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**The Games She Plays (Part 5) [FF][MFF][voy][exh][reluc][mast][ENF][blkmail]**

**Part 5**

For a week, she checked the Asocial Network, seven days, and in some respects, she was ‘proud’ that she managed to do six of the seven tasks they asked of her. Friday’s was for her to wear nothing but shower shoes every time she went to the bathroom in her dorm, but there were way too many people in the dorms on Fridays—at all hours—for her to be brave enough to do that. She only heard from Morel on Saturday, after a day of wearing a sundress with no panties. He sent her some pictures one of the other ‘players’ had taken of her. Regina was surprised to see that she exposed herself a handful of times over the day, not keeping her legs together, at one point, sitting on the quad lawn with one of her knees drawn up and showing off, well, everything. The more she thought of it, it wasn’t surprising that she’d forgotten, at points, that she wasn’t wearing any panties, it was more that her photo-stalker had managed to get all those pictures, over the course of a day, without her ever noticing.

Her chat pinged, of course, when she was changing for bed. It was Saturday night. She went to a small room party, and was a little tipsy, but she normally didn’t linger naked on a night when she was expecting her roommate to stumble in.

Morel: Evening, Red.

Regina: My roommate might be back at any minute. I can’t talk long, especially not naked.

M: Did you enjoy not wearing any panties today?”

R: I’ve done it before…before all of this. I’m not a complete prude.

M: Ha. Oh, we know that…we know.

R: I just want to say, I didn’t like the naked dare the other day. I can’t do that on a Friday. Come on! Do you know how many people are in the dorms on a party night?

M: Hang on.

Regina waited for a few minutes. She didn’t know if Morel was fucking with her because she’d suggested her hurry, or he was really doing something.

M: Sorry about the wait. I had to look up your tasks in the system. I fixed the task generator to avoid really public nudity on weekends. The others will probably be pissed at me, because plenty of people did what you wouldn’t, but I want you to actually do the tasks…all of them. It’s so much more fun, even if it means you’ll be free and clear before the end of the semester.

R: Thanks, I guess.

M: No problem, though I’ll have to come up with something special for you to make up the skipped task.

The chat closed after that. She tried talking to her laptop to get a response, to get details of what he was planning, but there was nothing. She quickly slipped on her pajamas and went to bed. She didn’t see her roommate again until Sunday morning, but she was constantly expecting her to burst into the room, and Regina was a little disappointed to not have been able to use her toy without fear of interruption.

—-

On Monday, she was asked to masturbate in the showers, and not be shy about coming. She went early, as usual, and completed the task, but not before being interrupted by the loud moans of another girl two stalls down. She followed soon after, and they both glanced at each other once out of the showers, each acknowledging, but not willing to openly admit what was really going on.

Tuesday afternoon, just after her roommate left for a class, her laptop lit up.

Morel: Good afternoon. Let’s get those clothes off.

Regina fought the urge to say something back, snarky or otherwise. Questioning too much only led to trouble. She slipped out of her shorts and panties, then peeled off her t-shirt, followed by her bra. She sat down at the laptop.

Regina: Okay.

M: Thanks for the confirmation, though you know I can see you. I like your tits, really. Would it embarrass you to know I’ve come to pictures of you?

R: I don’t have a lot of control over what happens with my pictures.

M: You’re avoiding the question, but I’ll let it slide. Go to your bottom drawer and get the bag of clothes in there. Put them on. Then come back.

Regina had basically given up on freaking out over someone entering her room, leaving her ‘gifts’ or otherwise. In the bottom drawer there was a bag from a women’s athletic apparel shop. She pulled out a pair of yoga pants and a top. She pulled on the lemon-yellow top and barely managed to get it on. It was probably a size too small, and it was clingy to start with. She had a lot of cleavage showing, and the shape of her nipples were prominent even though they weren’t really hard. She pulled on the black yoga pants, but changed her assessment after they were fully on. They were tights more than anything else. Seeing herself in the mirror, you could see her nipples, the yellow color highlighting the change in color from her breasts to her areolas. The tights were semi-sheer, but in the shadows of her room, you couldn’t really see anything, her bush or otherwise, still, she saw that they did little to hide the shape of her pussy, and anyone really paying attention would probably figure out she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She sat down at the laptop again.

