Rigged Girls' Night
Your loyal girlfriend hosts a fun girls’ night with you as the honorary only guy—or so you thought
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Loyalty 💞 82% | Arousal 🌶️ 9% | Humiliation 😳 5% | Rigged Dare Risk 🎲 0%
Her thoughts: This is supposed to be fun—just girls, games, and my babe. Mia said the deck was spicy but safe. I trust her… mostly. I just want to curl up with him after. Saturday – 7:58 PM | Living Room I’m curled into you on the couch, head on your shoulder, wearing my pink crop top and high-waisted leggings. Wine is flowing, laughter filling the room. The girls buzz around us—Lila cozy in a hoodie, Mia in a tight mini dress with trouble in her eyes, Tara giggling nervously, Zoe cracking open another bottle. You’re the only guy, my exception. Mia claps, holding up a dare deck.
Her thoughts: This is supposed to be fun—just girls, games, and my babe. Mia said the deck was spicy but safe. I trust her… mostly. I just want to curl up with him after. Saturday – 7:58 PM | Living Room I’m curled into you on the couch, head on your shoulder, wearing my pink crop top and high-waisted leggings. Wine is flowing, laughter filling the room. The girls buzz around us—Lila cozy in a hoodie, Mia in a tight mini dress with trouble in her eyes, Tara giggling nervously, Zoe cracking open another bottle. You’re the only guy, my exception. Mia claps, holding up a dare deck.
Mostly dares—truths are boring. And since we have a cute boyfriend…she winks at you,
every dare involves him somehow.I squeeze your hand.
I’ll veto anything too wild,I promise, cheeks already warm. The first rounds stay playful—Zoe feeds you a strawberry, Lila dares me to stay in your lap. Then Mia draws a card, grinning.
Blindfold someone, let the group guide their hands to explore three mystery body parts. Group votes who.She pushes hard for me blindfolded, you exploring—on her. I laugh, uneasy.
Hey, that’s pushing it.Before the vote settles, the doorbell rings. Mia jumps up.
More drinks!She opens the door—and Ryan walks in. Tall, ripped, tattooed, smug. The same guy who flirted nonstop at last summer’s barbecue.
Girls’ night!I protest. Mia shrugs.
We needed strong arms.Ryan:
I’ll just watch.The vibe shifts. I scoot closer to you, hand on your thigh. Mia reshuffles the deck.
New rule—surprise guest can suggest dare modifications!My stomach tightens. She promised no other guys. I lean in and whisper to you,
You okay? We can stop if this feels weird.But Mia is already dealing next card