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 Karaoke Nights

   I am a self-confessed sing -along junkie.  I am so addicted to it, that
I have my very own magic-mike karaoke system at home, that allows me to
sing along to literally hundreds of songs at a push of a button.  My
karaoke system is also special, in that it has a built in scoring system
that rates your performance from 0 to 100 and, therefore , lets you know
whether you did the song justice, or should keep your day job and forget
making a career out of singing.

   For all you other karaoke aficionados out there, I'm sure you're no
doubt familiar with the fun and joy of singing the night away together with
friends in drunken get togethers , competing in impromptu singing contests
, where the winner is determined by the highest score.  However, little did
the inventors of the magic-mike karaoke foresee, that their scoring system
could be used for other, much less wholesome purposes. . .  Strip Karaoke.
As my poor hapless GF found out to her extreme embarrassment one night.

   About six months ago I hosted a small party at my house.  Aside from H
who was my hostess , there were five other guests, two guys and three
girls. They were my very close friends whom I knew and hung out with since
college, even before I started going out with H.  In fact, one of the girls
Karen was even my ex GF in College and a member of the sister sorority of
my fraternity.  Fortunately, we were able to part amicably and have
remained the best of friends thru the years.  I sometimes feel though that
she somehow would like us to get back together again .

   As for my other guests, the two guys were Mon and Jim.  They were my
batch mates when I entered the fraternity and we have remained inseparable
since then.  The two other girls were named Suzy and Jen.  Like Karen, they
were our sorority sisters and are currently seeing Mon and Jim
respectively. So you see, my guests were really more of my friends than
H's, whom I met only later after graduating and is a bit younger than us.

   Like me, my friends were addicted to karaoke.  Since we met at school,
we have spent countless times singing the night away in drunken abandon. 
It was a wonder we were able to finish our schooling at all , considering
we spent most of our time partying and having fun than hitting the books.

   Anyway, going back to the party, after everyone had had their fill of
free food and drink at my expense ; we gravitated towards the den were my
karaoke system was set up for the customary party entertainment.  Now,
although H honestly did have a lovely voice, she really was not into
karaoke singing , but merely tolerated this seemingly rabid obsession of
mine.  Being rather demure in nature and quite shy , she hardly ever sang
during parties and mostly preferred to sit appreciatively listening at the
back, since in her own words she really would not like to make "a fool of
myself" in front of others.  (Little would she know that exactly was what
was in store for her later in the evening.)

   After taking our seats around the coffee table, I passed around the
accompanying song book to my system to enable my guests to chose the songs
they would want to sing.  As the others were rifling through its pages and
jotting down the access codes of their songs, I think it was one of the
guys who jokingly suggested that we play a stripping game instead of the
usual community singing.  Now, my friends and I had played a few games of
strip poker in school so the idea was not really new nor outrageous to us.
Although H's face did sport an initial shocked look when the proposal was
made.

   While the rest of us were still contemplating what to do, Suzy commented
that it may indeed be fun if we would be able to make a stripping game of
Karaoke , to liven up tonight's entertainment more.  Her comment was
heartily well taken by the rest of the group who enthusiastically agreed to
join in , with the initial exception of H, who at first did not want to
play but , in the end reluctantly agreed to do so as well, as a favor to me
and in order to fit in more with my friends.  Of course, we must never
forget to thank all the margaritas she had drunk for allowing her to come
to this decision, as they undoubtedly did more to shape her thinking
process than anything else.

   Following a brief and very animated discussion, we agreed to adopt the
follow rules :

   1.Each player gets to pick three songs from the song book.  One to be
sung bythemselves.  The second, which either sex must be able to sing, to
be mixed together with the others in a pot and drawn , to see who would
have to sing it.  And, the third, again to be sung by another player, this
time drawn before hand by lot.

   2.The players would then, alternately, sing one song till everyone has
had his/her turn at the mike.

   3.After each round the scores of the players would be compared and the
one with the lowest score would have to strip an item of clothing.  In
addition, the one with the highest score gets to choose a player to strip
an item of clothing, who may or may not be the player with the lowest
score.

   4.  Finally, after everyone has sung, each player's scores would be
added up and the one with the lowest cumulative score would have to remove
two items of clothing and the one with the highest score, choose someone to
strip two items of clothing.  Again, this may or may not be the person with
the lowest cumulative score. .