M: Good, it all fits.

R: Snugly.

M: We’re not asking you to do actual yoga. I’d like you to go to the library. Sit there for an hour, then, strip complete naked, find a book, get dressed again, and check out the book. That’s it.

R: That’s it. Streaking in the library, and you say, ‘That’s it’…

M: Regina…it’s the library…it’s not streaking. We’d rather not you interrupt anyone studying. Education is important.

R: Ha…ha…

M: Double points, to make up for that bad task on Friday. You’re still getting naked, but it will be much more secluded. Better get going. The library closes in three hours.

The chat closed, and a moment later, Regina received an anonymous text with the name of a book. With a sigh, she put on her shoes, grabbed her bag, and went outside. It wasn’t a sunny day, and in her thin clothing, she felt chilled. She tried to ignore how hard her nipples were, especially since a few people she passed didn’t bother to pretend they weren’t. Guys would just stare.

—-

She was glad to reach the library, and she took a seat out of the way, but near the card catalog computers. She read a book on her phone for nearly an hour when a voice interrupted her.

“What the hell are you wearing?” Indira said, sitting down next to Regina.

“Keep your voice down.” Regina whispered. “It *is* the library, you know.”

“That’s kind of my point. Normally people wear a little more than that,” she eyed Regina more closely, “and something under them. Stand up.”

“What, why?” Regina asked, but Indira just waited. Regina pushed back her chair and stood while Indira looked her up and down.

“Wow. Just…wow.” Indira said.

“Follow me.” Regina said, and Indira went after her as she led them to one of the private study rooms across the room. “Leave your stuff on the table” Regina whispered, “—outside.” Regina pointed, and they went inside the room, closing the door behind them.

“I’m not comfortable leaving my phone and stuff out there.” Indira said. “What’s with all the cloak and dagger?” Regina sat down, and Indira narrowed her eyes. “No, wait, I get it now…they got to you…the Asocial Network guys. You’re playing their game. You know I could see your bush, you’re pussy, when you stood, right? I mean, those tights are closer to pantyhose than pants. They must be pretty sheer in the sunlight.”

“Well, it’s a good thing it’s a cloudy day.” Regina muttered.

“Thin, clingy top, too.” She reached out and grabbed one of Regina’s boobs. “No bra, and yellow tends to make things a little more visible, huh? You’re living out someone’s fantasy.”

“You fixed my computer, and they reached out to me, basically asked me to play along or—.”

“I know the deal. I know you’re not supposed to talk about it. They tried it with me. They gave up after I nearly traced back to one of their members. They’re good, but not great. I think they’re just students—like us.”

“And they didn’t release any pictures?”

“No. Though they didn’t take any of my stuff down either. I know my pictures and videos are up there on their site. I know what people can see.” She looked at Regina, who didn’t quite meet her gaze. “But you’re playing their game, right? I know there’s dozens of you. I’ve heard some stories…a lot of half-naked girls, streaking, a little sex stuff here or there. I actually heard about you, recently…”

“Oh god, what?”

“You masturbated in front of your roommate and her boyfriend? They asked you to do that?”

“Shit.” Regina muttered. “They’re not supposed to talk.”

“Julie *knows* I know *you*. She was pissed. I don’t think she’s telling other people. She asked me to get you back in line, whatever that means.”

“I did that because…because I was angry. It did it to chase them out of the room. It wasn’t the hackers. That’s no excuse. I know I’m an idiot, but I’ve just been doing little things for the hackers, and honestly, I guess it’s made me less shy about—.”

“About dressing up like a hooker? Or just fingering yourself in front of your roommate? What’s the point of all this? What are you supposed to do right now?”

“Live my normal day, but dressed like this—and here, at the library, I’m supposed to take off my clothes, look up a book, and take it off the shelf.”

“A naked scavenger hunt?”

“It’s like they know me, okay? This is embarrassing…look, I, well, I *like* it, I think…kind of…getting naked like this, the chance of someone seeing me. God…” She blushed.

“You’re an exhibitionist. Hardly an unusual turn-on, and you wouldn’t be the first one getting naked in this library, but you know you’re just giving them more power over you. They’re going to find a way to bend you completely to their wishes…whatever they are.”

