Of course there are.

Felicia, perhaps distracted by her nude breasts, let Brad’s serve sail right over her head, forcing Lisa to make an awkward return, right into the waiting arms of Chet, who, instead of setting up Dominator for an open spike, chose to arc a slow, slightly low lob over the net towards Sarah. Lisa puzzled at the play for a moment as Sarah jumped up for what seemed like an obvious spike, but before she could put two and two together and warn her sister of the trap, Sarah had already swung, spiking the ball downwards… but brushing her arm against the net. Chet had intentionally angled the shot low, knowing that the tall girl would see an opportunity, and figuring he could score another easy point, and another piece of clothing. Sarah cursed at her own foolishness, and gave up her bikini bottoms, tossing them to join the growing collection of swimwear hanging on the volleyball net.

“Girls!” Beth cried, “We need to play careful.” Beth was still the only one of them who hadn’t given up an article of clothing yet, a fact which made Lisa both proud and more embarrassed of her own state of undress. “Right!” Lisa agreed, “We can’t let ourselves get outwitted by these assholes.” She took her place, and a thought crossed her mind… Hadn’t they already been outwitted? No, of course not. The score was tied, but the sisters had all learned their lesson, and there would be no more mistakes from here on out. They’d lock down this game, get a clean sweep in the next one, and go hit the bar to enjoy some victory drinks and a quiet evening without frat boys breathing down their necks. The sisters all returned to their positions, and got ready for DKM’s next serve.