   Before we began, I think it was Karen who raised the question of what
would happen if the one who had to strip was already naked and had no more
clothes to lose.  It was then that Suzy suggested that that person must do
a forfeit for every article of clothing that should have been removed, to
be determined by the winner of the game.  Everybody agreed.

   It was also pointed out that since there were seven of us, there would
be a problem pairing up for the third round.  This was easily resolved when
it was universally agreed that since I had generously forked the bill for
tonight's festivities, then I should gain a bye in the third round and
automatically be awarded "95" points.  It should have been a perfect "100"
points in my book but my two buddies hemmed and hawed a bit.

   Other last minute rule changes adopted were:

   a.In addition to having to take something off, the loser of each round
would have to down a shot of tequila; and the winner thereof do a body shot
on any of the other players, or direct somebody else do it .

   b.Anyone who fails to score at least a "90" per round would again have
to strip an article of clothing, while those with a score less than "75"
must remove two.  The stripping to be done immediately after the score is
displayed.

   c.It was further agreed that anyone with a total cumulative score of
less than "250" must strip three items of clothing, regardless of whether
they are the lowest or not.  However, if it is the one with the lowest
score that is less than "250", then he/she Must remove three more items in
addition to the two for having gotten the lowest cumulative score.

   After finally agreeing to the rules, the six participants for the third
round were made to draw the name of the player who would be singing the
song of their choice.  No doubt, having foreknowledge of who will be made
to sing his choice, gives a person here the actual power to manipulate the
other's performance for the round, depending upon how easy or hard his song
is to interpret.  song of choice is to interpret.  Of course the same
cannot be said for the one who has to do the actual singing, since he has
no idea whose song he has to sing until its actual performance itself.  The
players sneaked surreptitious glances among themselves as they silently
marked the person whose fate in the round rested in their hands.

   All of us then picked two songs each from the songbook , the title of
one we wrote down on a piece of paper and put in a bowl for drawing in the
second round.  We also proceeded to draw lots to determine the order in
which we would be singing.

   Before we started, we all took stock of each others clothing and
determine the number of items to remove.  It was decided that we each could
lose a maximum of six (6) items , including jewelry and clothing
accessories, which only counted as one.

   For tonight's affair, both Karen and Jen came stylishly dressed in pants
and long sleeved tops which greatly accentuated their long svelte figures.
As such, they had their jewelry, shoes, pants, blouse and underwear (bra
and panties) to lose, if ever.  Suzy on the other hand came prettily
attired in a matching blouse and skirt, which together with her shoes,
stockings and panties and bra, similarly gave her six items to discard, in
case she fails to perform well this evening.  For us three guys, well we
all seemed to be identically dressed in long-sleeved button down shirts and
pants, and therefore could remove our shoes, socks, shirts, pants
undershirts and underwear if needed.

   As for H, she came exquisitely attired in a sleeveless one-piece dress
in which she looked utterly beautiful and made her look smashingly sexy. 
Though she was more petite than the other girls, the swell of her breasts
appeared more pronounced, most probably due to her size.  Anyway, in
addition to her dress, H had on her jewelry, shoes, stockings, strapless
bra and panties, which she hoped she wouldn't have to part with.

   The contest was kicked of by Karen who chose a song from the musical
"Cats" which she sang flawlessly and to the thunderous applause of her
audience.  She earned a perfect score of "100".  She was then followed by
Jen who chose a jazzy number made famous by the Polish singer Basia, and
was equally rewarded with another perfect score.  As a rule, players in
this round tend to choose songs they are most familiar and comfortable
with, since this would allow them to really pile up the points to cushion
whatever unforeseen circumstances that may arise during the succeeding
rounds.  Thus, it really should come to no surprise that there would be a
lot of perfect scores in this round, it being more the rule than the
exception.

   Mon attempted to duplicate the impeccable performances so far by dishing
out one of the more popular tunes by The Calling.  Unfortunately , he came
up just a point shy and was given a score of "99".  He was thereafter
followed by Jim who sang an old Rupert Holmes classic, for which he
garnered a "98".

   It was now H's turn .  Like Jim, she chose a slow sentimental number by
the Brazilian chanteuse Astrud Gilberto.  Although the song itself was
quite simple and perfect for her voice, , her timing was a bit off, due
most likely to her nervousness, and she missed a few of her intros.  As a
result, the machine gave her a score of "89" for her efforts.

