Lets be cocky...

Miranda spits off 5 rounds quick, knocking her target down this time too. She pulls the bolt back and catches the brass. She squeezes around it and throws it at you. "Bite on that."

"Whatever." You take another clip and take the rifle from her. "This isn't proving anything, let's crank this up a bit.”

A rusted bucket hangs over a pole. You bring the stock to your shoulder and squeeze the trigger, which causes your rifle to crack and spit a hollow tipped bullet down range. You hit the bucket, punching right through it's poor walls.

You then shoot other smaller things too. Pine cones off trees, the pole holding the dummies up. Then a small, old can of food that had been long eaten from some other month. Miranda takes the rifle and eyes the landscape for a new target. She fires the rifle until she's out. She's done just as good as you, maybe even slightly better.

The two of you continue to trade. This friendly competition has turned into an ego battle of who's a better shot. You are running out of practice ammo, but you were almost tempted to use your regular bullets just to prove a point. However, Miranda doesn't seem to keen on being outside much longer.

"Let's end this, once and for all." She points at a shrub and cocks her head. "See that pink flower? How about we decide who's best right now?"

She shoulders the rifle and makes the mistake of tugging hard on the trigger. You smirk and look at her. She missed!

"Fuck." She hisses and pulling the bolt back and the spent casing out.

You snicker and sarcastically tell her to calm down. She smiles and hands you the rifle. "Let's see if you can hit it."

"I sure can," you tell her. You aim and square up. But before you can pull the trigger, Miranda stops you.

"Before you do that, let's put a little wager on this, shall we?"

You tilt your head in her direction. "If you hit that flower, I'll suck you off better than I did last night."

"Ha...OK? What if I miss?" You ask.

"If you miss, then you have to me out." She replies. You double check her. She's wearing a pleased grin. A few images from the night before flash in your mind.

"Deal," you say, leaning into the stock. You look down the sights and over the hooded notch. The shot is far out, but you are pretty sure you can hit it from here. Miranda has been a little bit of a nightmare to deal with, so maybe having her suck you off after all this trouble would be good payment? Or....Maybe you should punish her and make her squirm for a bit instead? What do you want to do with Miranda?