Greta's Game Read Online Free PDF Page A

stress, but the
rubber device actually felt fantastic as it slid in and out. Even
better than the one she kept at home, hidden in the bottom drawer
of her nightstand. Jan closed her eyes and tried to pretend she was
alone in her bedroom, tucked under the covers with all the lights
off. She worked the dildo faster and faster. The warm tingling
sensation grew stronger. She heard the sounds of bare flesh
shifting on the couch, then one of the girls snickered. Probably
that bitch Rosa . Jan ignored those sounds and concentrated on
the soft weight of the device in her hand. In and out, in and
out .
    The young girl clenched her teeth. Her groin
was throbbing now, a divine pulse of pleasure, like a second
heartbeat. The tingle spread upward from her stomach to her
nipples. She couldn’t hold back any longer. Jan arched her back and
cried out as she pushed the dildo all the way inside herself. A
flood of ecstasy coursed through her body, soaring from her crotch
to the tips of her fingers and toes. She shuddered, gasping, as the
feelings of warm pleasure slowly ebbed away.
    When she finally opened her eyes, she found
the other women staring at her.
    “What a slut,” Rosa remarked. “That was
supposed to be a punishment, but I think you actually enjoyed it.”
    Jan’s cheeks went bright red again. She
swallowed hard and yanked the dildo out of her pussy with a wet
sucking sound, then covered her face with her hands. Jennifer
rubbed her back and said, “It’s okay. Just ignore her.”
    “That was an excellent performance, dear,”
Greta remarked. “And now we’re down to the final spin of the game.
Rosa, it’s your turn.”
    Rosa spun and got a 1, for Jennifer. “Yes!”
she cheered, pumping a fist in the air. “You’re gonna wish you
weren’t so rough with that dildo, girl.”
    “Well, well,” Greta said as she read the pink
card. “Our final question is certainly a provocative one. Rosa,
would you rather give a stranger a handjob…or have Jennifer give a
stranger a blowjob?”
    Rosa clapped her hands and cackled. “Oh, my
god. That is so awesome. I am definitely picking Jennifer
for this one.” She turned to the yoga instructor and said, “Get
down on your knees, girl, because justice is coming!”
    A cold shiver raced down Jennifer’s spine.
“Greta, you can’t…this is…”
    “This is the last round of the game. Are you
ready for it to be over? Ready for everyone to get dressed and go
back home to their husbands and their comfy beds?”
    Jennifer knew it was useless to fight. She
grabbed her wine glass and gulped until it was empty. She was
already tipsy, but she needed to be as numb as possible to get
through this last challenge.
    “Feel better now, dear?” Greta asked. “Good.
Now excuse me while I make a quick call.” She picked up her phone
and dialed. “Hello, Charles? Yes, this is Greta. I’m marvelous,
thank you. And you? Excellent. Yes, I was hoping you could help me
out. That’s right, I do have a game going tonight. Could you send
one of your men over? Anyone, it doesn’t matter. Okay, wonderful.
Thank you so much, dear.”
    “Who was that?” Jennifer asked.
    “Charles owns the large hardware store down
the street. He and I have become fast friends, and he knows all
about my little game. I call him from time to time when I need a
man for one of the challenges. He normally sends one of his stock
boys, or sometimes a cashier. The store is only two miles away, so
we shouldn’t have to wait long.”
    Only five minutes later the doorbell rang,
and Greta went to answer it. She came back with a pot-bellied
middle-aged man wearing a soiled t-shirt and grungy jeans. Bits of
sawdust clung to his shoes and his baseball cap. His eyes lit up
when he saw the four naked women sitting on the two loveseats.
    “Holy shit,” he drawled. “That’s one of the
best-looking groups you’ve ever had, Ms. Steele.”
    “I agree. Jennifer, come over here, please.
Jennifer, this is Burt. He’s the man