Leona, the blonde Zeta bombshell

“It’s got to be one of the Zeta girls,” Val says.

“How’d you know?” you ask, startled that she made the read.

“They’re the crème de la crème. Who could resist?” she laughs with a mocking flip of her hair.

“Sooo…?” Mars asks, peering down at the sorority sisters. “Who is it?”

{if Leona > 0} “Leona,” you say, pointing at the blonde bombshell. {else} “The blonde bombshell over there,” you say, pointing at the girl who’s caught your eye.

“Ah, Leona,” Val nods knowingly. {endif}

“Wow, you want Jack’s sister?” Mars says, sounding a mix of impressed and shocked. She and Val share a look. “She’s a hot one alright, but getting her to pay attention to you…”

“Don’t you worry, Alex, we’ll come up with something,” Val grins.

She leans over and whispers into Mars’ ear and the two girls giggle, talking in hushed tones. You watch them, bemused, wondering what they’ll come up with.

The first half of the game sees Stonewall smashing Schmarvard’s team into the ground. The home team’s leading 35-20. Mars taps you on the shoulder as the teams come off the court and whispers something into your ear.

“You think that’ll work?” you ask, glancing at the girls skeptically.

“It’s about giving the girl an excuse to say yes,” Val smiles. “It’ll work if you have any chance with her. Now go get her, tiger.” She makes a purring noise and takes another swig of her beer, waving for you to go.

You make your way to the bottom of the stadium with Valentine in tow, while Mars heads the other way, towards the stadium’s control room. A minute later, you find yourself before the Zeta girls.

Gina, your older sister, spotted you coming from a mile away. She somehow always knows where you are. And somehow, she sees the way that you’re eyeing up Leona, because she leans over and mutters a few words to the other blondie. Leona rolls her shoulders and smirks back at Gina, and then looks up at you questioningly as you come to a stop before her. Jack’s sister is wearing a white backless silk mini dress that hikes up around her waist as she sits, the light fabric just barely covering her privates. Her stacked bust does no favors to your concentration, either.

“Come to talk to your big sister? Or are you here for me?” Leona asks, the question dripping with innuendo. The sultry smile she flashes you makes you forget your words for a split second, before Val nudges your foot and you remember what you came here for.

“Oh, it’s you for sure. My friend Valentine bet me fifty bucks that I wouldn't be able to make out with the hottest girl here,” you say. “So… how should we spend the money?”

“That’s a cute one,” Leona says with a gleam in her eye. “I haven’t heard it in a while.” She looks over at Gina. “When’s the last time a guy tried this line on you?”

“It happens once a week or so,” Gina shrugs.

“And how much do those poor suckers pay for a taste of your sweet lips?” Leona asks, running the tip of her tongue over her own red lips. She winks at you. What is this girl playing at?

“Nothing. I don’t whore myself out,” Gina says, idly checking her nails. She yawns, and bats an eyelash at Val. “At least Alex brought a cute gal pal.”

Leona laughs, nodding.

“Luckily for you, Alex, I am willing to play with pretty boys,” she says. “But I don’t come cheap.”

Is this girl really trying to haggle the price with you?

“Too bad, because I’m not paying anything out of pocket,” you say, trying to make that sound as final as possible. It wouldn’t do to bend over backwards for Leona. No, you want to be the one bending her over, sticking your manhood into her dripping pussy… hold that thought. You turn to Valentine. “Are you in the mood to chip in more?”

“Fuck no,” Val laughs. “I’m looking forward to collecting the cash in a minute when you lose the bet.”

Leona raises an eyebrow. “Sounds like Mr. Knight’s running short on luck. But I’m not a greedy woman.” She leans closer to you. “For the small price of two hundred dollars, maybe my mind can be changed.”

“You’re out of your mind,” you say, taking a fraction of a step closer towards her, matching her flirtatious gaze. “You’re not getting more than fifty.”

“One-fifty,” Leona says, slipping out of her seat, a hand placed on your shirt. Your noses are this close to brushing each other, her blue eyes boring into yours. “And I’m not going a cent lower than that, because a woman like me has expensive tastes that—”

She’s cut off by the ooos and aaaahs of the ladies behind her. Your eyes flick to the jumbotron hanging above the stadium. It’s the kiss cam, zooming in on you and Leona.

“Five seconds to make your call,” you whisper to her, smirking for the camera. “It’s fifty or bust.”

A similar smirk crosses Leona’s face.

“Clever boy,” she whispers into your ear, and then she leans forwards the fraction more for your lips to meet.

You’re not a bad kisser by any means. But the way Leona King’s lips brush against yours, so immaculately soft and sweet, the way her teeth drag across your lips, her tongue and yours matched in heat… you inadvertently moan into her mouth, and you feel her palm twist against your chest, drawing you forward into her. How long does a kiss cam last? You don’t know. You don’t even hear the hollers and cheers from the crowd around you, watching this impressive public make out display.

All you know is that you want Jack’s sister. You want to make her yours. She kisses you so good, you swear you could cream your pants if this keeps up…

She breaks away from the kiss with a sudden stop. You’re left standing on the court sidelines feeling somewhat disoriented and awfully exposed. The jumbotron has cut away from the two of you making out. Valentine’s standing a couple feet away, the smile on her face sharp as ever.

“Nice touch at the end there with the cameras,” Leona says, settling comfortably back into her chair, her skirt riding dangerously high up again. Is that a hint of her white panties that she flashes at you? “How’d you do it?”

“I don’t kiss and tell,” you smile.

“Evidently,” Gina says with a roll of her eyes, the jumbotron still looming above her.

“Now now, I think you owe me a fifty,” Leona says, looking at you and Val.

“I haven’t got my wallet,” Val says, raising her hands. “I didn’t think Alex was actually going to do it.”

Leona turns to you, raising an eyebrow.

“No cash either,” you say. “But! If you give me your number, I’m sure we can coordinate a time and place.”

Leona gives you a hard stare.

“You push your luck too much,” she says, before breaking into a smile and holding out her hand.

You slide your phone into her palm, and next thing you know, you’ve secured her number.

The game closes out as you expect. Stonewall wins with a twenty point lead. You, Mars, and Val head back out to the tailgate after-party to celebrate and get sloshed on cheap beer. You notice most of the Zeta girls leaving with a group of the guys on the basketball team, but Gina and Leona aren’t among them. Where could they be?

Your phone buzzes, and thinking it must be Leona seeking you out, you reflexively check it.

YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE I’LL GET YOUR FUCKING ASS FOR THIS YOU SONOFABITCH comes the text from Jack.

“Did Leona text you?” Mars asks, noticing your expression.

“No, but it was something just as good,” you smile. “Look at this.”

Mars and Val crowd beside you, reading the message, and they burst out laughing.

It’ll be her ass I get first, you text back.

“I’ll drink to that,” Val says, clinking her bottle against yours.

“And to Mars, for getting us that kiss cam,” you say, raising your bottle to hers.

“Three cheers!” Mars laughs, and the three of you match bottles.

You down the rest of your drink, closing the night in good company.

Leona +25
Gina +5
Jack -30
Mars +10
Valentine +10