"Five, six, seven" she counted as she moved her token around the board.
"Mayfair, with 3 hotels and sixteen houses. How is that possible!"
"Mayfair! That's mine. Rent is only $1,500" he grinned.
"I don't have that kind of money. I didn't even pass Go!" She said.
With a cheeky gleam in her eye she said "how can I repay you?"Slowly she unbuttoned her silk blouse to reveal her black lace bra. "Can I offer you payment in kind?"
He liked the black lace bra, especially the soft flesh that it held. But the monopoly game had only just started, and there was money to be made, properties to purchase, trading to enjoy. Not to mention a game to be won!
He liked competing and chose not to let himself be distracted so early in the game, but he smiled as he enjoyed the view of her cleavage framed in black lace.
"I'll accept an IOU for the money and a promise for the lace." He said.
"Okay, but remember that you had your chance. I might get lucky with the dice," she laughed. "And you might never see any more lace."
He smiled to himself thinking, "I might get lucky before the night is over." He picked up the dice and proceeded to roll two 'threes'.
He moved the required six spaces and landed on the square marked 'Chance?'
Now this was her 'special Monopoly board' and everything was a little different. The 'Chance Cards' were actually 'Reveal Cards' and asked players to reveal a deep secret about themselves or to remove some clothing. It was a Chance to learn something new, something unseen about your opponent.
He took a moment to study the woman across the table. His blonde opponent was about 25. She wasn't tall, maybe 5'2". Slender build but with curves in all the right places. He tried to look into her blue eyes but his focus kept slipping down to her cleavage. She had undone every button and partially opened her silk blouse.
He grimaced and reluctantly picked up the top card of the pile.
He read aloud, "Name your favourite place for sex or take off one piece of clothing". He thought for a moment before answering. Bed was the obvious answer, but if he wanted to get into her bed he had to be more imaginative.
He could feel a familiar movement in his jeans. Was he up to playing this game? Strip poker was one thing. He knew the odds and the cards were always kind to him. But he'd never played Strip Monopoly before. What was the kinky link between real estate and striptease?
He had to think carefully. He was just about to say his answer when she stopped him. "Don't forget the Penalty."
That's right, she had created a Penalty Clause. If you lied your opponent could demand a penalty. The exact rules were vague. He had the feeling that she made them up as she went along.
