Amazingly...a draw...so onto game 2!

(credit to a couple of excellent suggestions in my feedback for this thread which I'll try to do justice - I didn't think about a tie! - M)

You slip slightly as you make your throw quickly, eluding the grasp of one of the guys who had moved forward to 'help' you, and it teeters dangerously down the lane, closing on on the gutter as you hug your jacket close in to your body, the tension in the air, which seems to have gotten more humid since you got in, beads of sweat starting to form on your skin. Your ball grazes a pin on the right edge, and it wobbles for a few seconds before falling over, not knocking over any other pins.

"A tie? What the hell do we do now?" shouts one of the guys from the other team.

"Rematch. Double the stakes again." shouts Michael confidently, as he and the rest of your team walk back from the bar. You frown in puzzlement, both at the raising of the stakes, and at the fact they hadn't been watching your shot, but you shrug in agreement, tiptoeing not so carefully back to your seat, your legs spread widely, carelessly.

As you steal glances at the guys, ogling your legs which were now exposed in your tiny jacket - almost up to your ass, even from the side - you know that you'll have to try harder, in more ways then one. Sure, they were still 'hard' looking at you, but there was hard, and then there was so-hard-that-they-could-barely-walk.

You intended to push the other team to the latter, so that Michael's team - your team - could win. Both teams waste no time in starting up again, and while you still clap when your teammates throw strikes - especially Michael - you amp up your celebrations for your 'opponents', whom you'd paid no interest in up until now.

It starts off with you hugging their leader after his throws, pressing your cheek against his, your mostly exposed stomach and cleavage into his chest, and slowly rubbing your thighs against his jeans and legs. You 'accidentally' bump your knee into his groin, and giggle.

"oops...." You back away, making sure he's stealing glances at your nearly naked body as you turn around, feeling his eyes on your backside, but not the glares from your allies, wondering why you're cozying up to the other guys.

For the next thrower, it's a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. "that was such a nice throw..." Your run a stray hand down his body, stealing a glance at his midsection before returning to your seat.

For the third guy, you simply meet his gaze, your fingers playing with the button on your jacket before you meet his gaze with a smile, and you can see he's already gone as he barely manages to keep his first throw in the lane. For the fourth, you saunter up to your lane - seeing as you're going to shoot next - bending over as he does to grab your ball, letting his gaze travel down your coat as you flare out your lapels.

"See anything you like?" You run your hands over the smooth dark bowling balls, before settling on a ball, pretending to heft it. "I like it when they're big and heavy..." You thrust your ample chest out at him, and you feel a nipple pop out as he's about to turn around. He stares at you for about fifteen seconds before you cover it back up with the jacket.

Clearly, your antics have an effect on your opponents, and you continue to tease as they throw - your favorite move being running your hands up your thighs, under your jacket as you bite your lip poutily.

However, as much as your opponents are struggling, Michael and your team can't seem to take advantage, and by the seventh end, your team is facing a slim deficit. Your own score isn't helping much, but you figure with how much you're lowering the other team's score, that you're the most productive team member.

Deciding to up the ante any more, you shout out "I want some music!!" Without seeing if any of the guys look (although you know they all are if they're not throwing, you strut to the jukebox, making sure to swing your hips as you do. You feel the hem of the jacket swaying as you do, exposing your ass in glimpses as you move, but you don't care.

If they weren't watching you the, they would be in a minute. Thankfully, it's a jukebox with a wide variety of modern music, and you choose a song that you're fairly certain the guys would choose for you.

You turn back towards them as the music starts....