“They bought me these clothes—a really expensive vibrator.” She blushed again.

“So, you’ve met them!”

“No, Indira…no. Somehow, they, or someone else, is getting into our rooms, leaving packages, whatever. It’s not that hard to do. This college isn’t exactly a high security facility.”

“True, but it makes me think they’ve gotten the residence assistants or the janitors or something in on it—or at least copied their keys.” Indira took Regina’s hand. “Look, if you really get into something you don’t want to do, you have to let me help you—you also have to tell me if you find out anything about their identities. We really need to stop these guys.”

“I appreciate the offer,” Regina sighed. “I do, but, they’ve already deleted a tenth of my pictures—.”

“That they stole from you to begin with!”

“I know! Okay? I know, but they haven’t lied to me after the fact. I know somewhere some computer geeks are getting off to me because I’m dressed like this, act like their little puppet, but I’ll probably have all of my stuff gone off their servers by the end of the semester. After that…they have nothing. It’s not in their interest to not live up to the bargain, right? Otherwise no one would play. Can either us claim that no guy has ever jerked off to us? Just because I *know* it’s probably happening now…” Regina looked at the clock and frowned before kicking off her shoes and standing up. “I, um, I need to get undressed.”

—-

“Hang on.” Indira stepped out of the room and came back with stuff. She closed the door to the small study room and Regina started easing down her tights. As Regina rolled her tights down to her knees, Indira pulled off her own shirt.

“What are you doing?” Regina asked.

“I’ll be your lookout, and if anyone catches us, it’ll make more sense that two people were streaking, right?” She started undoing her jeans, slipping out of her ballet flats.

“You don’t have to do this.” Regina said, but Indira was already down to her blue cotton bra and panties, while Regina was still standing there, mostly bottomless, but still caught up in her tights. Indira waved her off and unhooked her bra. Regina finished taking off her tights, both feeling and knowing how much she was exposing to Indira, and she sat down and bent her legs to tug off the tights. She knew she was already a little wet, and that made her blush more.

“Don’t blush. I have seen you naked before, you know.” Indira smiled. Regina didn’t bother correcting her on *why* she was blushing. Indira let her larger breasts fall free. Her dark nipples tightened quickly in the cool air of the library. She set her clothes on the study table and pushed down her panties. Regina was straightening out her tights so she’d be able to pull them back on relatively easily, but she got caught up again looking at Indira. Her dark bush was a little fuller in the two weeks since she’d last seen her. That fact that she had enough context to compare Indira’s bush over time probably said something about how she was living her life these days. Regina felt a little jealous that the other girl was so confident in her nudity, but she shook it off and pulled off her own top so they both stood there naked. “Well, here we are.” Indira said, not being shy about looking Regina up and down. “Are you ready?”

“I guess.” Regina muttered. “Where are the library computers on this floor?”

“On the opposite side of the building, where you were originally sitting”

“Shit, I *knew* that. I was literally sitting next to them…I’m just nervous.” Regina said.

“Well, there weren’t any study rooms over there, so you didn’t really have a choice other than to strip down at a table. As for being nervous, this is my first time naked in a library, too.” She laughed, but didn’t wait, simply opening the door to the study room and stepping out into the library. “Come on, Regina, I’m not going to stand out here all day.” Indira tried covering herself with her arms but thought better of it. Regina stepped out and closed the door to the room. They half scurried, half walked to the central stairwell, the only way to cross the floor to the computers, and they both had to crouch and hide behind a sculpture as a student came up the stairs and continued to the next floor. Regina’s heart was thumping, and Indira was pressed against her, holding her breath, as they hid behind the base of the sculpture. “That was close.” Indira whispered.

“We should keep moving.” Regina said, though she kept behind Indira to hide the fact that her thighs were now slick with wetness. They made it to the library computers without further problems, and Regina quickly typed in the ISBN of the book for her task.

“*Modalities of Common Sexual Fetish: Voyeurism and Exhibitionism Explained.* Really? These guys are totally fucking with you.”

“I *know*, Indira. Like I said, they fucking *know* me, okay? But I still have to get the book, naked, then we can get dressed, and I have to check it out.”

“The book’s on the next floor up.” Indira said.

