Emily Plays The Game

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Todger65 really had to work editing this one. His virtual red pen had a field day and I can't thank him enough. I hope you enjoy the porn names as much as I did coming up with them.

Emily Plays The Game

To win the game, you have to accept the special prize

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Emily tried desperately to calm her nerves. It was Saturday and she had less than an hour left to prepare herself. She had won and now she waited to collect her special prize. Her need to have stability through wealth, along with her hyper-competitive nature, made it impossible for her to refuse to play the game. Tonight, would determine if she had truly won or lost.

Friday, a little over a week ago, her husband Brian had come to her with a proposal. He had been offered a position as the production manager for a company. They not only provided amazing benefits, but his salary would also be nearly double what he was currently making. Emily was super excited, but she could tell by the look on her husband's face that there was a catch. The smile left her face and she looked at her husband, "Ok, I see a but coming. You might as well get it out of the way. So, what is it?"

Brian had a strange look on his face, "Well, uhm, the company makes movies and, uhm, they're of an adult nature."

Emily's face expressed her shock, "You mean they make dirty movies?"

Emily was not a prude, but she was a private person. She had several lovers of various skill levels before she met her future husband, Brian. She liked sex, a lot, and Brian had proved to be the best lover of her life. They'd even watched dirty movies together, sometimes spending the entire day watching and fucking. Watching dirty movies was one thing, but her husband working for the people that make them was something else entirely. She wasn't so much concerned about the business, as long as it was legal. She was more concerned about what people would think when they found out.

Brian rushed to reassure her before she could say something she couldn't take back, "Look, I know this is a big shock for you, but I want you to consider the benefits. I think that you need to meet the people I'll be working with before you decide."

Emily put her hands on her hips, "How do you propose to do that?"

Brian smiled in his excitement, "The company's summer party is tomorrow, and we've been invited. You will be able to meet people ranging from the actors to the owners. It is something I want to do as well. I need to know that I will be able to work with them. Let's go to the party. If you decide to leave early that will be fine too, but please give it at least an hour. We'll talk on Sunday morning and decide from there. What do you think?"

Her face turned red, "I think I'll be hanging around a bunch of beautiful porn stars. I'm going to look plain as hell!"

Brian laughed, "If you wear that bikini you wore in the Bahamas, I guarantee you won't look plain."

Emily just turned redder, "That bikini is way too revealing, and I only wore it for you. I'd look like a total slut wearing it. Not to mention looking really plain next to those porn star hotties."

Brian shook his head, "You still aren't getting it. The party will be a contest between the actors to see who can dress the sluttiest. We are talking about porn stars here. They won't be the only ones there, but you can bet they will be the most notable. The rest of us will be just normal people being a little bit risqué because it's the perfect opportunity to do so. Worst case, it will be fun and we can come home and fuck like bunnies.

"I tell you what. Why don't you go put on that bikini and model it for me? Let's get you comfortable wearing it, then see what you think."

Emily stood in thought. On one hand she wasn't too happy about wearing such a revealing bikini. On the other hand, worst case, they would leave the party and never see any of them again. It wasn't like they would be posting pictures of her around the neighborhood. Deciding 'what the hell' she turned towards the bedroom, tossing her words over her shoulders, "I suppose you have a point. I'll be back in a few."

A few turned into an hour and Brian began to wonder if his wife had backed out and gone to bed early. He stood up with the idea of checking on her when she walked into the room. Brian was speechless. Emily spun in place, "You like? Sorry it took so long. I had to do some trimming and whatnot."

Brian had managed to get his speech back, "You look amazing and well worth the wait."

He was absolutely correct. Her long brown hair hung to her waist and her big green eyes were looking at him with a combination of curiosity and arousal. The bikini top was two rounded triangles that barely covered the areola of her pert c-cup breasts. The bumps of her erect nipples were clearly visible through the thin cloth. He wasn't a bit surprised that she had to do some trimming. The bottom was a thong that barely covered her labia. His eyes ran down her flat stomach and his cock came to attention as he gazed at her prominent mound. Her long muscular legs rose to meet a now fully exposed and, amazingly tight, ass. She looked eminently fuckable.