   When H's score flashed on the screen, the boys started cheering and
chanting "FIRST BLOOD!!!" to the accompaniment of slight giggles from the
other girls, who tried unsuccessfully to maintain a straight face and
sympathetic look on them.

   Since under the rules, H would now have to remove an article of
clothing, she nonchalantly kicked off both her shoes and insouciantly
stared back at all the grinning faces around her, bravely determined to
carry on the fight in her stocking feet.  If she only knew what the rest of
the night had in store for her.

   It was my turn after H.  Being a little distracted by the loss of H's
shoes, I lost my concentration for a second and was really lucky to get
away with a score of "97".  The first round ended with another awesome
performance by Suzy, whose jazz number was awarded a perfect score as well.


   So pursuant to the rules , H had to once again remove an item of
clothing, having scored the lowest in the round.  What is more, to the
utter enjoyment of the guys, she was likewise told by Jen to remove a third
item.

   When H tried to protest, it was pointed out to her that since the three
other girls had gotten the same scores, then they are all considered the
winners of the round, therefore allowing any of them to choose who is to do
the stripping.  Or, would she prefer that all three of the winners be
allowed a choice each, which may or may not be directed to only one person.
Realizing that she may find herself worse off, H wisely shut up and said no
more.

   If at first H had doffed her shoes with nonchalance , the same could not
be said now as she nervously removed each and every piece of jewelry on her
and slowly rolled her stockings down and off her legs.  This therefore left
her with only three pieces of clothing on.  Her dress, bra and panties.

   Following her removal of the required number of clothing, it was now
time for H to take a shot.  She quickly gulped down the fiery liquid handed
her, no doubt in an attempt to calm herself , which immediately caused her
face to take on a flush complexion.  Or maybe this was due to the feeling
of dread inexorably building up inside her for the next round.

   As for who was to take the body shot, the winners of the first round
shortly conferred among themselves and for a change, directed me to take
it. And, to my delight, I was to do so on the neck of H.  So upon the
instructions of Karen , H was made to sit perfectly still while a briny
mixture of salt and lemon juice was smeared right along the side of her
neck where it connected to her right shoulder.  And could do nothing but
squirm helplessly beneath me, as my flickering tongue suckled against her
and hungrily lapped off all traces thereof from her delectable neck.  I'm
proud to say too that my ministrations caused her to let out an appreciate
moan or two, which to her embarrassment, did not escape the others'
attention.

   The second round was again dominated by the girls.  In fact, for most of
us , it was not much different from the first, except perhaps for H, as it
proved to be much more disastrous for her.

   In the same order as in the first round, the second was started off by
Karen with Jen immediately following thereafter.  Being fortunate to have
drawn songs that they were both very well familiar with, they drew
identical scores of "98".  They were followed by Mon and then Jim who,
though giving their all, came up short, only achieving scores of "97" and
"95", respectively.

   When it was H's term, she drew a ballad that was first sung by Tracy
Chapman and later remade for a popular boy band to perform.  Unfortunately
for her, the song was too low for her voice range.  Needless to say, her
performance left much to be desired and was given only a score of "74".

   You could almost here a pin drop when H's score flashed on the screen
and all eyes in the room turned on her.  In reaction, H just seemed to
collapse on herself.  Like an ostrich hiding its head on the ground, H bent
over and completely covered her face with the palms of her hand, slowly
shaking her head from side to side, seemingly in disbelief of her endless
misfortunes.

   Although under the rules, she should have now taken off two pieces of
clothing as a result of her score, I tried comforting H by requesting the
others to instead allow her to do so after the end of the round.  Taking
pity on her, the others readily agreed.

   It was my turn after H.  After giving her a reassuring hug and tap on
her back, I took the mike and belted out the song I had drawn.  I scored a
"97".  The second round ended with another sterling performance from Suzy
who scored a "98", the same as that of Karen and Jen.

   With the lowest score of "74" in the round, H was now required by the
rules to remove her last remaining three items of clothing.  This would
leave her with absolutely nothing on and utterly naked before the others,
who still have yet to shed a single piece of clothing.  Again as a
consolation to her plight, H was allowed to drink her shot first before
having to strip.  In addition thereto, the winners of the round again after
a brief consultation, allowed her to do the requisite body shot, this time
on my neck.