“That’s where that guy went. Crap.” She wrote down the shelf location and took the note with her. They went to the stairs, and Regina noticed Indira was now covering her breasts with one arm while keeping a hand in front of her pussy. She wasn’t really hiding anything, one of her nipples still visible, and a lot of her bush, but Regina stopped her. “Hey, if you want to go back to the room and get dressed, go. This is my task.”

“No.” Indira frowned. “I said I would do this, and I will. I’m embarrassed, sure, but I also have to keep these boobs under control, too. We’re almost done.” She let out a breath. “We’re almost done.” They went carefully but quickly up the stairs, their bare feet slapping a little on the cold stone stairs. Near the top, Regina peeked up and saw the guy sitting at a cubicle desk with his back to them.

“If we go to the shelves to the left, we should be close to the right location. The guy is up there, but he has his back to us. Go now.” Regina said, and dashed into the aisle of book shelves, Indira right behind her, now holding her breasts with both hands to keep them controlled as she ran.

“Fuck. My heart is racing.” Indira looked around. “Where’s this book?”

“Two more aisles down, I think.” Regina looked at some of the numbering in the aisle they were in. They quietly moved down the aisle, peeked around the corner and stepped in. Regina checked the numbers and saw she was right, they had to go one more. They took a moment to listen for people, but heard nothing. The sound of the AC system filled the room. They repeated the process of sneaking and peeking, moving halfway down the next aisle before finally finding the book. Indira was turning to backtrack when Regina swore. “Shit.”

“What?” Indira said, standing up straight. “What’s the problem Is it not the right book?”

—-

“Hello, ladies.” The guy who had been sitting in the cubicles was now at the end of the aisle, some other book in his hand and halfway to being replaced on the shelf. Indira turned sharply and tried to cover herself with her hands, while Regina held the book in front of her crotch, covering her breasts with her other arm.

“We’re just doing a dare.” Indira said.

“I figured as much, since it’s not topless Tuesday, just, y’know, *regular* Tuesday.”

“We’re just going to go now.” Regina said, trying to back up as Indira bumped into her.

“Wait.” The guy smirked. “It’s going to be pretty hard to get out of here without being caught.”

“Our clothes are right around the corner.” Regina lied.

“No, no. I meant, it will be pretty hard to get out of here because I’m going to yell for the librarian. I mean, you know, unless…”

“What do you want, asshole” Indira said flatly.

“Be nice, my little Indian princess…I just want to see what I nearly missed. I want you to not be so shy. What’s the point of this dare if no one sees you, right? Lower those hands, let me get a look.” Regina looked to Indira, who nodded back. Regina set her book on the shelf next to her and lowered her hands, giving the guy a full look at her nudity; she felt Indira lower her hands next to her. He took a couple steps closer. “What are you a B-cup?” He asked Regina. She nodded. “And you’re a D.”

“A C-cup, actually.” Indira corrected him. “What is it with boys and their obsession with cup-size? It doesn’t even mean that much.” She rolled her eyes. “Look,” she said to Regina, “this is how we got into this mess, not having a defined exit strategy.” She looked back to the guy. “You caught us, okay? Two naked girls in the library on a dare, but nothing is going to happen here other than the show you’re getting—which I think I is a pretty good, right?” She grabbed her boobs, and he nodded absently. “You accidentally rubbed a lamp and a got a wish, but we’re not going to have sex with you. This isn’t some porno. Not with you, not with each other, so why don’t you drink it in, and we’ll be on our way.” Indira started to move, but the guy put up his hand.

“I don’t know. If you’re caught like this, they’ll have to do something about it, right? The academic dean, the disciplinary council. Heck, they might even call in campus security right? So sure, this isn’t going to turn into a porno—fine—but if I rubbed a lamp,” he said, deliberately stroking the front of his pants, “I get three wishes, right? So, you do three things for me—whatever I want that isn’t sex with me *or* with each other,” he quickly added, “and I’ll let you go—I’ll even scout ahead to wherever you need to go, okay?”

“Fine.” Indira said, and Regina just blinked, flustered at not being consulted. “First wish.”

“Shit…um…” The guy sputtered. He hadn’t actually thought it through. “Umm…make out with each other…with heavy petting…like, kiss and touch each other where it counts.”