He took her hand and led her to the couch. She laid down with him and he searched for an adult film for them to watch. He found a video shot by his potential employer that they both thought they would like. Ten minutes later Emily's bikini was on the floor and her husband's face was buried in her crotch.

Nearly an hour later the couple took a break to recover their collective breaths. Emily snuggled against her husband, "I worry about you around all those hot women. How do I know you won't be seduced into cheating on me?"

Brian's response was immediate and sincere, "I will never cheat on you because I love you. I also don't shit in my own nest. I will have to work with them, and I can't let my personal life enter into my work life."

He held her tight, and she relaxed into him. She did trust him, although she didn't trust the women. After all, they were porn stars. They must love to fuck, and her husband was a great looking man as well as a wonderful lover. She would have to trust that he was strong enough to fight them off. That didn't mean she wouldn't keep both eyes open.

Emily chuckled, "If I only wear that bikini in ten-minute increments it's going to take more time than we have for me to get used to it."

Brian gave his wife's tit a squeeze, "Maybe so, but I sincerely hope that I have convinced you how hot you look in it."

Emily patted her husband's leg, "Ok, I'll go and I'll wear the bikini on one condition. I have a light summer dress that I usually wear over my bikinis. I will wear it to and from the party. If I don't feel comfortable, I won't be taking it off.

Brian knew that this was the best he was going to get. He was actually surprised that she was willing to go as far as she said. He didn't screw up by talking more. He kissed his wife, picked up the remote, and pressed play. The bikini spent the rest of the night on the floor by the couch.

Saturday night Brian and Emily arrived at the address they were given. Both were nervous wrecks as they drove through the gates and up a long driveway. They pulled to a stop in front of a massive mansion. Livered valets opened the car doors and the coupled exited their car. They looked at each other, their eyes wide, before walking up to the main entrance. The door was opened for them, and they entered the lavish home.

They were ushered into a nearby room that contained row after row of lockers. The valet pointed at an open locker, "Please put anything you don't want to get wet in the locker. Miss, I can see that you are wearing your swimwear under your dress. You will need to put your dress in the locker as well. Required dress is swimwear only."

Emily hesitated for a moment, but her curiosity got the better of her. She had to see this amazing mansion. She never dreamed that she would be at a party this high class and decided that she wasn't going to miss it. She slipped her dress over her head and hung it in the locker. She then watched as her husband dropped his shorts to reveal a blue speedo, "When did you get that? I can count the veins on your cock for goodness sake!"

Brian shrugged his shoulders, "I bought it yesterday. This is what they told me to wear."

Emily frowned, "Well, you better not get hard. You'll pop right out of that thing!"

There was a receiving line waiting for them when they walked in. It was an odd one because everyone was dressed either in revealing bikinis or skintight speedos. The first to greet them was one of the two owners. He shook Brian's hand heartily, "Brian! I am so glad you came. This vision of beauty must be your wife."

He extended his hand to Emily, "I'm Jack Brooks, co-owner of our production company. I sincerely hope that your husband accepts our offer. We need someone with his expertise and would love to have you both join our family."

Emily smiled up at the handsome man as he shook her hand. She took a quick look at his package without thinking and she liked what she saw. She couldn't help but think 'If all the men look like him this won't be bad at all!'

Next in line was Jack's wife Amy. Emily decided she liked her as soon as she met her. Amy was a very pretty woman, but she didn't act like it. She immediately put Amy at ease, "Amy it is so nice to meet you. I really want to talk with you later. I'll make sure any questions you may have will be answered."

The line continued as Emily and Brian met the other co-owner Steve Avery and his wife Milly. Steve made goosebumps go up Emily's arm when he took her hand. The bulge in his speedo nearly made her gasp. 'God, he's hot' ran through her mind before she shook Milly's hand. Milly exuded sex and Emily watched Brian closely as he was introduced to her. He was all business and didn't even twitch when the woman kissed his cheek.

