Jen reached the car first and fished in her purse for the keys. She handed the plastic bag, which contained "The Game of Change: Bachelorette Edition", to Molly. Molly took the bag reluctantly, and shifted uneasily on her feet beside the passenger door.
With a triumphant gesture, Jen produced the keys from her bag. "Can you believe that guy? He was a total freak, but at least he gave us this sweet game for nothing." Jen unlocked Molly's door as she started up the car.
"I got a really bad feeling from him," said Molly, "and my mother always told me that the women in my family are usually correct with their hunches." Jen gave Molly the look that said "I don't need the, 'My Grandmother was a witch' speech again." Molly let her eyes fall on the bag in her lap. She removed the game from the bag and ran her fingers over the embossed lettering. Molly had always been a worrier, it was usually written all over her fair features. Jen, on the other hand, was a risk-taker. She enjoyed kick boxing, skydiving, and, well, the list went on. The two had been great friends all through high school and become lovers in college. Now they were on the way to watch yet another one of their friends take the plunge into marriage, at least the bachelorette party was 'Now Boys Allowed'.
After a short drive, Jen and Molly arrived at Jessica's apartment. Jessica had agreed to host Tiffany's bachelorette party and keep the bride-to-be busy while the others set everything up. Jessica was a young lawyer, a bit repressed, perhaps, but she had a good head on her shoulders. All the girls had fuzzy memories of college parties where Jess had locked herself in some corner room to study. To the best of their knowledge, Jess had never really 'cut loose' and tonight would likely be no different. Tiffany, on the other hand was a notorious party girl. Prom Queen in high school, she started dating the quarterback senior year. They stayed together all through college and were about to tie the knot. Tiffany was of Asian and Scandinavian heritage, and had gotten the best of both worlds; tall, ample breasts, toned frame and jet black hair and subtle Asian features. Jen had always found her incredibly attractive, though, at the end of the day, she preferred waify girls like Molly.
Jen and Molly collected their bags from Jen's car and knocked on the door. Waiting for a moment, the girls looked at each other. Jen became impatient and slowly turned the know. It was unlocked and she let herself inside. "Surprise!," came a cry from multiple covert positions in the apartment. Out popped the heads Michelle, Lauren and Wendy. "Premature jubilation, ladies," said Jen as she dragged a startled Molly into the apartment.
"Sorry," said Michelle, a curvy black woman. "We thought you were..."
"Jess and Tif, I know," said Jen as Molly looked around the apartment. All around there were pink streamers and pink balloons, some of which looked like impossibly large breasts, and long balloons with sharpie smiles drawn on their bulbous tips; cartoony dicks.
"The apartment looks...nice," said Molly, sheepishly.
Jen gave Molly a playful nudge. "And they think WE'RE the lesbos's, heh." Molly left out a little giggle, but stopped herself. Jen took the bag from Molly's wrist and removed "The Game of Change". "Gather around, Girls, Molly and I brought the entertainment for the evening." Michelle and the others followed Jen to a nearby coffee table. Lauren, the air-headed, blonde bimbo, was already on her second margarita. Her tight, metallic purple outfit looked liked it would be more at home in a nightclub than an apartment. The skimpy dress strained under Lauren's 38DD (fake)breasts, and barely covered her toned ass. Wendy rolled her wheelchair up to the table. An accident from her childhood had left her paralyzed from the waist down, but she'd managed to adapt well to her situation. Her features were dark and sharp and her upper body was strong; she repeatedly bested Jen in arm-wrestling contests when each had had a bit too much to drink.
As the girls huddled around the game, and Jen opened the lid, they heard the sound of keys jingling near the front door. Molly herd Jessica's muffled voice call out "I just need to grab a sweater from inside." This was the signal, and the girls waited for the door to slowly open. "Surprise!!", they yelled when they saw Tiffany's shocked face.
"It's a girls night IN, bitch" said Jen playfully. Hugs and booze freely flowed for the next hour. The girls reminisced about old times and made many jokes at each other's expense. Gag gifts were given to the guest of honor: bath oils, flavored lube, a large black latex dildo, and a female inflatable love-doll from Jen and Molly. At one point, Jen made an impassioned toast and announced that it was time to play a game.
Jen tossed the rulebook aside and began setting up the pieces. "Oh, look, there are exactly seven game-pieces," said Tiffany, with genuine surprise, "most games max out at six players".
"Yea, pretty lucky, huh Molly?" Jen gave molly a hug, which she shrugged off.
"I'm telling you, hun, I have a bad feeling about this game." Molly's face was more pale than usual.
"Well, have another drink," said Jen, handing Molly a margarita glass, "that should help."
"So, who goes first?" tiffany asked...