Go for it all and barely miss.

The nine holes of Dare Dance Desire's miniature golf course are an amusing combination of brightly colored, grinning carnival art style and erotic scenes worthy of an old-time house of ill-repute. You'd enjoy it as a fun little round, but tonight you're playing for honor, well, to see if you can beat the girls at some game after your loss at sand volleyball.

It feels a little breezy playing with your shirt off, but that was Tara's deal. Your throbbing rod pokes out below your shorts after the girls demanded to see and touch it, and it's a distraction while you're making putts. And with the girls constantly bending their knees and sticking their butts out when they take their own shots, you have no hope of getting soft enough to put it all the way back in your clothes. Even Kath is contributing to your hard-on, as her denim shorts ride low on her square, muscular butt, showing off a generous length of rear cleavage.

The first hole, with the Tunnel of Love and the Pit of Jealousy, goes well for you, but Jennifer and Tara tie your scores. Kath's a stroke behind, and Luna and Fairouzeh are lagging, having to fight their way out of the Pit.

The designs get more risqué as you proceed. The second hole is a circus scene where the obstacles are bottomless clowns, their erections painted bright red. You have to miss the clowns to get to who they're chasing, a line of naked female acrobats, and up a ramp through the spread legs of a naked trapeze artist.

Luna is giggling too much to concentrate, occasionally looking back at your protruding stiffie, then back at the art. You take deep breaths and concentrate, and this time you pull ahead, making the ramp shot that Jennifer and Tara miss on the first try.

The miniature golf holes continue with a beach scene with some naked surfers and some tricky sloped shots off the carpet-covered dunes. Jennifer takes that one with a whoop of victory, but you and Tara are not far behind.

The next hole features water-filled canals, windmills and Dutch folks dressed only in hats and wooden shoes cavorting in a tulip garden. You've got the timing for the windmills down, and you pull ahead as Jennifer and Tara get their balls batted away. Kath, Fairouzeh, and Luna are more cautious, shooting from close to the windmills so the timing is easier.

You trade the lead back and forth among Tara, Jennifer, and yourself, though Kath is slowly catching up. Tara is loud with the trash talk when she wins a hole. You think the girls are wiggling their butts at you on purpose to distract you, except Kath, who seems oblivious. Though Kath is showing off a good inch of butt crack, so she's distracting without even trying. It's a real challenge just to concentrate on making your shots. But you hold your own until you reach the ninth hole.

The tee shot goes up through a slanted tube and depending on the speed, falls into one of three holes corresponding to the mouth, pussy, or ass of a richly dressed but bottomless Queen of Hearts figure. Come to think of it, the playing card shows her top half twice, so why can't she be bottomless?

Luna and Fairouzeh shoot cautiously, their yellow and white balls rolling into the Queen's mouth and out into the middle of a curvy croquet pitch covered in green patio carpet. Tara and Jennifer make their shots, dropping their red and pink balls straight into the Queen's bright pink, gaping pussy and out onto the red carpet near the final cup. Kath goes next. Her green ball sails out of the tube in an arc that looks like she's going to make her skill shot, but it bounces off the rim of the Queen's pussy and rolls down a collecting well into the Queen's asshole.

"Dang it," Kath says, as the ball rolls into the bottom of the croquet pitch. "Your shot, Joe."

You're a stroke ahead, so if you can match Jennifer and Tara, you've got a good chance of winning it all.

"Whatcha gonna go for, Joe?" Jennifer teases. "Blow job?"

"No way, Joe's an ass man! He's been watching us all game!" Tara says. "C'mon, show us what you want."

You set up your shot, looking up into the evening sky and taking a few deep breaths.

"Ass, ass, ass, ass!" Tara chants. Luna chimes in, giggling as she joins Tara's teasing.

As you set up your swing, Tara whips down the back of her shorts. Ass indeed. You jerk your golf putter and give your blue ball a whack. It rolls fast up the tube and into a high arc that drops straight into the collecting funnel around the Queen's asshole.

"ASS!" Tara, Jennifer, and Luna shout. Luna and Jennifer giggle, and Fairouzeh can't help herself from laughing out loud.

The extra distance from the bottom of the croquet pitch costs you a couple shots. Tara wins. Jennifer's cup shot hangs on the rim, and the extra shot drops her back to a tie with you, one stroke back from Tara. Kath ends up three strokes back. Fairouzeh and Luna aren't in the running.

"Nice try, pool boy, but I beat your ass down AGAIN!" Tara crows.

Finally your erection subsides enough to put it back in your shorts. You shrug back into your shirt and button up.

"Hey, I'm not crying. It's been damn fun," you say.

Tara and Jennifer do their best to laugh you down.

Kath shrugs and nods. "Sure thing," she says, and grins.

Fairouzeh smiles broadly. Her cheeks are a little pink. "I liked it," she says. The golf, she means. Maybe. You remember her soft fingertips and the pressure of her polished fingernails on your cock as she stroked you alongside Luna, Jennifer, and Tara before the first hole.

Luna giggles infectiously, and you all end up laughing together. You'll take that as your win.

"Let me buy you some Cokes or something," you say.

You and the five girls end up at a table between the bowling alleys and the dance floor. Kath has hitched her shorts back up after Jennifer pointed out how much of a show she was giving everyone, but they're slowly creeping back down.

You check the time. Mona will be getting off work soon. You owe her for tonight. She'll meet you here if you hang out, or you can arrange to meet her with the girls somewhere more intimate.