I'll try to keep the intros short. As always, please review if you have the time and please excuse any mistakes.
Sam counted and recounted the money in his palm. "I can't afford to pay for that," he said regretfully, laying his scant pile of bills on the table.
Mercedes shrugged unsympathetically as she tapped the board with her purple painted nails. "It's only $2000, Sam. It's four of the orangish ones," she teased.
"Ha ha ha, woman. I don't have it. Can I write you out an IOU?"
"I'm sorry, the Bank of Mercedes only accepts cash, babe."
Sam licked his lips and scanned his competitive girlfriend up and down. He wasn't quite ready to lose yet so a bargain seemed like his best bet. "There has to be some other way I can pay."
She thought for a moment, rubbing her chin as she mulled over an idea. Sam watched her intently as the wheels turned inside her head. "Alright," she said finally, "I'll make a deal with you because you're so cute. Give me 100 bucks and your boxers."
"My what?" he questioned in a tone that reflected both his excitement and his worry.
"You heard me. Boxers or you can forfeit. You're also free to hand over any of those lovely hotels."
"Not a chance. You want my boxers, you can have 'em." Sam stood up and began unbuttoning his jeans. "Can I have a little privacy, please?"
"Sorry," Mercedes giggled and quickly placed a hand over her eyes. Sam dropped his jeans and stepped out of them, then out of his boxers immediately after. He flung the Batman-adorned undergarment onto the table into Mercedes' large stack of money and properties as he reached to pull his jeans back on.
"Can I look, now?"
He shrugged, unafraid to show her something she'd already seen before, "Sure," he said pulling the denim over his thighs.
Mercedes removed her hand from her face and shrieked as she caught him carefully tucking his dick into his pants. "Sam!"
"Sorry. You really shouldn't have people getting undressed at the Bank of Mercedes, it's unsanitary."
Mercedes shook her head, snatching the cream-colored $100 bill Sam handed her as he sat back down. She picked up the dice and shook them in her hand before dropping them onto the board with a solid plop.
"Eleven," Sam said, counting the spaces her race car would soon be moving. She picked up her silver game piece and trotted it past the purple and orange properties and rounded the corner into the red territory Sam had colloquially nicknamed "Death Valley." He grinned with devilish pride as she stopped on Indiana Avenue; the property already decorated with one of the few hotels Sam had managed to snag. Aside from the three hotels and the occasional house, Sam was also the proud owner of all four of the railroads. Mercedes traded the three she owned in exchange for the Park Place deed next to an unowned Boardwalk. She was feeling lucky and her feeling was right as she picked up a Chance card, sending her directly to the space and allowing her to complete her plan of placing hotels on both of the most valued properties. She thought the game would be over after that but somehow Sam had managed to stay afloat. Now, as she grimaced, searching through her wad of bills for the amount she owed him, her plan changed form a quick, friendly game to taking the shirt off of her boyfriend's back with no remorse.
"How much is it?" she asked, pulling out several $100 bills from her thick stack.
"The Bank of Sam is not currently accepting cash," Sam mocked.
Mercedes narrowed her eyes at Sam and spoke slowly as she asked, "What are you accepting?"
Sam plucked at an imaginary piece of lint on his t-shirt as he spoke nonchalantly. "Underwear. Bras and or panties. Your choice."
Mercedes couldn't help but grin as she pulled her arms into her blouse. She expertly unhooked her bra and slid her arms out of it all under the cover of her shirt.
Sam sat straight up as she dropped the pink piece of lingerie into his lap. "No fair," he whined, "I didn't even get to see anything."
"You should have asked for undies," Mercedes said as she pushed the dice in his direction. "You're up."
Before Sam knew it, he was naked at their dining room table, trying to ignore the gentle taps of his hardness against the table as he reached to move his game piece. After three consecutive rolls of double numbers, Mercedes landed herself in jail. Meanwhile, he was flinging clothes left and right as she sat comfortably in her underwear and blouse, refusing to use her "Get Out of Jail Free" card. An unlucky roll landed him on her hotel-adorned Pennsylvania Avenue and he had to stop himself from swiping the game board to the floor and taking Mercedes on the table as she bounced in her seat awaiting her payment. He watched as her breasts moved in her shirt, hard nipples, peeking through the thin fabric. Quickly realizing he didn't have the cash to cover his debt, he got another idea.
"That's 1400 bucks, Sam," she stated, holding her palm out expectantly.
He rose from his seat and moved to stand behind Mercedes. "Still can't afford it, darlin," he said, leaning over behind her chair. "But I can pay you in another way." Swiping her hair to one side, he leaned close behind her, giving her a determined lick from her collar to her earlobe.
She shuddered at the contact, her voice shaky she asked, "How's that?"
Her question fell into the air surrounding them, going unanswered as Sam palmed her breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers. She leaned into his touch, allowing soft moans to escape her mouth when she felt his hand trail down her soft stomach and to the front of her underwear.
He swiped two fingers across her damp, panty-clad slit, grazing her clit in the process. She mumbled his name, thrusting her hips upward in an attempt to regain his touch.
"Your turn," he whispered in her ear, before moving back to his seat and settling himself back into his previous position.
"That wasn't worth $1400," she argued.
It was his turn to offer an unsympathetic shrug, a crooked grin in place as he told her, "Sorry, no refunds."
Mercedes huffed as she picked up the dice and jiggled them in her hand, eyeing the game board and counting the number of spaces she would have to move before her piece landed back into "Death Valley" and she had another debt to pay.