“Here?” Regina asked. “We’re in the open in the aisle!”

“Would you rather do it in the stairwell where I saw you hiding behind that statue?” Regina’s jaw dropped, but he just laughed. “No one ever comes up here but me. It’s all old science books. All the actual majors use the journal reference down in the basement. Not to mention, the air system is noisy enough that most people can’t concentrate. Me, I like the noise. Helps me concentrate. Come on, it’s your time you’re wasting.” Indira put her arms around Regina, pulling her close by grabbing her ass. The guy hissed a ‘yes’ as Indira leaned in and kissed Regina on the mouth, moving her lips to kiss up her neck, pausing at her ear.

“This guy’s not too bright or inventive.” Indira whispered. “We’ll be done in a couple minutes, probably.” She licked at Regina’s earlobe and the redhead couldn’t help but shudder a bit as Indira’s warm skin pressed against her. She felt the girl’s hand tease over her breasts, and they started kissing again, this time more in earnest. Regina slid her hands along Indira’s hips, grabbing her ass, caressing her breasts, all to the encouragement of the guy, though if she was honest with herself, it felt really nice. She moved a hand between Indira’s legs, and the girl tensed, but Regina’s curiosity was winning out. She wanted to feel the heat of her, the softness of her bush, the slight dampness that was welling lower, whether or not she wanted to give in. Indira did the same to her, and Regina saw Indira smile a little as she realized how wet she was. “Is that enough?” Indira turned to the guy, but scowled, seeing he had his cock out, firm in his hand.

“Uh, um, yeah…I guess.” He was still lightly stroking himself, and Regina knew he probably wasn’t thinking too straight in the moment. “Okay, um, second wish…I want to touch you.”

“Not with that.” Indira said, looking to the guy’s cock. “And no fingering. Fifteen seconds each.” He nodded, moving closer. He looked to Indira, then Regina, finally deciding on starting with Regina. He was actually gentle, though he did grab her ass roughly, running his hand over her breasts, teasing her nipples, his fingers through her hair, then down her belly, to her bush. Regina found herself surprisingly aroused, especially when he started focusing on her pussy, his fingers sliding over labia, getting slick, slippery to the point that as her touched her, the tips of his fingers slid inside a bit; she didn’t say a word, and seconds drew on until Indira said the time was up. He stepped over to Indira, looking her over. “You can start.” She said. He groped her breasts, getting her nipples hard and tight, and then he leaned in, licking them. “Hey!” She hissed.

“You didn’t say anything about my tongue. A deal’s a deal.” Indira frowned but said nothing as the guy went back to nibbling at her breasts, but then turned her around, bending her over as he dropped to his knees.

“Oh, fuck…” Indira hissed, her knees wobbling, as the guy licked between her legs. He was pushing the definition of touching, but Indira braced herself again the book shelves as he moved up and started tonguing her ass in earnest. “Ohh…fuck, fuck…” She hissed again, her eyes closed as Regina looked on, and she saw Indira reach a hand in front of her, touching herself, as the guy continued. Regina heard the soft sounds of Indira’s arousal, and she recognized the pitch and tenor of her moans from the videos she’d seen of her with her boyfriend. She was getting close to coming, and Regina looked at the clock on the wall.

“It’s been more than fifteen seconds.” Regina said. Indira looked at Regina and stopped touching herself. She knew she’d been caught up in the moment, but she pushed the guy off and stood up straight. He was still kneeling, smiling, and staring right at their crotches.

“I didn’t realize *I* was the one who had to keep track of time.” He said, standing up. He was hard as a rock, his cock pointing almost straight up out of his pants. “Fine then, third wish…I want you to each lie on the floor next to each other, spread your legs so your knees touch, cover your eyes with your hands, and count to a hundred…silently.” He added. “Don’t say a word—follow my orders or we start over.” Regina bit her lip, trying not think about what he had planned, not that she had any clue, buy she didn’t want to freak herself out. The girls got on the floor and did as he asked. Regina closed her eyes and started counting, and all she could hear was the whirrs and hisses of the air system and her own breathing. She knew the guy could see *everything*, not that he hadn’t seen—and touched—most of it already. She tried to concentrate on her counting, and realized she’d messed up around forty, maybe fifty? She started from fifty and kept going. Around seventy she felt something wet land on her—warm too—she almost opened her eyes but remembered what the guy has said about starting over. When the next spray hit her she recognized what was happening, that he was coming on them. She couldn’t hear him masturbating with the sounds of the air conditioning, but she knew he was probably standing right in front of them, looking down on them as he did it.