   In exact replica of what had happened at the end of the first round, H
immediately gulped down the shot of tequila that was handed to her.  She
likewise just swallowed the contents of the shot glass given her for her
body shot, quite forgetting that she had to lick that salty concoction
daubed along my neck.  She eventually remembered and did so after the lapse
of a few seconds.  Though her tongue and lips felt terribly dry and clammy
as they brushed against my neck, this did not repulse me, but made me even
love her more, as her seemingly endless plight continued to endear her to
me.

   After H had had her drink, it was now time for her to take of her
remaining clothes.  With a dazed and lost look on her face she slowly
walked to the center of the room and stood before the others.  Like an
automaton, she reached back behind her and slowly, oh so slowly drew her
zipper down till it could go no further.  She then shrugged off the straps
of her dress from her quivering shoulders and down her arms, moving its
descent down her body with gentle pushes from her hands, till the dress lay
in a puddle at her feet.

   With the loss of her dress, H was left standing in only her strapless
bra and thong panties.  Again, with a lost and forlorn look she reached
back to unclasp her bra and immediately draped her other arm in front of
her chest, as soon as the cups of her bra started to fall.  After dropping
her bra, H hesitated for a second before she moved her free hand to the
side of her thong.  Blushing terribly and hoping no doubt for the earth to
suddenly open up and swallow her whole, H slowly turned around to avoid
having to give the people around her a direct view of her pussy and
woodenly tugged down at the sides of her thong till they reached the middle
of her thighs, and she had to lift her knees one at a time, to be able to
pull her last remaining item of clothing free from her.  I don't know
whether she was aware of it, but by doing so, she gave us all an
unobstructed and panoramic view of her luscious ass.  I doubt whether the
other guys remained unaffected by the awesome sight of my GF's stripping
herself naked, since I sure was.

   With her panties finally pulled free, H slowly turned around to face the
rest of us.  In the classic ENF position, she stood before us with downcast
eyes in all her nakedness.  Her stance brought to mind the image of the
main subject in that Renaissance masterpiece The Birth of Venus by
Botticelli , who was similarly posed but had the benefit of strategically
placed wisps of hair, to help hide her nakedness.

   For a time ,the room remained as quiet as a tomb as the people around
her, at least the guys present, continued to savor each and every detail of
H's nudity.  But then the spell was finally broken when one of the girls, I
think it was Karen, told H with a gloating tone to her voice, that since
she had been picked by them to remove another piece of clothing , she would
now have to do forfeits for the rest of the evening.  This elicited an
outbreak of cruel suggestions from the other girls who vigorously nodded
their heads in complete agreement.  As for my two buddies, though they were
not as vocal as the girls, I am sure they too were looking forward to
relishing the latest predicament H found herself in, though you would not
be able to tell from the sheepish grins pasted on the faces.  Just like
mine.

   Upon hearing Karen's latest pronouncement H finally snapped.  With her
arms wrapped around her and eyes desperately averted to avoid the taunting
gazes of the people around her , she ran pell-mell away from the den and
into my room, slamming the door loudly in her wake.  Caught by surprise by
the suddenness of her move, I was unable to immediately react and follow
her to her refuge.

   Thinking that she had locked herself in, I was just about to kick the
door in, when by chance my hand providently turned the knob and found it
unlocked.  Upon entering the room, I found H cowering behind the bed
sobbing inconsolably.

   Looking down upon the pitiable state of H, my mind was filled with no
other thought , and that was I had to hold and comfort her.  So taking her
into my arms, I drew her tightly against me and tried to offer solace by
whispering heartfelt endearments in her ear, in order to soothe her broken
spirit.  Although at first she showed no sign that my efforts was having
any effect on her, as her body continued to convulse with each and every
sob, she eventually was able to calm down, and lie immovably against me.

   While she laid in my arms , I detected her breasts to be surprisingly
erect.  Finding this strange, I allowed one of my arms to surreptitiously
rub against her bosom, and found her nipples to be not only stiff, but rock
hard even.  As my curiosity got piqued with this discovery, I then slowly
inched my hand down the length of her bare body till I reached the silken
hairs of her pubic mound and found that she indeed was sopping wet and must
have really been turned on by the turn of events so far.  In fact, her true
state of arousal was undeniably confirmed when she shamelessly impaled
herself on the readily available fingers of my probing hand.  Humping them
passionately, in a frenetic attempt to make herself cum.

