She Makes it Bigger

Imogen felt butterflies in her stomach as she reached toward the pile. Her heart sank low when she withdrew a ten from the deck. So close yet so far. How could her luck be so bad?

Once again, with only the table separating them, the buzzer sounded and the two minutes began. Alma was laser focused on furthering Imogen’s punishment. She darted quickly around the table.

Imogen knew she couldn’t allow Alma to have her way with her again. She has to try to drain as much time as possible. Round four was only the early stages, but the time was getting painful. She dodged around the table as Alma followed her.

“Come here.” Alma thrust herself around another corner as Imogen telegraphed her move. “You’re not getting away.”

“That’s almost 30 seconds gone. Time’s running out.”

“More than enough.”

Alma changed tack and jumped over the table, almost grabbing onto Imogen’s red tank top. She caught the fabric for just a moment. By the time she turned around, she found Imogen on the other side of the table again. She seethed with anger. This was such bullshit.

The ducking and diving continued until the neon red numbers read one minute. Already half her valuable time had elapsed and she’d accomplished nothing.

Alma knew she had to change tactics. With Imogen now giggling at her from the other side, she ducked her shoulder as if to dart to her left. Imogen reacted and moved away. At the last possible second, Alma daringly leapt over the table. She caught the back of Imogen’s ponytail, bringing her to a screeching halt.

“Owww,” Imogen moaned as she was caught on the spot.

Alma didn’t have time now. Most of the round had already slipped through her fingers. She threw Imogen and the dancer lost her balance, falling ass first on the sofa. Alma pinned her down with her knees on her shoulders.

“Yeah, yeah, now what?” Alma threw a few light but rapid slaps across each cheek. “Coward.”

Imogen struggled beneath her, but it was no use. Alma had her full weight on top of her.

Alma slid down her opponent’s body slightly and took two handful of tits in her hands. She squeezed and got the biggest scream of the matchup so far.

She did her black-painted nails into Imogen’s tits. Even with the tank top and a bra in the way, the dancer felt every agonising second as Alma punished her.

The buzzer sounded and ended the two minutes. Reluctantly, Alma stopped her **** and climbed off her. Imogen had largely escaped unscathed, and Alma had had such plans to **** her even more.

Nevertheless, the two rivals returned to the table for the next round. Two-and-half minutes coming up.