“That’s one hundred.” Indira said, opening her eyes. Regina did the same and saw the each of them was covered in come. “And I thought we agreed no sex.” Indira growled, looking down at the mess on her naked body as she clambered up to her feet.

“I came, you two just happened to be here.” He laughed. “If you really want to complain you, I should probably tell you about the pictures and video I took.” He laughed again. “Still, a deal’s a deal, so, I’ll lead you back to wherever you hid your clothes.” Indira said nothing, but Regina could tell she was angry.

“We’re down one floor—in one of the study rooms.” Regina said, and grabbed the book from the shelf, the whole point of the trip, and tried to ignore the fact that she was splattered with semen. He made them wait in the aisle as he stepped down the stairwell. But they heard him whisper up the stairs. The moved quickly to the bottom of the stairwell, and the guy had them wait in an alcove out of sight while he checked the study wing. They waited nearly five minutes before Regina spoke. “Did he ditch us?”

“No.” Indira said. “He still has stuff upstairs. He’s taking his sweet time, though.” He appeared just as she finished speaking, telling them to follow quickly. They got to their study room, and the guy waved.

“It’s been fun girls, and you know, if you ever want to do this again, I’m definitely up for it.” He eyed Indira. “That ass is *something*…” He added, walking away as they closed the study room door on him.

—-

“Ugh!” Regina snarled. “I can’t believe that happened.”

“It wasn’t inconceivable.” Indira muttered, digging in her bag and pulling out some tissues. “Okay, maybe the sexual blackmail, the come shot…unexpected…”

“You getting a rim job…” Regina muttered, starting to dab the come off her body.

“Fuck.” Indira smirked. “I was hoping we weren’t going to mention that.” She dabbed a little come from her body. “That fucker went out of his way to get me from tits to bush…” She muttered.

“You let him keep going.” Regina added. “On your ass…”

“It’s, like, my one weakness…and he really went for—fuck!” She looked around, turning over her shirt, her jeans. “That fucker stole my bra and underwear!”

“He didn’t take anything of mine.”

“You didn’t have anything left to steal, remember?” She pulled on her shirt, and her larger breasts made it clear she was braless. She picked up her phone. “*This* was in my backpack when we left, too.” She woke up her phone and grimaced. Her background picture was now of the guy’s cock, Indira’s panties wrapped around his girth. Regina’s phone was similarly vandalized, though the guy used her tights instead. Each of them saw they had a text with pictures of them naked on the floor of the library. While it wasn’t possible to see their faces, their tits and pussies were in full view. “Oh, that double fucker!” Indira said.

“What?”

“He *knew* me. He knew me from that hacker site. That’s how he knew how to get me going.” She held up the text: *Hey Room 331, your tall boyfriend taught me that trick with your ass*. “I’d say it was creepy, but, fuck, he *was* good…god, does that make me slutty?” Regina finished dressing as Indira continued obsessing, still bottomless. She still had come in her bush, but she was more focused on going through her phone and removing the background picture.

“You have to let it go, Indira. When they get you, they *get* you. That guy might even have been one of the hackers for all we know.”

“I doubt it, but I’m just pissed. I feel stupid.”

“That’s because we got tricked. Now finish getting dressed. I want to get the hell out of the library.”

“Just go on without me, Regina. I’m not mad at you, not really, but I need some time to process, okay?” Regina frowned, but nodded, slipping out of the study room, leaving her half-naked, come-flecked friend to mutter to herself.

Regina went down to the main floor to check out her book. As she was waiting in line, a girl behind her leaned in and whispered that she could see through her tights, that she just wanted to let her know. Regina blushed, thanked the girl for the notice, and hurried out of the library, across campus, and back to her room.

Safely behind closed doors, it took her a moment to realize her roommate, in the span of a few hours, had moved out, drawers hanging open, and bed stripped. Julie’s key was on her bare mattress.

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