Page 6 of Dirty Roulette

“We’re playing Dirty Roulette. For you virgins out there, I’ll make this easy for you.

It’s poker with a twist. Each time you have the lowest value in hand, you take a shot and spin the bottle.

Whoever it lands on can either ask you to strip down or kiss you.

Once you’re in nothing but your undies, whoever you land on.

.. well...” He laughs as he runs a hand underneath his chin.

“You’re fucking and filming it. Especially you freshmen joining.

” Brody looks directly at me as he says it.

“Trust me, if you try to get out of the game at any time, I’ll end you.

And you two girls...” He chuckles and stares with his sinister eyes right at me as he pulls out his cell.

A few swipes on the bright screen and he showcases the surveillance footage from 7-Eleven.

Charlie flashing, and me stealing. “If you leave, this video goes straight to the pigs. There is no football or cheerleading, and no place for you at GCU. I suggest you play your cards carefully.” The smile doesn’t wash off his face.

I cross my legs, watching any rationality we possess circle down the drain. Scottie P lights up the bong and takes several long drags before handing it to me. “Have a hit and chill,” he whispers in my ears. “Either way, you’re having sex with someone.”

The water bubbles as I draw in a hit. A cloud of smoke pours out of my nostrils and I pass it to Charlie.

“I told you. We have to sleep with one of them. Losing my virginity tonight wasn’t on my to-do list,” I whisper in the hollow of her ear.

Charlie presses her lips together before turning to me. “You don’t have to sleep with anyone.”

“Did you not hear him? Yes, we do. He had a video of us stealing.”

“You don’t have to play. If you wanna leave, then go.” She takes a long drag and is gifted with an aggressive cough. “That is super strong.” She swats at the smoke lingering around her face.

“I’ll lose my scholarship if I drop out.”

“It’s just a stupid game. It’s not that big of a deal. He’s not gonna post anything.”

“I don’t think he’s bluffing.”

She rolls her eyes and cuts me off. “I’m a virgin too... you know that. I’m telling you right now, we are gonna be fine.”

“Why are we really here?” I ask, but the intense look in her eyes is giving me the hint she’s playing to get back at Brody.

Make him jealous, or something along those lines.

The buzz doesn’t take long to seep back into my bloodstream.

My nervous system is going haywire as Brody shuffles the cards and another guy cuts the deck.

“Anyone wanna hit?” Charlie passes the bong.

Brody finds a seat next to Brittni and the cards are dealt.

In the first few rounds, I’m not too messy. The bottle spins and girls lean across the circle to kiss one of the football players. When a guy lands on another dude, they gag, laugh about how that’s not how they play, and immediately tell the other to strip.

I study the cards in my hand and fumble at the corner.

A chill crawls down my spine, staring at my two-of-a-kind.

It’s useless. I’m bound to lose this round, and when I do, I lose my black booties.

So far anytime I have to spin no one wants a kiss.

They make me strip, and the word sends a chill up my spine.

I lose again, and when I pull off my socks, reality starts to seep in. Either way, someone is popping my cherry, and the thought of taking off my shirt makes my palms sweat. Unlucky is my middle name, and I didn’t get the memo to put on layers like some girls did.

I hear the roar of the party downstairs and slick skin slapping in the other room next to us from two people who lost their clothes within fifteen minutes. They make noises of pure animal pleasure with a headboard banging against the wall.

“Payton!” Noah calls my name.

I snap out of it and say, “Yeah, what’s up?”

“Lay down your hand.” He places a flush in front of me.

His square jaw was visibly tense. He comes off rugged.

A thick lump rests in my throat and I stare at him hard.

I can’t pull my eyes off the heart-shaped tattoo on his index finger as he rubs a hand over the faint dip between his chin.

He has well-defined cheekbones and low eyebrows.

His intense brown, almond shaped eyes stare at me expectantly.

I suck in a labored breath through my teeth and check my hand. “Well, damn.” My pair of sevens is tossed on top of his winning cards. I reach for the vodka bottle, twist the cap off, and pour more into my cup of orange juice.

“You’ll need to drink more than that sweetheart,” Brody cocks up a sly smile.

He’s right. If I want to get through this game, I need to be sloppy drunk, blackout, and maybe this nightmare will be a blur tomorrow.

I’ll never have to remember some guy going to pound town on me.

I take a large gulp and put my cup down next to me.

“Spin it. You might get lucky and someone will spare you a kiss instead,” Brody adds as I swirl the bottle.

My heart attempts to burst out of my ribcage as the bottle slows down to a stop, landing on Satan himself.

I curl my fingers into tight fists in my lap.

His hand covers his mouth, concealing a smile as he laughs.

“I’d rather fuck you, so take something off,” Brody bites his bottom lip soaking it up.

I feel like a pole dancer but without the dollar bills thrown at me.

“In your dreams!” Charlie snatches cards in the pile and chucks them in his face. Her cheeks burn, and her fierce eyes glare him down.

“You had your chance!” Brody shoots back at her. “I can fuck whoever I want now, and she’s kinda hot.”

“Dickhead!”

“I can’t wait for emo girl to lose again. I’ll make you take off that black bra of yours.” The Alpaca licks his lips as he eyeballs me up and down. All the Brads and Chads lean into each other’s ears and whisper.

