Bowling 'em over

She drove out, taking her time, stealing more than a few glances over at me as mt nakedness seems perpetually highlighted by one light or another. I felt my arousal steadily growing as I wait as patiently as I can. "You're lucky I got you... Let me tell you, some of those men can have insatiable appetites." She pauses to focus on the road ahead, turning the car, driving along, smirking as she goes.

Once going straight once more, "Sure, I can too... but I like to think mine is more refined. Right now, I've got something of a suprise for some friends of mine, and may just win a bet in the process. Time will tell. " We're here, by the way" With that, she stops the car at a large, also well-lit place. As she walks over and undoes my seat belt, leading me out, I notice it's all about lounging, laser tag, drinks, food, games, etc."

She smirks, Don't worry, dear, I'm sure you'll love being seen here as much as you did there. You proved to be quite the dancer, by the way. Don't think for a moment I'll forget our dancing from before", and she all but purrs at that statement, pinching my behind tightly before pushing me along gingerly before her. I let out a squeak before moving before her, letting her guide me, naked before the world. I was openly exposed before them, my body rightly lit from seemingly several angles at once.

I'm moved along beside, intrigued and excited in equal measure, as my nudity is paraded about by my new companion and mistress. She walks me in, and we put on bowling shows. She walks us in, and she stops at one of the spots, sitting us down, the chairs clear, leaving me completely exposed. I manage to remain casual, even as excitement at it all rushes through me.

It's not long before more show up, giving her hugs, and the guy who sits on my other side suddenly inquires, "Hey,is this the ginger hotte you won at the firefighter fundraiser?"

She nods, gently smirking, as so many stare at me. "If by one, you mean 'awarded' for my outstanding contribution to my community, then yes, I did indeed 'win her'.

One of the guys across from us all but chokes on her drink, sputtering out in suprise, taking a moment before she can interject, "Yes, but she's yours to keep, right? With full control? I don't know about you, but that sounds like a 'win' in my book."

They cheer, happy and excited, talking over each other until she can quite then down. "Yes, alright... I've won her. She's in fact, 'mine.'" to which they cal call and wolf-whistle, making excited calls and cries, slapping her on the shoulder, and snapping my picture. "Yea! That's what I'm talking about!" one of them declares. I look about, seeing amused glances and stares aimed my way. Once that don't look away, even when caught. Not that I mind, though. It's all very novel and exciting, to be honest.

Once their excitement quiets down, she declares, "Ok, the food has been ordered already... and my new win will watch, exposed, while we game." They shout and declare at that, excited, debating if it will give one side or the other an advantage.

After a bit, my new mistress puts her hands up once more for quiet. "Alright, so with that new bit of input, it seems we should have her keep score? Standing up at the podium, where we can all see her equally, and let her be a neutral scorekeeper? She has no skin in the game... and as you can plainly tell, every inch of her skin is plainly visible. She has nothing to hide from us. That is, if she'd be willing...?

As if on a count, they all glance at me, eyes wide, expectant. I swallow hard, enjoying my exposure, even as I'm caught by suprise at what is being asked. I'd plainly enjoy it, but still!