   I could not help but be fascinated by the animated expression on H's
face as she unabashedly fucked herself on my hand.  With her eyes tightly
shut and the tips of her pearly white front teeth peeking out while she
unconsciously chewed on her lower lip, she appeared quite oblivious to the
rest of the world, as she tried to fully savor the exquisite pleasure she
was bringing upon herself.

   Though I admit, that at first I had every intention of allowing H the
orgasm she craved, I decided to act otherwise and resolved to deny her
flesh the release it so desperately sought, since it became quite clear to
me that she was really getting off on the intense humiliation she had so
far undergone , and would no doubt relish it even more, if it were to
continue.  Besides which, truth to tell , I too was getting incredibly
turned by the prospect of prolonging my Gf's ignominy, especially at the
hands of others.

   Having so decided, I resolutely drew my intruding fingers from out of
her , now heavily coated with her essence .  In reaction , Her eyes flew
open in utter disbelief as my hand drew away, and later tearfully tried to
meet my gaze , as she pitifully begged me for release.  To entice me
further, she even brazenly spread her legs and propped her middle up high,
as an open invitation for me to penetrate her still.

   However, rather than give in , I merely shook my head and brought the
fingers of the hand she had used to pleasure herself with to just beneath
her nose, to allow her to breath in her heady scent , before I gently
pressed them against her lips , and instructed her to suck.

   Though initially hesitant to comply, H eventually obeyed my command. 
Starting off with tentative licks along the length of each finger with the
tip of her tongue, her adoration of them steadily progressed, till they all
ended up deep in her mouth, as she hungrily suckled on each and every
digit, effectively washing away any and all traces of her on them.

   Once I felt my fingers sufficiently cleaned, I drew them from her mouth
and bent down to kiss her deeply on the lips, tasting her for the first
time that night, as she lay squirming beneath me.  Alas, before things
could go any further, we were rudely interrupted by a series of soft taps
on the door, which caused H to suddenly break her kiss and cringe away.  It
turned out to be the Karen, who asked us through the door, whether
everything was ok or not.

   Thanks to the fortunate interruption, my immediate need for H was put on
hold enabling me to push through with my resolve.  Accordingly, when she
was able to settle down a bit, I whispered to her that it was time to go
back and finish the game.  Although she was understandably unwilling at
first , I was able to convince her to do so, by earnestly professing my
love for her and how much happy it would make me feel if we go finish the
game.  Of course, my constant praise and adulation of how beautiful her
naked body looked must have played a large part in breaking her resistance,
since I noted that she broke out with a shy smile every time I said it.

   To my delight, H started to get up on her own, without need of any
assistance from me .  In fact, she was already fully on her feet and
standing over me, before I had even started to slowly raise myself from the
floor, needing a boost from my arm which had been propped up on the bed. 
With a final kiss of encouragement on her lips, I turned her around to face
the door and at the same time pulled her arms to her side, before inviting
whoever was outside to enter.

   The sudden change in the expression on the faces of Karen and the two
other girls who followed her in was enough to tell me that they were
greeted by something totally unexpected , as they entered the room. 
Whereas they may have had at first a look of genuine concern , this
instantly gave way to one of incredulous surprise as they took in the
breath taking view of my fully exposed GF standing pensively in the middle
of the room, head shamefully bent and with arms tensely clenched by her
side, forbidden to cover herself with them.

   As H was in a rather disheveled state as a result of her breakdown, I
requested both Jane and Suzy to help fix her up before she returns to the
den.  Once the three shut themselves in the adjoining bathroom, I
immediately drew Karen closer to me as we walked out hand in hand, and
unconscionably betrayed my GF's secret to her.  It was only then, upon our
exiting the room, that I noticed that all of H's things had been neatly
laid out on top of one of the side tables along the hallway.

   Karen had remained uncharacteristically silent and in a contemplative
mood as we walked towards the den.  Upon entering, I immediately informed
both Mon and Jim that everything was alright and that H would be rejoining
us soon.  We resumed our heavy drinking as we sat down to wait for the
others to return.

   Instead of taking her place in the sofa which she had heretofore been
sharing with her friends Jane and Suzy since the evening began, Karen chose
to sit beside me in the easy chair which H and I had been sitting in, and
joined us in our drinking.