The lead director was next. Stan Johnson was an intense looking man with a bit of a belly. Emily and Brian quickly learned that he had a rabid sense of humor and was actually very funny.

Then came the line of porn stars. Lisa Lips was a leggy blonde with 38 DD fake tits and huge pouty lips. She looked like a bimbo but talked like a professor. The two bits of floss she was wearing didn't really cover anything. Emily was too shocked to say much. She found out later that Lisa had a PhD in physics. She noted that Brian acted like the woman was wearing a burlap sack.

Morgan DePrave was next in line. The intense black-haired woman wore a studded leather thong, and nothing else. Her D-cup tits looked natural and her nipples were pierced. Golden hoops hung from her nipples and Emily had the horny thought that they just begged to be pulled. She looked at Brian intensely when he shook her hand. When she shook Emily's hand, she pulled Emily to her and whispered in her ear, "You're a hot one and I would love to play with you."

Emily flushed over most of her body. Something about the woman struck a chord in her. She decided that she needed to be very careful around Morgan.

Next in line was Rod Long. Emily nearly forgot where she was while looking at the tall black man's muscle definition. When her eyes glanced down at his speedo, she nearly exclaimed out loud. 'Holy shit he's hung'

Dick Thrust was next in line and Emily's knees got weak. The blonde hunk looked down at her and his blue eyes caught hers. She was frozen like a deer in the headlights until Brian pulled her hand, getting her moving to the next actor.

Tracy Tush was a petite smiling red head with an amazing body. She was also in the 'might as well be naked' category. Her thong split her bald vulva, leaving her pussy lips exposed. Her perfect c-cup tits were bare. Emily liked her immediately even though Brian did a bit of a double take when he saw her.

Emily realized that she had better watch herself just as much as she watched her husband. The temptations here were extreme.

Once through the receiving line, the couple began to wander through the mansion and out onto the massive pool deck. Emily figured that there must be two hundred people at the party, yet it didn't look crowded at all. She was amazed that there were that many people working for the production company.

She kept close to Brian for the first hour as they wandered around. Brian met with his potential direct reports and the shop talk had Emily bored in no time. Eventually Jack and his wife Amy found Brian and Emily. Jack took Brian aside for a private talk while his wife approached Emily, "Emily, why don't you and I find someplace quiet to talk?"

Emily readily agreed and Amy led her into the mansion. They walked down the hall and into a sitting room that made Emily's mouth drop open in awe. She got a hold of herself as Amy directed her to a plush leather couch. Amy had her sign the same non-disclosure agreement that Brian had, then picked up the phone and ordered wine before she sat down next to Emily, "I'm sure you have lots of questions and concerns. I hope that I can reassure you that this is a business like any other. We just so happen to have some very attractive people working for us and sex is our product. We have very strict fraternization rules, and they are enforced. The actors are well aware of that, as is the staff. Breaking the rules is grounds for instant dismissal.

"There are three exceptions. The first is If two of our employees are serious about dating. They must come to Human Resources and request an exception. If either or both are married, their spouse must accompany them and give their approval. HR reserves the right to deny the application and has done so more often than not."

Emily's forehead wrinkled as she thought about what she had just heard, "You mean that sometimes married couples want to date one of the actors? Isn't that a recipe for disaster?"

Amy smiled, "Yes, it can be. Which is why the request is often denied. Occasionally it works out well for all involved.

"The second exception is if an employee is taking part in the filming as an actor. That doesn't happen often, but it does on occasion.

There is a third exception and that is when the game is played."

"The game? What is the game?"

Amy took Emily's hand, "The game is played twice a year. Once at the summer party and once at the winter party. The summer game can only be played by female employees or the female significant others of employees. The winter game can only be played by male employees or the male significant others of employees. Actors, regardless of gender, cannot play.

