Nicole, and she makes it a contest

Sarah searched deliberately inside the hat, her fingers briefly feeling up every scrap of paper they touched. Earlier, she had established that she could draw Tom, Nicole, or Miranda, reliably by feeling how worn the slips were, and now she hoped that that still held true. Playing with Matt for the last few rounds had been almost too distracting, she had to get her head back in the game and strike Nicole's iron while it was red-hot if she had any hope of seeing her bounce on Tom's dick before the party ended.

A particularly worn slip passed between her fingertips, and Sarah seized it like a Mountain Lion dragging a fish from a river. She flicked it quickly up to her eyes, a smile spreading across her face as she drew exactly who she was thinking about. Nicole. She didn't even bother showing it to Matt, she wouldn't need his input, she had already decided what she was going to make her do. One more contest with Tom, one challenge that Nicole would think she could win even though she truly never stood a chance, and then that tiny blonde haired girl would belong to Tom's cock.

"Nicole, honey, guess who's competing with Tom again," she announced in a sing-song voice, cracking up slightly as she saw Nicole's shoulders slump. "Ugh, me?" Nicole sighed, frowning at Sarah as the mischievous red haired girl rubbed her hands together. "Yup," Sarah confirmed, "you seemed to have a lot of fun last time. I think you like playing with Tom." Sarah smirked as she spoke, but Nicole only rolled her eyes in response.

She didn't know what Sarah's obsession with pitting her against Tom was, but she was certain she could easily outsmart that brute again, even without knowing what the contest would be. "Go ahead, lay it on me Sarah," she said, her tone buoyed up with confidence from her previous victory. "Ooh, look who's little miss confident," Sarah laughed, "this one's gonna be a strip fight between you and Tom, no holds barred, first one to get the other naked wins."

Nicole did her best to display no emotion as Sarah spoke, but the corners of her mouth probably upturned anyway. Her shirt, bra, jeans, and underwear stood between herself and defeat, whereas Tom was already half naked, and his belt wasn't even buckled. This would be easy. It was almost like Sarah had lost her touch.

When her eyes traced down from that undone belt to the substantial bulge below, she glanced quickly away, only for her eyes to wander back when she realized she didn't have to avert her gaze. For now, she had the perfect excuse to stare at his barely concealed and ridiculously big cock. She even had a valid motive to rip his boxers down and get an overt eyeful of that humongous thing, something she'd been thinking about since he'd last tucked it away. Maybe Sarah wasn't so bad after all.

Still, while this contest had it's upsides, the constant string of them being thrown her way was getting tiresome, When Nicole inevitably won, she would have to put a stop to this endless slew of contests against Tom. Maybe she'd give him a forfeit like the one Sarah had given Matt, so that Tom would have to give up or lie down whenever she said. Seeing him drop to his knees with a snap of her fingers like he was a well trained pooch would be pretty pleasing.

While Nicole was already daydreaming about her victory, Tom got ready for the fight. He stood up straight, rolled his shoulders, and cracked his knuckles, all while turning to his left to tower over Nicole. The petite blonde haired girl met his smug look with one of her own for a change. She had already decided that she was going to win again, she wasn't about to let Tom's size intimidate her. She rose up to meet his gaze with an uncharacteristic smirk, the air crackling between them as they stared each other down.

This staring contest just made John roll his eyes once more. Nicole and Tom being weird together had become a common feature of the afterparty, and he had given up on trying to understand it. Sexual tension, regular tension, hypertension, whatever it was, he resolved to stay out of it like Switzerland. He turned his attention instead to Miranda, who smiled warmly down at him once he caught her eye. She was much more understandable, and a lot easier on the eyes.

John was still looking over the beautiful Miranda at the same time as Sarah set her final competition into motion. "Are you ready?" She she yelled, looking from Tom to Nicole. A slight nod of their heads was her only answer, the two of them too focused on the task at hand to spare her a word. The two gladiators were stood almost the length of the coffee table apart, and Nicole had her little hands raised almost as if she was about to throw a punch.

"GO!" Sarah announced, a blur of action happening in front of her before her word had even finished reverberating around the room.

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