   In due time, the three other girls returned.  With her medium length
straight black hair neatly combed and freshly washed ingénue face bereft of
any make-up whatsoever, H looked absolutely beautiful , in her simplicity.
No doubt, one could even say she was even virginal in her appearance, were
it not for the fact that she was being paraded stark naked into the den in
between two stunningly dressed women, so as to negate any semblance of
innocence in her situation.  Even the squeaky patter of her bare feet as
they padded on the polished hard wood floor, stood in mark contrast to the
loud echoing clip-clops of her escorts' high heeled shoes.

   Out of deference to me, my two buddies tried to avoid openly staring at
H as she she stood naked before them.  As for Karen, I noticed her face
take on a sinister look as soon as my GF entered the room.  She also did
not get up to allow H to resume her seat beside me.  But instead, with a
smug expression on her face, she deliberately moved closer to me and put
her arm around my shoulder in a proprietary way, and openly flirting with
me as she dismissively indicated for H to join the other girls on the sofa,
with her other hand.  Which, by the way, H resignedly did with nary a
protest.

   With everybody finally present, it was agreed that we would have a short
break to settle ourselves down before proceeding with the contest.  So, for
the next fifteen minutes or so, we all just chilled out, drinking
continuously and talking amongst ourselves, with the possible exception of
H who, understandably felt out of place, and mostly kept to herself.

   In between conversations, I was able to observe how deliciously
uncomfortable the absolutely naked H looked in between two stunningly
attired women.  Moreover, I could not help but feel a little guilty for her
plight, as I watched her sitting there, shamefacedly avoiding all eye
contact and her body all scrunched up, with arms and legs crisscrossed
tightly in front of her, in a futile effort to minimize her exposure. 
Except, that whatever little remorse I did feel was quickly squashed
whenever I caught fleeting glimpses of her rock hard nipples, as she
nervously took occasional sips from her drink.  I wonder if she had been
able to notice the absence of her clothing from the room, and whether or
not this may have contributed to her sense of unease.

   At one time during the break, the other girls except for H left
together, presumably to use the bathroom .  Upon their return , they each
gave H a knowing look, to the accompaniment of mischievous giggling ,
acting as if they were all in on a little secret.  They also gave us guys a
conspiratorial wink before they all sat down on the sofa with H, hemming
her in between them.

   To be honest, I believe that nothing could be more erotic than the image
now before us of a naked and obviously distressed H crowded on both sides
by three fully clothed women.  A situation which, I am sure, emphasized to
her the fact of her singular nudity , especially when the other girls would
purposely touch or rub the fabric of their clothes against her bare skin.
Karen was even able to aggravate H's anguish ten fold, when she
deliberately kept her hand on the top of H's thigh right beside her pussy,
while carrying on a long conversation with Jen, who was seated just on the
other side of H.  H could do no more but terribly blush and fidget
helplessly beneath.

   Just as we were about to begin the third round, Karen offered H a way
out from her enforced nudity.  She proposed to the group that if H were
able to top her previous score in the second round, then she should be
allowed to put her clothes back on and perform whatever forfeits she
incurred dressed.  If not, then the number of forfeits she would incur for
the night would be doubled.  Karen even went one step further, by betting H
that if she should fail to win the third round, she would join H in doing
the latter's forfeits naked.  This prompted Suzy to subsequently ask what
exactly would H be putting up should she go on to lose the bet ; which Jen
as if on cue, immediately answered, by stating that H would then have all
her forfeits quadrupled as well as lose ownership of her clothes.

   H sealed her own fate by nodding her head dumbly to the conditions set,
totally blinded and unmindful of the dire consequences if she were to lose,
as she frantically grasped at probably her last remaining hope to regain
her modesty.  Thus with this latest challenge duly issued and accepted, we
were ready to begin the third and final round.

   It was Karen and not H who sat by my side all through out the third
round, she having beaten H to the empty space beside me, effectively
usurping her place.  From her position, Karen kept openly staring at the
naked H from head to foot, who was now seated directly opposite her.  In
exactly the same order as the two previous rounds, the third would begin
with Karen, who would now tell the person she drew what song she would like
him or her to sing, to be followed by Jen, Mon, Jim, H and Suzy.

