See, There is a group of men, we will call the Game Players. a league of select men who play a high stakes game. The Game, as women refer to it. 1... of us are in on the game. The most women, of highest quality. We all rate the girl and average her score out between the 10 of use. Then the guy that bags the girl gets points on a percentage basis of what base her got to with her. (I.E> girl averages out to a 8, Jimmie could only get to 3rdw ith the prude bitch, so he gets 75% of 8. 50%. I sat on my bed and pulled my jeans off. I thought to myself about whether I should take my panties off or keep them on. I would have a towel over me anyway. No way! I would feel so strange, and vulnerable.I realised that I felt a tinge of horniness at the idea, but I couldn't do it. I swung to the other extreme and went into the bathroom to find my bikini bottoms to put on instead. They were soaking wet still from yesterday at the beach. I looked for a pair of bikini or boy-short panties, but. . or chaperone ... would have to get it stopped and then walk back, unless he ... or she ... had a horse in the baggage cars. But they should have heard something by now, even if it was just a telegraph message. She'd been missing from that train for hours.He looked back up at her face. Her cheeks were pink now, though her breathing had slowed since he stopped stroking her clitoris. He moved up to her shoulder and, stared at her. Yes, her color was much better now. He had done enough. He. I’ll volunteer.” I finished with a grin. “Yeah, that’s for sure not it. You gotta let ‘em in before you can control them.” She replied quickly. “Oh. Does that mean...” I trailed off. “Yes” she replied, again quickly, running her words together like she was afraid of them, “I’m a virgin. The guys keep leaving me because I won’t let them in. I’ve never had a dick in me. I HAVE sucked a couple, tho.” With that she grinned and twirled away thru the crowd of dancing bodies, and I was unable to.