Eve eyed the row of little figures on the edge of the table. She had dropped down to their level to get a better view. "Did you paint these?" she asked Dave.

"We both did." Rebecca answered, "I did that one, that one and...... that one. And all of mine." She proudly pointed at the figures in front of her.

They were sat around a large oval dining table. Dave had his own set of figures in front of his seat. He was busy laying out landscape and buildings "We're going to set up a production line some time, do whole armies at once."

Eve took the pad and pen Rebecca offered her. "Is this going to turn me into a geek?" she asked.

"If you're lucky, yes." There was something cheeky, almost suggestive, about Rebecca's smile. In her own home she was quite different from the businesslike co-worker Eve knew. Her hair was cut short, in a way that perfectly suited her small round face. She wore a tight white T-shirt and cut off denim shorts and was barefoot. Eve had the impression that this off duty Rebecca could be very naughty. A thrill ran through her body, her nipples tautened and the tops of her thighs suddenly felt very warm. It had been a long time since she had had thoughts like that about another woman. She took the pad and unconsciously covered her chest from view with it.

"This is our Sunday hangover cure. It gets the brain working again."

"I don't think it's fair that you two already know the rules."

"We'll be gentle with you. And we'll explain everything as it comes up."

"Including the special rules." Rebecca chipped in. Dave looked surprised at this. They shared a quick glance. "If they come up." Rebecca added.

"Okay. So what is the aim of the game."

"We'll do a simple capture the flag. To the deaths can take ages. Especially when the special rules are being used. You have to get one or more of your team into this building here," Dave pointed at a structure in the middle of the table, "and capture the token that's in there. Then you have to get the token back to your own base. All the time we will be trying to do the same, as well as flanking around to cut off each others' escape routes and steal the token back if we can. Bear in mind that the character with the token can't use their weapons, so you may want to give that job to whichever has the weakest weapons. You've got the cards which tell you speeds, strength etcetera. The rest will become obvious as we play."

Eve nodded. She wasn't sure this was going to help her hangover in the slightest. But she had to admit, she was intrigued, and Dave and Rebecca were good company. They'd been very understanding the night before when she got very drunk and went on about her break up with Martin. She could see this being fun, in its own geeky way, and far better than the moping and feeling sorry for herself she would have been doing at home. "Okay then. Let battle commence." she declared.

Eve didn't really think about tactics, she just had all her figures rush for the structure. Surely they'd stand a better chance in a fight if they were all together. Rebecca and Dave seemed to be doing the same. As they drew closer, however, they began spreading out, coming around the building rather than entering it. Eve sent her thief in for the token and tried to arrange the others for defence.

Rebecca and Dave sent characters after the token as well. Bigger, meaner characters. Eve's small and weak thief was caught by four barbarians and run through in a couple of conclusive dice rolls. "Are you teaming up against me?" she pouted.

"No. Not really. Now we get to fight each other for the token." Dave admitted.

"It's a shame about the thief," Eve sighed, "I was going to have him run away with the token whilst the rest of my team kept you busy."

"Well there is a special rule." Rebecca offered. "You can resurrect him if you want."

"Really? How?"

"Well, the way we play it is a forfeit. Swap a piece of clothing for your character back."

"You play this as a strip game?"

"It certainly takes our minds off the hangover." Dave said with a smile. "Of course we don't have to if...."

Before he'd even finished, Eve was pulling her T-shirt off. She wasn't sure why she did it, the only explanation she could come up with was that she wanted to see what happened next. Her only regret was that she was wearing a plain bra. Dave looked surprised, but happy. Rebecca smiled. "Where can I put him?"

"Back with the rest of your team, I guess." Dave moved the figure back to its team mates.

Across the table, the nipples on Rebecca's tiny tits stood out, pressing against the material of her T-shirt. Eve knew what her next tactic was going to be. She turned her gang towards the structure, trapping Rebecca's two barbarians between her full force and Dave's barbarians. Rebecca's smile actually got bigger.

Tactics went out of the window as everyone stormed into the building. Rebecca's barbarians put up a spirited defence, but they fell at the same time. Eve looked at her across the table and raised her eyebrows questioningly. "We'll wait until the end of the round and then settle up." Dave said, "I reckon there'll be a few more deaths before we're done."

There were several more deaths. One of Dave's barbarians also fell under the onslaught, and Eve lost two of her team. Rebecca's thief blundered into the building and was quickly despatched. "That's a lot of resurrections." Eve smiled. "Who wants to go first?"

Rebecca stood and pulled off her T-shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra. Eve grinned at the tiny tits with their prominent stiff nipples. She grinned even more as Rebecca slid the cut offs down her legs and revealed she wore no knickers. Her pubic hair was trimmed neatly above prominent puffy labia lips. Eve could feel herself heating up just looking. She slipped off her bra and pulled down her jeans. Dave pulled his T-shirt off and tossed it aside. He turned to his girlfriend, "Didn't you lose three fighters? That was only two pieces of clothing."

"I need to do another forfeit?"