   With an evil glint in her eye, Karen informed H that she was her pick
and therefore was to start the round off.  Unfortunately for H, the song
Karen chose for her was one of Whitney Houston's more difficult numbers
which required a very powerful voice able to extend a particular note for
excruciating lengths of time.  Needless to say, H proved unequal to the
task once again and her dismal performance fell way below her previous
score of "74", to the never ending amusement of the other girls. 
Especially Karen, who celebrated by flashing the "V" sign in the air,
either to signify her victory or to emphasize the fact that H's forfeits
were now doubled, or both.  Clearly in a daze, H just quietly took her
seat, shocked beyond reason.

   After Karen it was Jen's turn to announce whom she had drawn.  After
summoning my buddy Mon to the mike, she made him sing a very old Earth,
Wind and Fire song with a lot of high notes, which he quite barely was able
to reach.  As a result, he was only able to make a "90", the lowest score
so far for the group, except for H's.  But, fortunately for him, not low
enough to merit a penalty.

   After his performance, it was Mon's turn to designate the next singer.
He called upon Suzy and told her to do an award winning anti-war song of
The Cranberries.  To her credit, Suzy was able to adopt a very credible
Irish accent while doing the song, for which she garnered a score of "95".

   After the cheers died down, it was Jim's turn to name the next singer.
With a smile, he announced that he had drawn his girlfriend Jen and made
her do a rather easy song by Natalie Imbruglia.  Unfortunately, Jen was not
able to exploit this advantage to the hilt since she sometimes got
distracted with its lyrics.  Since part of the song talks about having to
"lie naked on the floor", she could not help but titter a little as she
sung that part, naughtily giving H the eye and while pointing a finger at
her.  For her efforts Jen received a score of "93".

   Following Jim it was now the turn of H to announce whom she had drawn.
Zombie like, she identified Jim as the next singer, and assigned him to do
a very popular Bon Jovi song , which starts out a bit slow but steadily
builds up momentum till it reaches its climax , and again slows down
towards the end.  I guess H must have found out Jim used to sing in a rock
band while we were in college, and was therefore hoping he would be able to
win the third round with this song.  With Jim scoring a "96", the highest
score so far, it appeared that H's gamble may have paid off, and for the
first time in quite a while, she was able to relax a bit,.

   The honor of being the last pair fell on Suzy and Karen.  As Karen took
her place before the mike, she was instructed by her friend Suzy to do the
German version of this really old rock song, which when translated, is
about almost a hundred red balloons flying in the air.  Quite a difficult
task you would say, had it not been for the fact that Karen was well versed
in German, she having taken advance courses in the language while in school
, and that the song happened to be one of her all time favorites. 
Accordingly, she aced the song and to the utter dismay of H garnered a
score of "97" ; beating out Jim for the high score.

   There being no doubt as to who the winner was, there was really no point
in adding up the players scores, so everyone gathered around to
congratulate Karen as she sat triumphantly beside me.  Even H, who
tentatively reached out a hand towards her, but was unable to look Karen,
or any one else , in the eye.  However, her gesture was barely acknowledged
by Karen who responded by giving H a slight nod of the head as well as an
obviously fake smile.  She even mocked H further, by informing her that she
had been chosen to all the additional strippings which the winner of both
the round and the overall game can assign, thus earning for H quite a
number of forfeits.

   After the obligatory round of congratulations, everybody settled down to
find out the results of H's disastrous evening .  As she was the only one
to have even lost a thing and had even incurred all the penalties possible
, we awaited with baited breath the how many forfeits she owed Karen, which
most likely would be astronomical in numbers.

   Being Certified Public Accountants, the task of adding up all of H's
forfeits fell on Suzy and Jen, who excused themselves from the group and
sequestered themselves in another room, to do the necessary computation. 
After a while they came back and to an improvised drum roll provided by
their boyfriends ceremonially announced with all pomp and , that H owed
Karen a total of NINETY SIX FORFEITS.  Which, caused H to visibly pale and
tremble.

   Fortunately though for H it was already quite late and the others really
had to leave.  As a result, it was generally decided that perhaps it would
be better to put off H's having to do all the forfeits owed by her for
another day , as it would be impossible for her to complete even a tenth of
them tonight.  To H's relief, Karen interposed no objection to the
suggested deferment, and so thanked her profusely with all her heart for
the reprieve.

