Before the knives do the talking.

Michelle hands Bill three knives and points to the target, which is numbered from one to twenty-five.

"I'll make it even more interesting," she smiles for a long moment, "any throw that achieves twenty points or higher, whether it's from me or you, and I will remove an article of clothing--not including shoes and socks. That's six possibilities, and I'm only wearing four..." She imitates a sad doubtful face for the amusement of the onlookers, and everyone cheers and laughs.

"Wow, I like that!" Bill says.

"But! I'm not finished Bill... if one of us throws a One then you have to kiss my ass in front of everyone."

Michelle slides her hand along her back thigh, slipping it up behind her sexy purple ruffled skirt, and then proceeds to polish her smooth asscheek.

"You will kiss it and tell everyone that I'm better than you. Okay?"

"Oh yes," Bill says excitedly, "I'm going to enjoy this. I'll kiss it even after I win it."

'Right before I fuck it,' Bill thought to himself. Bill was already conjuring images in his head of Michelle on her hands and knees and him taking full advantage of her sweet ride.

Michelle was giggling at his last remark. 'She has the most cutest face when she laughs," Bill thought, 'how will it look when I'm pounding the virginity out of her?'

Bill smiled back. Michelle steps out of the way as the target board starts to spin. He throws his knife.

Twenty-three!

Bill hoots and hollers at the result. This may be easier than he thought. Michelle places a hand on Bill's shoulder. "Very, very lucky Bill." It's very obvious that she's trying to hide her blushing face.

Michelle gently lifts her shirt over her head. Her tits bunch up in her pink tight laced bra as her arms extend above. A crime could have been committed and no one would have seen it, as all eyes were now on Michelle's gorgeous upper body: Her slender carefully-athletic stomach, her thin shoulders, and those entrancing 34c breasts, her full cleavage contrasting the definitions of her smooth skin so finely. She throws her shirt to the ground.

With the face of a girl who is entirely innocent, she purses her lips and says: "Go ahead, throw your next knife Bill. I hope little ol' me doesn't distract you."

But, Bill is shaken as he throws his next knife.

What does he score on the second throw?