Sarah challenges Drew to a game of HORSE.

Sarah walked up and down the line a couple times, sizing up the five bare-chested men as their eyes roved over her body. She felt a wave of heat run through her as she realized that each was probably imagining how he would take her if he defeated her. She found her eyes drawn again and again to Drew’s handsome face and his sculpted chest and abs.

She suspected that challenging him to play one-on-one would be tantamount to lying down in the lane and asking him to tear off her clothes and fuck her; he was bigger and stronger than she was, which would give him a huge advantage in the post and midrange game she was used to playing if he knew anything about playing basketball.

With his height and build, though… perhaps all he really had was a post game? And maybe in a shooting game, he wouldn’t actually be that good?

Sarah came to a stop in front of him, staring up into his face for a moment, wondering if, deep down, she was really choosing her opponent based on who she found most attractive for in case she should lose. She took a deep breath, and finally declared, “I challenge you to a game of HORSE.”

She thought she heard a small gasp from Felicia behind her, and the other four bros certainly seemed surprised, with Derrick and James even stifling chuckles. Drew looked into Sarah’s eyes as he slowly stepped forward, smiling down at her as he answered in his deep voice: “All right. I think you’ll find I’m a very… satisfying opponent.” Sarah felt herself blushing as an image of his handsome face between her legs, slipping his tongue into the wet folds of her cunt, surged to her mind. “But I have to tell you, we don’t play HORSE at DKM. We play WHORE. It’s almost the same; the only difference is, when you get a letter, you take off a piece of clothing.”

Sarah felt her cheeks burning as she scrambled for a good way to talk him out of this idea. “Well, that’s not quite fair. You’d be naked after two letters,” she hurriedly reminded the bare-chested man.

“I don’t mind,” he answered, his voice gentle and playful. “I have no problem with my opponent having a little time to see what’s coming for her.”

“And what’s gonna be cumming in her,” Derrick helpfully added from the peanut gallery.

Sarah shook her head, trying to banish the image Derrick had just given her. She tried to find another objection--there were a thousand reasons she didn’t have to agree to Drew’s terms--but none of them materialized in her mind, and her lips simply flapped uselessly a couple of times. Feeling suddenly foolish, she finally just nodded and stepped away. “Fine. Whatever.”

The first few rounds were somewhat uneventful; Sarah missed her shot from the free throw line, but managed to bank the ball home after Drew sunk the same shot on his turn. The two sunk their next six shots; on her two turns shooting first, Sarah sunk a long two-pointer from the right and a free throw, which Drew matched, while Sarah managed to bank in a shot from the right elbow of the lane after Drew did the same on his turn.

Next, Drew attempted a three-pointer from a little right of center. His shot found nothing but net, inspiring a cheerful whoop from his bros and making Sarah’s stomach drop. Clearly he was a better shooter than she’d given him credit for, and three-pointers had never been her specialty. If he kept draining shots like that, it wouldn’t be long until… She took a couple deep breaths, trying to cleanse her mind as she lined her shot up, but she knew it wasn’t going in when she released the ball. Her shot bricked off the rim, earning her the first letter of the game.

“That’s W,” Drew rumbled to her. “Now, do you want to lose your top or bottom.”

Sarah glared at him and grabbed the bottom of her tank top, but Drew’s command to “stop” froze her.

She felt like she hardly breathed as the tall, dark-skinned man walked slowly up to her, until he was almost face-to-face with her. “I prefer to unwrap my the prizes I win,” he told her with a smile, before grabbing her shirt and pulling it up over her head, running his rough, strong hands up her side as he did so. Sarah gaped at his boldness, suddenly feeling rather more exposed than she truly was, as her neon pink sports bra easily covered her petit breasts.

“Um, what?” Sarah sputtered a few moments later. “That’s… who said you could do that?”

“I’ll be doing much more than that to you if you lose the game,” Drew reminded her with a smile. He leaned in and softly said, “And I’ll let you do the same to me if you can give me a W and an H--I get the feeling you’re very curious about what’s in here.”

Drew patted his crotch and walked off with a smile, tossing Sarah’s shirt off of the court as his bros applauded dramatically.

Sarah retrieved the ball and dribbled it as she paced the court, trying to choose her next shot. This guy seemed to be taking it for granted that he was going to get to claim her, and hot as he was, she really wanted to prove him wrong. He had to have a weakness, some kind of shot he found difficult… But what could it be?