Right baseline.

‘He hasn’t tried any shots that take away the backboard,’ Sarah thought. He hadn’t always needed it, but it was the best idea she could come up with. She dribbled her way to the right baseline, took a deep breath, jumped up and sent a fourteen-footer arcing elegantly into the hoop, swishing in without even brushing the rim.

Drew shot her a smile as he retrieved the ball, planted his feet right where she had been, and made his shot just as easily. He then collected the ball, paced a couple steps further out along the baseline from Sarah’s last shot, and drained that shot just as easily.

‘I’m in trouble,’ Sarah thought as she retrieved the ball amid another series of cheers from the DKM boys. The cheers that followed her shot bouncing back off of the side of the rim were even louder.

Drew was behind her before she’d even fully processed that she had missed her shot, his thumbs brushing over her stomach before hooking inside the waistband of her shorts. “That’s H. Are these next?” he softly growled in her ear. Sarah merely nodded, shutting her eyes and trying to block out her impending embarrassment by focusing on the feel of his muscular chest sliding down her back as he slid her shorts down her long, smooth, muscular legs. Right after her shorts hit her ankles she jumped as she thought she felt him planting a kiss on the small of her back; the laughter of Drew’s bros seemed to confirm what he had done.

Sarah felt terribly self-conscious as she stepped out of her shorts, leaving her in a pair of pink bikini panties that matched the shade of her sports bra. ‘At least I didn’t wear a thong today,’ she thought as she fetched the ball and lined up her next shot.

Sarah tried another shot from the top of the lane, but only found the back of the rim. Drew decided to attempt another three-pointer, but he finally missed a shot, clipping the side of the rim. Sarah decided to shoot from the left elbow of the lane, banking the shot in. Drew, surprisingly, missed, bricking his shot off the back rim, provoking a round of groans from the DKM gallery.

For his part, Drew seemed unconcerned as he turned to Lisa with a smile. “I guess that’s W for me,” he announced, striding up to her. “Now, I believe you have something you need to do now?”

Sarah felt her cheeks heat at the thought of undressing him, and she briefly considered telling him he can take off his own clothes. Instead, however, she hooked her thumbs in the sides of his athletic shorts and, with a quick tug, sent them falling to the ground. Her eyes lingered on the silky black pinstriped boxers that lay beneath. He was already semi-hard, and the little bulge his cock was making against the fabric hinted at his size, his girth, the shape of his head. And the hints suggested that he was a little bigger than any of her past lovers.

“You’re gonna have to give me another letter if you wanna see it,” Drew said with a laugh. Sarah realized she had looked too long, quickly standing up and walking away, her face burning as the other DKM bros echoed Drew’s laughter. She heard his steps on the court and then felt him lean up against her, his muscular chest and the marker that hung over it pressing against her mostly-bare back as he whispered, “Or I can introduce you now if you’d rather just submit.”

In her mind, Sarah could see herself turning, gazing up into that handsome face, nodding her assent and prompting him to lean in and kiss her. She would kiss down his chest, down his abs, until she was kneeling before him, sliding his boxers down and wrapping her lips around his member, feeling him swell against her tongue as she heard him uncap his marker…

She realized she had relaxed back against him, and kicked herself mentally. Instead, she broke away again, spitting an angry “In your dreams” at him. Drew simply chuckled as he retrieved the ball.

He wandered the court a moment before picking a spot a couple paces above the baseline, about seventeen feet from the basket. He methodically dribbled a couple times, lined up his shot, a swished it home. With a groan, Sarah collected the ball and made her way to his spot.

As she bounced the ball, Chet’s voice broke the silence, in his best impression of a golf announcer’s soft but urgent commentary. “Well, Derrick, this is a very important shot; a miss will put her down 3-1 and leave her either topless or bottomless. What do you think is going through her mind?”

“Well Chet, she has to be thinking it will be hard to come back from a miss here,” Derrick replied. “Going down 3-1 against a skilled shooter like Drew would really make it just a matter of time until she joins her sister as a DKM cum-dumpster. Really, if this shot clangs off the rim, she might as well just take off both, bend over, and offer herself up to Drew right now.”

Her cheeks burned as she tried to block out their voices, tried to block out the images rattling around in her mind, tried to focus entirely on the rim as she dribbled the ball. For a moment, she felt the world quiet and fade; she picked the ball up, and blowing out a deep breath, she lobbed her shot towards the rim…

And watched it as it rolled all the way around the rim’s inner lip before popping out and bouncing harmlessly back towards her.

The cheer from the four young men watching brought Sarah’s sensing crashing back to the basketball court; she became aware her arms were trembling slightly, and she felt like she wanted to run away screaming. How did she get herself into this mess? What was she doing?

And then she felt Drew’s powerful arms wrap around her form behind. She could feel him hardening through his boxers against the small of her back as he drew his strong hands along her collarbone, just brushing them over her concealed breasts, before gripping the sides of her sports bra and pulling it up over her head in a swift motion, her arms rising almost of their own accord as he bared her breasts to the world. They were small--easily smaller than any of her sisters--but perky, and she had always liked the way that they felt like they fit her long, lithe, athletic frame.

“Thinking about what’s going to happen after you lose?” Drew murmured, his lips almost brushing her ear. Sarah didn’t understand what he was asking, until she felt his thumbs gently, teasingly brushing over her nipples--her very erect nipples. She gasped, surprised at both the liberty he was taking and the electric sensation that seemed to jolt all through her body; another round of whoops from Drew’s bros prompted her to break away, crossing her hands over her breasts as she stomped off to collect the ball.

She paced the court dribbling, unsure where she should shoot from. She had to think. How was she going to beat this guy? Should she just play the game--pick her shots carefully, concentrate hard, trust that she can pull through this? He could just be getting lucky with his shooting, and so much of a game like this was mental, regardless of how he might have her beat physically…

Or was the answer to play her opponent? Chet and Derrick had been trying to distract her… What if she found a way to turn the tables? He clearly wanted her. Maybe she could tease him, distract him, and make him miss enough shots that way to steal the win and save both Felicia’s dignity and her own.

But could she really do that? Could she really show herself off sexually the way she would need to in order to distract this guy? In public, in front of five men and her sister?

She had bitten off more than she could chew, and it felt like this whole thing was getting away from her.