"There are rounds of challenges contestants must complete to gather points. The player with the most points at the end wins. With the exception of the special award, prizes vary from year to year. This year the winner will receive a selection of the finest intimate wear available, a two thousand dollar gift certificate to Aman's clothing boutique, a one and one half caret diamond ring commemorating the win, a boudoir photo shoot scripted by the winner, full membership in our chain of swingers clubs, and fifty thousand dollars. Finally, the winner will receive a special award that they must collect the Saturday following the game. They must collect the special award, or they will not receive the other awards."

Emily's competitive nature came to the forefront. Some of the prizes she wasn't so sure about, but the diamond ring and especially the fifty thousand dollars had her excited to not only play, but to win. She wanted one more piece of information, "What is the special award?"

Amy laughed, "It's a secret, but I will tell you this. In the ten years we have held the games no one has ever complained about getting it."

Emily was so stoked to play that she never thought to ask why fraternization was allowed during the game, or even an issue. She sat with Amy for the next half hour, drinking wine, and getting more comfortable. She was definitely leaning toward letting Brian take the job.

Amy suggested that they join the other party goers as it was getting close to time for the game. Emily meandered about the pool area until she found her husband. Brian was talking to a group of people and they seemed interested in what he was saying. Emily gave him their private signal that she needed to talk with him, and he diplomatically broke off his conversation. Soon he was by her side.

He could tell that Emily was excited about something. She grinned up at him, "They have this awesome game with some amazing prizes, and I want to play. No, I don't want to play, I want to win!"

He didn't want to rain on his wife's parade, but he had talked to Jack and Steve. They had told him quite a bit about the game and he wanted to give his wife an out, "Yeh, I have heard some conversations about the game. You do realize that you will be asked to do some things that may make you very uncomfortable?"

She frowned up at him, "What do you mean dear."

His face was serious, "First of all, don't frown at me and please don't be sarcastic."

Email realized that she had been so focused on her competitive nature that she had lost all patience with her husband, "I'm sorry. I really am. It's just that I want to win the game."

He pulled her into a hug, then released her, "Ok, just realize that this is a bunch of people that use sex as a product. Their idea of a game will involve things that are way outside your normal life. You could be asked to do things that you wouldn't normally do. Sexual things."

She had her game face on, "I can handle it. Hell, do you know what the prizes are? They're fucking awesome!"

Brian realized two things. The first was that his hyper competitive wife wasn't going to give up on this. The other was that she had no idea what she was in for. The more he thought about it, the more titillated he became. It would be fun to watch her, and she could always quit at any time. He decided to settle back and enjoy the show. Worst case she would get extremely horny and he would enjoy watching, "OK honey, go for it. I will leave it to you to decide if, or when, to drop out. You have my permission to do whatever it takes."

A few minutes later Amy stepped out onto the pool deck with a microphone in her hand, "Hello everybody! Let me hear it if you're having a good time!"

Whoops and hollers answered, "It's time for the game. I need all of the lady contestants to come up here and stand in the roped off area to my left. No fooling around, the contest starts in five minutes. If you're not in the roped off area when I say time, you've lost your chance."

Emily hugged her husband and walked to the roped off area. She couldn't help but notice that some of the men were holding the women with them back. That seemed odd. A lot of other women remained unmoving. She thought it very strange that not every woman was interested in playing, for whatever dumb reason. She was one of the first to move into the roped off area.

At five minutes exactly Amy walked back onto the deck and announced, "Time." One woman who had some trouble escaping her significant other's grasping hands hadn't made it into the roped off area. She walked back to her significant other, slapped his face, and walked into the mansion. Emily was stunned by the display, but quickly returned her focus to Amy.

Amy turned her attention to the roped off area, "Tonight there are three rounds to the game. The highest scoring ten from the first round will move on to the second round. The best two from the second round will move on to the final round. Everybody understand? Show me your hands if you understand."

The eighteen women within the ropes all raised their hands. Amy turned to the crowd, "Our contestants will be equipped with a button glued to each tit. The right button is to be pressed by the men only. The left button is to be pressed by women only. It takes a bit of a technique to press the buttons so that we can limit the false presses. Please know that we will be watching, and cheaters will be asked to leave the party.

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