“Well damn. If you’d landed on me, I would have kissed you.” Noah’s friend slurs.

“Screw them. Take it off and show them what they’ll never have.” Charlie curls her lip under her teeth. Noah’s friend shoots a roguish grin, and temptation is written all over his face.

I gulp down the tightness lodged in my throat and weasel out of my crop top.

“My best friend is gorgeous!” Charlie encourages me, shaking my shoulder.

I’m flattered, and a slight smile forms on my lips for a brief moment before my insecurities settle in again.

I doubt I’m actually pretty, and I know my poker face sucks because losing seems to be written on my forehead until Brittni folds several rounds.

Plenty of spit-swapping sessions occur, but now she is down to her matching cherry red lingerie.

She lands on Brody a few times, and he makes out with her.

He checks to see Charlie’s reaction every moment after, and it’s so brutal between them that my own chest hurts for her.

“I already made you squeal earlier. You want round two, don’t you baby?

” Brody tells Brittni as she unclips her bra.

“I like it when you take off your clothes.” She holds her bra between her fingers before doing the I’m-cute-head-tilt.

A grin greets her pink lips, and the garment falls to the floor.

Great, Brittni’s got great boobs too. I stare at the ceiling or anything else other than her nipples as I wrap my arms around my own bra.

Charlie loses a few rounds and tends to land on Noah.

She continues to kiss him, tongue and all.

Noah even adjusts himself in his jeans. When he throws down a completely shitty hand, he takes a swig and spins.

It points to Charlie. She chuckles, batting her long lashes at him, and says, “Cheater. You’re doing this on purpose. ”

“What will it be?” Noah asks. Charlie grabs a fistful of his hair and plunges her tongue down his throat.

Brody’s face molds into disgust. Neither of them are over each other and there is no doubt in my mind they’re messing with each other’s heads. Charlie pulls away and stares Noah dead in the eyes, and I overhear him whisper. “You better land on me.”

One by one, garments fall to the floor with each hand we play. Naomi folds, lands on Scottie P, and they leave. Brittni spins on a Chad stripped down to his tight boxer briefs and they disappear together.

On the king-size bed behind us, Autumn makes out with some dude with an ebony six-pack and the biggest ball sack I’ve ever seen.

My stomach plummets to the floor when the headboard thumps against the wall, and the room turns into a Pornhub video with the cheek slapping and the exaggerated moans.

Brody whips out his phone and starts filming for several minutes until they reach a climax.

My head is between my knees the entire time, as I keep giving myself the pep talk everything will be okay. But it’s definitely not.

My whole body convulses as I’m still down to my matching black bra and panties.

I’m dizzy and at any second I could vomit on myself.

Drumsticks bang on my heart at the realization I lost the next round.

Another shot burns down my throat and I spin the bottle.

It lands on Brody like it has every single time I’ve lost. The bottle is possessed.

“Damnit!” I swear the devil is out to get me.

“Take it off, so I can put you on this bed next.” He laughs. “Maybe I’ll go slow."

All I want to do is find an excuse to race out the door.

If I lose again, I’m going to have to walk out of the room in shame with some random dude and sleep with him.

Or worse, Brody. With my luck, it will land on him, and I will straight up spit in his face if it does.

I inhale a deep breath and fumble at the strap, unclasping it.

Brody bites the edge of his lips as my breasts spill out and he continues to smirk, liking what he sees.

When Charlie loses the next round, she drops her bra on the floor like nothing. I don’t feel as bad, but the closer I get to the end, the worse the sensation becomes in my chest. I’ve left indents of my nails on my palms and I’m about to sever my skin wide open.

“You’re hot!” Brody whips out his phone, and the flash incinerates my retinas.

“Too bad you’re not going to touch them.” Charlie sticks a tongue out at him. I curl my legs up to my chest to cover up.

Seven shots deep and my fingers tingle, my head swims in a lake of intoxication. It’s bad enough I’m craving another hit of pot. If I have a bit more to smoke, I’ll see sounds and hear colors. But I’m not blacking out like I want.

The hundredth hand is dealt and Charlie flat-out folds, with no value to her cards. She didn’t try, and I think she wanted to spin the bottle one last time to get this over with. Her cheeks are flushed, and I know she’s swimming just as bad as I am.

Her eyes don’t leave Noah’s as she takes a shot and twirls the satanic bottle. It spins and the look on Brody’s face turns sour when it slows down and misses him by an inch. It points directly at Noah.

“Well damn...” Charlie dips her head to one side. “I guess I got lucky.”

Noah pushes his hair back, his cheeks flushing red, as he nervously chuckles. “I think it’s the other way around.”

Charlie crawls over the carpet to Noah, and she runs a hand across his thigh to the obvious bulge. She kisses him on the cheek, moves to his lips, and says, “Let’s get out of here.” They are both consumed with idiotic laughter. Noah clearly has no idea what to do with himself and neither do I.

Brody’s nostrils flare, his fists curling. “Bitch,” I watch his lips mouth the word as they leave. Out of all the players I’ve seen walk out, they are the most excited.

“Well, we always save the best for last, don’t we, Emo Girl?” Brody grins and it dawns on me. I’m the last girl with thirsty dudes waiting to see if they can claim me for their prize.