A bead of sweat rolled down your forehead, wiping it away would have been too distracting, you had to focus.

“Uno”

She’d just played her second to last card, a green eight atop your green two, now she looked at you with the indomitable confidence of an UNO player holding a wild card; A guaranteed win for her, unless you could play draw or a skip turn, which you could. You had been feeling pretty confident yourself until only the last turn - being in possession of the best card, the draw four. To have one at such a late point in the game was powerful and you had thought that, even as she made you skip a turn and draw the last card in deck, there was no way you could lose and yet here you now were desperately looking for an escape.

You could win, yes, of course, you could still play the draw four and then play this- this last card*, that would bypass the ridiculous rule of skipping your own turn… but that would also skip the *other effect, which was quite of interest to you.

Conversely, if you played the- the other card first, you’d most certainly lose the game… For the nineteenth time you re-read the custom rule scrawled in marker.

“The next player will suck your dick until you cry, skip your own turn”

This had been the very last card in the deck and it brought many distracting questions into your mind. Did she put this here on purpose? It seemed most unlikely, exhausting the deck in a game of UNO wasn’t a guarantee by any means, and this card you have would have been presumably completely useless to her if she’d drawn it; though that then brought about other questions you didn’t want to think about just yet. To orchestrate such a scenario where you drew this last card, then had to choose between a loss or emotional Christmas head seemed farfetched and unlikely to say the least.

From that then, the natural question was if she even knew this card was in the deck herself. Maybe it had been included for fun at some other time and forgotten? If you played the “suck my cock” card and it was, as you speculated, a forgotten relic then it’s possible she would, at best, make you skip a turn regardless without any teary-penis gobbling or at worse tell you to leave for being a huge pervert!

But then, there were other clues, external to the game. For example, this “Christmas party” had only two people, you and her. That was odd. You’d asked where everyone else was when you’d arrived and she’d just replied “oh they’re coming later, let’s play UNO!” And you were so excited to play UNO, your favourite game ever, that you’d forgotten to notice that no-one else seemed to be showing up or that your host didn’t seem bothered at all about that. Also the food spread was but a meagre bowl of peanuts and single pot of sour cream and chive Pringles; if more people were coming then they would surely be disappointed at the amount of food. There had been only two glasses out ready on the table, both now twinkling with half gone brandy, which again indicated that you were in-fact the only expected company. Maybe this was by design after all?

You would have to loose at UNO to find out, and you had a fifty-six game win streak at the moment! Was it worth it?

Over the top of the cards you clutched tightly, there she looked ever so smugly back at you. Did she know? Logically, you couldn’t reconcile with her knowing and this all being some kind of trap you’d fallen into… yet you definitely felt strongly that she did defiantly know and this was indeed all a trap you had fallen into; her eyes glimmered with pleasure as she subtly drank in your pressurised over-consideration - then again maybe you were imagining it, surely this situation was just too absurd to be real! But then again…

All the back and forthing in your head was making you feel dizzy. How long had you been thinking about this now? The clock on the wall said it had been almost a quarter of an hour since she took her last turn! You had been sat fidgeting and sweating in silence whilst she watched smiling for a quarter of an hour!!! The cards softened as your hands became sweaty; She was either “the most” politely waiting and wondering why you were such a freak or she was enjoying watching her victim drown. Were you going mad? Was it so unbelievable that a co-worker who you hardly knew invited you alone to her house, on Christmas, under the guise of a party, so she could suck your dick following beating you at an expertly rigged game of UNO?

Yes, but the evidence pointed to that being the case…

But it couldn’t be, It had to be coincidence-

But how could it be?

You were panting now, sweat running down your face. The voices debating in your head had broken into heated argument, jumbled points and disagreements shouting over each other louder and louder, thoughts beat on the insides of your eyes desperate to be understood. She was smirking at you.

You were better than this! The voice of your ego silenced the bickering crowd in your head. You were a logical person! Focus on the game! Get the win!

With determination, you moved to stare her down as you played the draw-four but your eyes got lost on the way,  led astray by the nipple she’d slipped free from under the fluffy trim of her slutty Christmas dress. Your ego cried as it watched you play the “dick sucking” card without another thought.

“Oh my” Her voice had genuine shock “How did THAT card get in there?”

Claret rushed to your face, panicking you looked around the room trying to find an excuse, an explanation - “Oh haha! O- Only JOKING HAHA-“ You stammered but looking back to where she was sat seconds ago you found the spot empty. Under the table she was already knelt between your legs undoing your flies and determinedly fishing around for your cock. The very moment it was freed she slurped it half-erect into her mouth like a thick noodle and her tongue wrung it painfully erect in mere moments, little hands held both your wrist down by your side and her eyes looked up at you in a way that made the submissive inside you sit still like a good boy.

On the table, you noticed her last card face up on the table, a green reverse. Something about knowing she could have ended the game a turn ago gave you a sense of dread. You wondered exactly how long it would be till her wringing throat and frantic tongue brought you to tears. The tight grip of her mouth and fingers made you strongly suspect she wouldn’t be stopping even after she had.