“You know the rules to this game?”

You nod. Of course you do. You’ve heard of it plenty even if you’ve never played it before. In the distance, the music is crooning, some pop mix that you have knew little of and care about even less.

Your skin is tingling as they gather up the ropes. You always had a thing for bondage but you have never gotten a chance to actually do anything until now. Tim grins, gesturing for you to turn around, to put your hands behind your back. You do, barely managing to hide your grin.

This is going to be so amazing! To think that you thought the party would be dull! Admittedly, it was a work thing. But you have all worked together for years now. You’ve just never really hung out on top of that. Part of you is aware that usually you’d be a bit more cautious about letting a room full of men tie you up, but, well, maybe it’s the drink talking? You’re a little tipsy. Maybe it’s also the excitement, or the way Tim laughs, the calmness and confidence in his eyes.

Once your hands are bound behind your back - the rope is rough and firm and strong - Tim steps forward, running a hand through your blonde hair. Lowering the silk blindfold across your eyes.

Your heart races. You can see nothing.

“All right, Jessica,” Tim says. “You know how this works now?”

“I do,” your throat feels dry. “Everyone is going to come up and have a chance to touch me. If I guess who it is, they’re out.”

There comes a muttered chuckling from the group.

“Something like that,” Tim says. “You ready for the first person?”

“I am.”

You grin, hearing someone approach. They’re light on their feet, so not Alex for sure. but there are a lot of people at the party. You’ll need to know more. The darkness pressed in on you, and you jump as you feel a soft hand moving along your thigh. Pressing against your skirt. Your face colours. The touch is more intimate than you had expected!

“Um, is it Paul?”

“Nope,” Tim’s voice comes again. “Not Paul.”

The touch becomes more insistent, pressing against the bare skin of your leg. it starts to move upwards, and for the first time you feel the faint bubbles of panic.

“H-hey, this isn’t what I agreed to. I know I said you could touch me but not like this! G-guys come on!”

“You said you knew the rules,” Tim’s voice comes back. "So naturally I assumed you knew our version. I guess not? Don’t worry, Jessica. I’ll explain it for you. Every time you get the person wrong, they’re allowed to touch you in a more inmate way. Get it wrong too many times and they start removing clothes.“

“What?” Your mind blanks and for a few seconds, you can’t think of anything to say at all. “No way! Why would you think I’d ever let you do anything like that? Untie me right now! I don’t wanna play your sick game!”

“Too bad,” Tim’s voice is cold now. The warmth leeched away in an instant. “Because you don’t get a choice.”

“Tim, please! We’re friends, aren’t we? I thought we got along! Why are you doing this?”

“I’d consider us friends, Jessica yeah. The issue is ever since you came to work at the office, you’ve just been so tempting. half of the guys wanted a chance at you and you didn’t give any of us the time of day. So we came up with a little scheme of our own.”

Humiliation is staining your face. you feel mortified, tugging desperately at the ropes which bind your wrists. You can’t believe this is happening! Whoever is touching you is stroking your bare skin. The contact is soft, delicate. Little flowers of heat are springing up in their wake.

“If you don’t answer in a minute, it counts as an incorrect reply,” Tim said. “Clock is ticking.”

“David!” You shout, more in desperation than anything else.“It has to be David!”

Your response is a slap to the ass which makes your body shake. however it is, they move their hands to your stomach, running them gradually upwards. Your nipples are prickling, and you know exactly where they’re going.

“It’s Dan! Please, please let it be Dan!”

But it’s not Dan either. The man touches you, feeling you through your office button up top. The touch is electric, you flinch at it, but your pussy clenches. Heat rises through you, humiliation filling your face.

How can this be happening? You stifle moans and sobs, your body trembles, the hands on your chest feel so good.

Suddenly, one of the buttons on your blouse is undone. Your face pales, and you shake your head.

“N-no! Tim please! please don’t do this! Tim, don’t strip me, I am begging you!”

“If you guess who it is, they’ll stop.”

“Alex!”

“Tough luck.”

The last of your buttons is undone and your top hangs open. Your black bra is the only protection for your dignity now, and before you can even beg for them to stop, it’s pushed down, allowing your breasts to spring free. Your nipples are hard. As soon as they are touched, you loose a low moan. Your body quivers. heat crashes against your self control.

Oh fuck, oh fuck it feels so good.

There are tears in your eyes. You can’t believe this is happening. You want to scream but you know no one will come.

The man is touching your breasts, groping them. Running his fingers across them. Your nipples are stiff, aching to be teased. Each motion upon them makes you grunt and gasp.

And then you feel another hand making its way lower, towards your skirt.

“Oh god, oh god is it Damian?”

“Nope!”

The fingers plunge below the line of your skirt. Your panties are soaked. your legs are shaking. The man starts to trace the outline of your pussy, feeling the wetness leaking from your lower lips.

“It has to be James!”

“So off target. One might almost think that you wanted this.”

Your panties are being pulled down now. They’re being pulled down by the man, your skirt is being taken off as well. You’re standing naked from the waist down. Oh god, they can all see you! They can all see how wet you are! Your face is burning, you wish the ground would swallow you up!

But it doesn’t, and your whole world spins to a stop as the mysterious man’s fingers pressing against your entrance. you choke. is it really going to go this far? Are you going to be finger-fucked in front of the whole room?

“Tim, please!”

“Last chance. If you guess the name right, he’ll back off. Otherwise, I am afraid you’re going to give us quite the show. Come now, it can’t be too hard. You’ve already named most of us.”

Shit, he’s right. You realise now you’ve blurted out nearly every name. There’s only what, two, three that you haven’t? Davis, Jason and Arnold. One of those three has to be the one who is teasing you.

But which one? The fingers moving back and forth across your slit are stealing your ability to think. You can’t focus, the promise of more to come is filling your mind. You try to fight it down, to think, but it’s so hard.

Arnold, Davis or Jason?

“Jason!” You cry out, your legs shaking and your heart pounding. “It has to be Jason!”

The man stops and pulls away. For a moment, you almost dare to believe that you did it. That you got it right and that it’s really over.

But your whole body shakes as you feel something hard and cold pressed against your pussy. The familiar texture of plastic. You barely have time to beg before the vibrator springs to life. You spasm, moaning and crying out. Waves of pleasure race along your nerves. Your back arches, but whoever it is holds it against you no matter how you shake and writhe. You gasp and twist and moan. You want to scream at them not to look, not to see your shame. You try to resist. To hold back, but the vibrations are so good. They spread through your body, warming your pussy and enfolding your clit. A red hot little ball of orgasmic delight is pulsing through you, accompanied by an equal amount of shame and humiliation.

You’re going to cum! You’re going to cum in front of everyone and you can’t do anything to stop it!

You do. The climax explodes through your body, knocking the wind out of your lungs. You convulse and shake, moaning and crying desperately as your pussy heaves and your clit boils. There are tears in your eyes. Tears of shame and degradation as you sink to your knees, the toy finally removed. You are gasping, moaning, pleasure and shame crackle through your nerves.

And then Tim speaks again.

“Ready for the next guy?”