Affect their throwing motions...so to speak

You grin deviously, knowing that there is a way you can throw them off without being there. The guys are all constantly lusting after you, looking at you, but while they're throwing, it's all business. You down a nearby beer, not looking to see if it's yours or not, but knowing you'll need the liquid courage for what you're about to do, and you saunter over to the other team's sitting area.

"Oh, guys...you're so big and strong to have come back like this!" With a quick bend over to peer at them sitting down, all 10 eyes on the other team are drawn to your drooping jacket, looking down it to see how much of your body is exposed by your single garment as you strut (as well as you can in bowling shoes, anyways) towards the first bowler. "I'd be SUPER impressed if you won this game after the lead we just took."

You sit down next to him, and as he tries to squish away to let you have a seat on the bench, you're having none of it, leaning back into him as you land right on his groin area, feeling his hardness beneath your naked ass. "Do you boys mind if I get a little more comfortable?" You lean back with your hands to prop yourself up, landing one of them on the cock of another.

"Oops!" you giggle, and you squirm on your guy as Michael throws his first ball. Amazingly, it goes off target, and you struggle to get 'comfortable' as you lean back, your arm going around your quarry, giving him an all seeing view down your jacket.

"I find it so hard to bowl..." From the feeling you're getting beneath your ass, you're not the only one getting hard, as the flustered college guy almost pushes you off to make his throw. You don't notice Michael throw his first gutter ball of the game, nor the dirty looks you're getting from your team as you continue with your tease.

The second guy tries to get away as well, wise to your ploy, but although his brain is conscious of it, you see the rest of him isn't as you grab his knees. "Come on, big boy, you aren't afraid, are you?"

As you lean into him, you see his eyes looking down your top, before you step up, your toe nudging his groin area, before you realize that you're giving an obscene pussy shot to anyone with half a brain. Desperately, you flop yourself onto the seats, crawling at the other guys, managing to land a hand on both of their groins before they stand up.

While you didn't do as much as you wanted to, you got the intended result, as they're all hard, with their attention diverted elsewhere. You walk back to the counter to get some water, needing something in you to bring you to your senses.

The score amazingly stays even, as while you've done your job and 'hampered' the other team, the slump your team is in remains, and your team has only a 5 pin lead heading into the final throwers.

You grab the guy's ass as he walks up, whispering 'good luck' to him, but he pays you no heed as he makes his throws. He was the weakest bowler in the group but he scores 10, putting you down by 5 with you still to throw. With a shudder, you walk up to the balls, feeling every bit of the damp air on your mostly exposed body.

There's no catcalls, or whistling that had accompanied your previous throws, as you rear back and throw as hard as you can, your arms tired from both the bowling you've done so far and...your 'other' activities so far today. Your throw nets you 4 pins, and leaves you needing 2 pins for the win.

Your concentration is so intense, your senses heightened as you try to focus on your win, only thinking of the thrill of victory ahead of you, and your ride home, that you played a part in making sure your team won.

You don't even consider that your team could be throwing the game, angry at your teasing antics and being a slut for the other team, and that they'd leave you to the wolves and let you 'pay up'. Or that the other team is lusting after you even more, one of the guys moving into position to disrupt your last throw and finally get your just rewards for prancing in front of 9 college age boys in just a jacket, flashing and teasing them for the entire game, letting them buy you drinks but not paying up...

Your hand reaches for your final ball...