   However, just as the others stood up to take their leave, Karen suddenly
brought up the matter of the untaken drink H still owed for losing the
round as well as the body shot which she, as winner of the round, has yet
to assign.  Thus, to get this finally over and done with as well, H
instantaneously gulped down the drink handed her, wincing slightly as the
fiery liquid made its way down her throat.

   When it came to the body shot, Karen announced to the group that she
herself would be taking it on H.  Though taken aback by this sudden turn of
events, H unresistingly allowed Karen to lay her flat on her back on top of
the low coffee table in the center of the room, and made no effort to cover
herself back up, when her arms and legs were spread out.

   After positioning H, Karen instructed her friends to take their places
on both sides of H , where they proceeded to dip their fingers in a bottle
of limejuice before immediately swabbing them in between and all over H's
breasts, and following it up with a sprinkling of iodized salt, on the
areas so swabbed.  Having been caught by surprise, H was slow to respond to
this .  However, before she could even react, the three other girls
surrounding her toasted each other and, after downing their drinks,
ravenously pounced on her breasts with their lips, licking and kissing
every single inch thereof.

   Owing to the suddenness of the assault on her breasts and the intense
pleasure she was experiencing as a result, H was unable to detect the sneak
attack planned on her pussy by Karen's fingers till it was too late, as
they were easily able to break through any resistance, pumping rhythmically
deep inside of her,to her sheer delight.

   Totally mesmerized and left speechless by the mind boggling spectacle
taking place before us, my buddies and I could do nothing but watch with
mouths agape, H being fingered to orgasm by another girl while her breasts
are being simultaneously eaten out by two others.  Little did we know, this
would get even better.

   After fingering H to distraction, Karen was able to coax H to be the one
to finger herself .  Thus, she was able to remove her fingers from inside
of her, only to have them replaced by H's more than willing fingers, which
eagerly took up the pace.  In addition, Karen was also even able to make H
play with her own breasts, having her wantonly caress and pulling on her
own nipples, among a few other things.  And so, after a rather concerted
effort by the girls to get her going, H ended up being the one who made
herself cum , as the other girls abandoned her to be able to watch and
enjoy the show as well.  H had to an earth shattering orgasm nonetheless ,
leaving her limp and all splayed out on the table, with legs and arms
akimbo.

   While H was rather preoccupied with pleasuring herself, the three other
girls proceeded to take pictures of her with the built in cameras of their
cellular phones.  In fact, numerous shots of her were taken ,even up to the
time of her climax, which was similarly captured for posterity.

   When H finally came to, Karen told her that they had taken pictures of
her playing with herself, as insurance for the fulfillment of the forfeits
owed.  Otherwise, should she fail to do so, they would start sending out
the pictures to everyone she knows and even come up with a CD copy of
thereof, for further distribution.  Though quite upset by this clear
invasion of her privacy, H knew she had no other choice but to promise
Karen that she indeed would comply strictly with each and every forfeit
demanded of her.

   After Karen was able to extract H's commitment , my guests all took
their leave and thanked me for a very enjoyable evening.  Like a good host,
I saw them to the door , taking along my naked hostess who I knew would be
spending the night with me.  On our way to the door, she was not spared
having to witness the final loss of everything she had on for the evening,
as she tearfully was made to watch Karen pick up each and every item she
had lost this evening , including her shoes and little jewelry, to do with
as she pleases.  I later found out that Karen had great plans for H's
things, but that will not be related here, but will be taken up some other
time.  Suffice it to say, to stop her from crying, I had to promise to buy
her new things tomorrow as she had brought nothing else to wear at all.

   As H and I stood by the open front door bidding our guests goodbye with
the customary exchange of pecks on both cheeks , I could not help but
notice how the cool night air had hardened her nipples anew, and could not
wait to jump her bones.  However, when it came to Karen, instead of doing
the customary farewell, she said her goodbyes by playfully honking on one
of H's breasts and giving me an exceedingly long and deep kiss on the lips
, as a final affront to H, who just and stood there in uncomfortable
silence averting eyes.  Her antics though did not escape the attention of
the others who hooted it up and laughed uproariously on the way to their
cars.

   So, after my guests were finally gotten rid off, I immediately fell upon
H and we made passionately made love to each other the whole night long. 
Our mutual lust no doubt fueled by the images of her having to endure all
things she had to undergo that evening.

   Here's hoping then , that this would not be the last but, with a little
help from my friends, be just the beginning of H's adventure, and possibly
new way of life.