Ask her why she needed to fuck you during the game.

She playfully slaps her hand into your chest as if that's the funniest thing anyone could've said to her. "Oh John, it's not the fucking itself that's the issue. It was the timing. He really needed to focus on losing and showing him he can't win without me pulling the strings."

Alina's voice is dripping with disdain, her lips slightly puckered in disgust.

"It was his job to lead his team to a victory. He had to win but he didn't. I knew you could give him words of encouragement to win. I played you to my advantage. You see, sir. We made a bet. If he won his silly football game. He could fuck whoever he liked. If he lost. He becomes my prom date and helps me pick out my dress. So you both played your parts so well." Her fingertips are now in your hand and sliding up your forearm.

You retreat your arm back, saying. "You are a bit crazy, aren't you? You think you can control him and, by extension, me."

She said. "Oh please. Men are all the same. They are horny, stupid, and weak. When they are young, you just got to control them a bit." She gripped your forearm again. "Get him to think he is in control. Once you get him to think that. He owns you, and your life is dictated by him." A sinister smile. "They'll follow wherever you go. Like you would for your lovely wife. He just wants some good tight pussy. Nothing more and nothing less."

A cold shiver ran down your back. It's not the same kind of chill one would feel on a freezing day.