THE TRIPLETS GAME OF s*x

Naked on stage!

The room was very large, with enough space to house all ten girls. There were ten bonk beds hooked on the wall for them to sleep. Inside the room had a ten spaced bathroom and a ten spaced wardrobe filled with wears that screamed s****l activity. There was a red flat-screen television inside the room which had the Macmiller triplets initials, CTK at the top. The girls scattered around the room, getting acquainted with the settings.

“ Lindy, Maria, What do we do? “ Jeane found her sisters with a hesitant question.

“ I have already gotten you here, you have to act on your own. Don't make it a habit talking to me so that the other girls won't suspect. And it’s Red to you! “ Lindy warned as she located a bed far from her sisters.

“ Stay close to me, I'll help. “ Maria directed Jeane to a bed beneath hers. “ My one advice is to get in your head. Don't have any holdback or limitation. “

“ Thanks Blue. “ Jeane said with relief.

Maria hoped she was able to take her own advice.

The doors opened and a large tray of food entered the room. It was a rich and balanced diet. Food was not a problem for the Macmiller triplets and they provided in full. The girls ate and drank whatever they pleased. Soon, the lights went off and they went to sleep.

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The girls were fast asleep when the television blared on. A male official voice was heard. “ Wakey, Wakey, little angels. I’ts time to play. Get dressed in the sexiest way possible, represent your colors and gather at the hall.

The girls did as they were told. There were lingeries of different speck hanging in the wardrobe. As Maria decided which to wear, she glanced at her sister Lindy. Lindy appeared to be more experienced, that was because of her job at the stripclub.

“ Hey Red, “ Maria whispered softly, “ Any tips on what to wear? “

Lindy instantly was angry, “ Look Blue, help yourself. I don't want you looking like me. “ She hissed and walked away.

Maria was in distraught. She wanted something to stand out from the other girls and so she wore a long tie on her neck. That was her favorite work tie, and now it was serving a different purpose.

Jeane was restless, unsure of what to do, she began scrutinizing closely the other girls.

Katherine Orange was the tallest girl in the room. She looked Asian or Chinese, jeane could not tell. But Katherine seemed like a failed model who took the game of s*x as a consolation. She barely talked to the other girls since she knew her way around. But she was bold when she spoke.

Eunice Peach was always on the move. She was either taking off her shoes or fixing her face. Maybe that was her way of releasing stress.

Emma Wine was the only Black girl in the room, she had natural black dreads which fell to her waistline. Jeane percieved that her race made her worried. It was evident that Emma had tried gaining a close relationship with the other girls but she was shunned. Ashamed, she sat on a spot in silence.

Payne Indigo looked confident in herself. Her constant affirmation in front of the mirror proved that fact. Jeane took note that Payne had full brown hair, her plush skin and well trained lashes appeared as though she was well to do. Maybe Payne got greedy and wanted 1 million dollars, who knows?

Hope Violet was away and counting every minute that they spent dressing, seems like she was an accurate time keeper. Hope looked younger than all the girls. Maybe 16 or 17. The frigid in her eyes told a different dark story. That she was an underaged child, running from her family in search of freedom money. The Macmiller game of s*x was the unfortunate bid.

Stacy Green was like her color, alive and agile. But something about her shape was odd. Her stomach area just above her pelvic was slightly protruded. Was she perhaps pregnant? Jeane minded her business.

Then there was Dencia Purple. Vile eyes, snubby nature with a sharp long black hair to compliment her rude and condescending persona. With the way she two minute crafted her dressing and makeup, jeane could tell that the almighty Dencia was street smart. Chances are that she was a stripper like Lindy.

Jeane watched in dismay as the other girls got comfortable in their wears. She had done a change of clothes for five times but wasn't feeling confident in any.

“ Already looking frustrated? We haven't started the first round. “ Emma, the black skinned girl said.

“ What is your color? “ Jeane wanted to make sure she was identifying right.

“ Wine. “

“ Wine, right… I'm Yellow. “

Emma was average height, she had frail white eyes that screamed desperation. Jeane could only imagine the dilemma that caused Wine to partake in the game of s*x.

“ You having a hard time? “ Emma asked in caring tone.

Jeane nodded, “ I don't know, I feel like I'm missing something. “

“ Well then, let me help. “

Jeane was surprised that Emma wanted to help. The other girls had been in an uptight state, each of them only cared about their positions in the game. Even her own sister Lindy.

“ Think about your color and how it relates to you. What does yellow mean to you? “ Emma asked.

Jeane pondered, “ Hope. “

“ There you go. “

Jeane's spirit was lifted, a gush of fresh air visited her. “ I have an idea. “ She rushed open the drawers and surfaced a yellow lipstick which she drew an anchor shape on her forehead. The anchor was a symbol of hope and strength. Jeane was ready for the first round. All thanks to her new friend Wine.

The whistle from the television blared loud, indicating that it was time up for dressing. The girls exited the room and gathered in the hall.

The Macmiller triplets appeared on the staircase with a look that bamboozled the girls. They had no clothes on, they were completely naked. The only clothing they wore was their netted mask to cover their faces.