stood up and stomped over to Greta, her tits shaking as she thrust the ice bucket toward the older woman. Greta accepted it and peered inside. “Still half full. Nice work, dear.”
“That was awful,” Nina huffed, plopping down on the couch again. Both of her knees were a livid pink, and her chest was damp from where the ice had splattered her.
“Oh, darling,” Greta replied with a chuckle. “That was only the first round. Just imagine how upset you’ll be a few minutes from now.”
* * *
The new stack of pink cards had a red line along the edge, and Greta explained that the challenges in round two would be even more intense. “I call this the wake-up round, and you’re about to see why. Plus, this frozen landscape has inspired me to create new challenges that I’ve never tried before. I hope you’re as excited as I am!”
“Not hardly,” Wanda murmured, and the rest of the girls nodded along.
Katherine spun first again, and this time her co-player was Debbie. Greta smiled as she read the card silently. “Perfect! Nina, we’ll be using the ice y
ou fetched right away, before it melts! Now then, Katherine; would you rather hold ice on one of your nipples for thirty seconds, or have Debbie hold ice on both nipples for thirty seconds?”
Debbie cringed, but Katherine’s face was blank. “I already stood outside in the cold. It’s your turn, Deb.”
The blonde started to object, but knew she didn’t have a leg to stand on. She pulled her red sweater over her head then removed her white bra, revealing a firm pair of apple-sized tits. Now all four women were totally naked, a fact that brought unbridled joy to Greta’s face as she offered Debbie the ice bucket. “Take four or five cubes in each hand,” she instructed. “That way you’ll have maximum coverage.” The woman glanced at her wristwatch then said, “All right, dear…begin!”
Debbie cupped both hands over her tits, dropping one or two cubes in the process, but she still had so much ice in her hands that her nipples were instantly frozen. The girl’s eyes opened wide and she gritted her teeth. Cold water leaked out between her fingers, dribbling down her stomach. A few seconds later, her knees began to tremble and a high-pitched moan slipped from her lips. Then Debbie started bouncing up and down on the sofa like she had to pee, mouth open, her wide eyes staring at nothing, until Greta finally announced, “Time’s up!”
The blonde flung the ice across the room and rubbed her stinging tits, the pink nipples as hard and cold as the ice cubes themselves. Then she dropped her chin to her chest and started puffing, trying to blow warm air onto the tender flesh. “Oh my god, oh my god…” she mumbled, finally wrapping her arms around her chest and leaning forward as if taking the crash position on an airplane.
“Aw, come on, “Wanda chided. “You’re being a little melodramatic, don’t you think?”
Debbie shot the other woman a wounded look but she did straighten up, rubbing her cold tits one last time before she dropped her hands to her naked lap again.
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