Making a deal

The game began with Mark hitting the first three cups almost immediately. It put both the girls on the back foot, struggling to catch up to him, just like most times he played, Mark was dominating.

The girls watched as he got them down to just one cup while only losing two of his own.

“This sucks,” Ali said after missing another shot, “Can we get a bit of help or something?”

“A bit of help?” Mark said, holding the ping pong ball.

“Yeah, like let us have some more cups or something,” Ali suggested.

“Okay sure but how about we at least make this interesting, some consequences for me having to help you both out,” Mark proposed before taking his shot.

Tiffany shook her head, “I just knew this would happen, always a catch.”

“What is it?” Ali asked him, curiously,

Mark had one thing on his mind and that was getting some alone time with the two girls. Especially now that they were dressed in these seductively hot eighties outfits.

“I’ll let you have all of your cups back and I’ll even drink one of mine now which would leave me with just three left,” he said, “But if you lose…”

“You want us to strip or something, right?” Tiffany asked, rolling her eyes.

“Not exactly,” Mark replied, “If you lose, we all go back to Tiff’s room and you two put on a little show for me.”

They looked at each other, trying to figure out what exactly the show meant.

“A show? What kind of show?”

Mark nodded, “I’ll leave that up to you girls, depends on you.”

He didn’t want to **** them into something that they would stop them from taking the deal. As long as he could get back with them alone in the dorm room, Mark figured his chances of getting a threesome with the two, just like Jackson had, was very high.

As they stared at each other, trying to make up their minds, Mark tried pushing them in the right direction, “Up to you girls, if not, I can just go back to kicking your butts.”

Tiffany reached for an open bottle of cider and began filling up some more cups.

“Game on I guess,” Mark said, drinking one of his own cups as promised.

***

With the game having some proper stakes to it, Mark was determined to get rid of most of their cups before they had a chance at getting one of his two.

Just like he expected, he took out the first two of the girls’ six cups in his first two shots. Not long after, he was able to knock down a third and they were almost back to where they started. It wasn’t until Tiffany was able to hit the right cup of Mark’s, that he began to worry that they could beat her.

“YESS!” the brunette cheered, high fiving her best friend.

Ali cheered along with her as they both did a little dance in front of each other, shaking their hips. Making him hard in the pants, Ali turned her back to the table and bent over to shake her ass at Mark. The black leotard riding up her crack, he was **** to give her butt a slap or any form of hand contact.

“One more for us!” Tiffany said.

Mark tried to clear his thoughts and remained focus as he attempted to take his shot.

He missed.

But the ball rebounded back and Mark was able to recover it. This meant he was allowed a type of trick shot, anything that was challenging enough that could be classified as a trick shot.

Without even thinking, he launched the ball at the roof on the perfect angle. He watched as it came down and landed perfectly inside Ali’s cup. It was a shame that people weren’t watching because it would have had a massive reaction from a crowd.

“OHHH YEAH BABY! WOOOO!” he shouted, “That’s two for you girls, you’ve only got one left.”

“Two?! What kind of rule is that?” Ali asked.

Tiffany understood the rules that were played at these tables and just nodded as she grabbed a cup.

“That’s standard for these tables,” Mark teased, “One for you too Ali.”

She bit down on her bottom lip, sucking it up and taking a cup to drink.

The game was now on the line, one cup left each…

“This is unfair, don’t we get something if we win? We’re just playing not to lose right now,” Tiffany said before taking her next shot.

“You got to have all of your cups back, that’s your reward,” Mark replied.

He wanted to win and wanted the girls to give him a great show in the bedroom but if he pissed them off too much, he might receive next to nothing.

So Mark gave the girls an added bonus for if they won, “How about if you win… you can have whatever you want from me, you choose.”

“Do we have to choose now?” Ali asked.

He shrugged, “Nah, you can wait until after if you like.”

The girls did their little look at each other again, using their eyes to agree. They smirked at told Mark that he had a deal.

With their next shots, they needed to get that cup or they would be in serious trouble of losing the game with the ball returning to Mark.

Unfortunately for them, both shots were off, with Ali’s barely hitting the table. It meant the ball was back in Mark’s hands and he had the chance to seal the game.

He was going to get his way, he would be heading back to Tiffany’s room with both of them but the chances of anything happening relief on Mark winning this game…