Head upstairs

It turns out that rough draft of the paper you wrote the prior night was complete and utter garbage. It takes several hours for the two of you, mostly Charlotte, to re-work it into something that might actually get a good grade. There are a couple of embarrassing typos she has to correct as well, including the misspelling of her own name. Somehow she’s so productive while also being a little tipsy. She had a solo cup filled with what appeared to be Coke when you got here, and when she served you one, you realized it wasn’t only Coke. Then each of you had a couple more.

On the bright side, it’s nice to spend some time with her one-on-one. You’re sure the next time you run into her, you’re not going to come off as so…forgettable.

She suddenly shuts the laptop the two of you are working on, placing her hands over her abdomen. “I’m sorry, I’m absolutely famished.” She remarks. “If I don’t get something to eat soon, I think I might out”.

You try to explain that you’re on a budget and might not be able to afford dinner.

Oddly, she lights up at that comment.

“You can earn it then! I’ve got a game for us to play, and if you can beat me at it, I’ll give you $100! And even if you lose, I’ll cover dinner. Absolutely ridiculous that you’re going to go without eating here.”

Dinner if you lose, $100 if you win. That’s more than enough to scrape by, that’s thriving. Plus, she’s got such a contagious smile that it’s impossible to say no to her.

“OK, I’m game. How do I play?” You ask. Easy choice, $100 is $100.

“So, this is a bit of a naughtier game, so let’s lock up the room.” Charlotte takes a couple of graceful steps towards the door, flicks the deadbolt, and turns to face you again. “Wouldn’t want anyone else stumbling upon our little fun, now would we?”

“The game’s called Dirty Roshambo. I’m sure you’re familiar with rock-paper-scissors, but this game’s got a twist. She brandishes a small deck of cards. Each round will be decided by this deck. Every round, you’ll draw a card. If I win in rock-paper-scissors, I’ll get to kick, punch, slap, or somehow batter your boy parts based on what the card says. But if you win, you’ll get to do the same thing to my lady bits.”

“And how do we decide the winner?” You reply. “Oh, that’s easy.” She replies. “If you’re too injured to go on, feel free to forfeit at any point. Me, I’m not planning on losing, but if I can’t keep on, I’ll forfeit too.”

“One last thing I forgot to mention! There are no bathroom breaks in this game. If either of us can’t control their bladder, you’ll have to just relieve yourself on the floor.”

“And bladder control may be difficult, as we’ve each started with three rum-and-cokes. It helps dull the pain a bit.”

Charlotte abruptly shimmies out of sweater, leaving her in just her yoga pants, bra, and presumably panties. “Come now, it wouldn’t be naughty if we got to keep any of our clothes on.” She says, running her index finger under your sweater. “I think kicking a lady in the junk is plenty naughty.” You respond. As if to convince you, she also slips out of her yoga pants, and now she’s just down to her undergarments.

You don’t need any more convincing.

Once you’re down to just boxers, she grabs hold of your waistband and tugs them off. She follows it up by removing her own bra and panties. Her tits are somehow even bigger than you’d imagined, and her downstairs is completely clean-shaven. “I thought I might be showing a boy what’s under my knickers today, so I prepared. Do you like it?” She asks.

You’re nearly speechless, so you dumbly let out an affirmative grunt.

“Good, because if you’re going to do well, you’ll become very familiar with it. Since you’ve never played before, I’ll be examining your man-parts after each round to ensure I haven’t broken them. I’m a nursing major, so I know what I’m doing.” She explains.

You’re not sure how much she can actually diagnose here, but you’re also grateful that she’s offering to keep an eye on you. You accept her offer.