The Pong Game

Marcus led Emma upstairs, where the noise from the party below was slightly muffled but still thrummed through the walls. The second floor was less crowded, with a few people scattered around, chatting or lounging on couches. At the far end of the room, a beer pong table was set up, surrounded by a small group of people cheering as a game was already in progress.

“Alright, we’re up next,” Marcus announced, pulling Emma toward the table and discreetly grabbing her ass.

He grabbed a red cup from a stack on the floor and handed it to her. “You’re on my team. Let’s show these guys how it’s done.”

Emma hesitated, still feeling a little off-balance from her interaction with Jackson downstairs. But Marcus’s enthusiasm was infectious, and she figured a game might help take her mind off things. “Okay,” she said, forcing a smile. “But don’t blame me if I’m terrible. I haven’t played in forever.”

Emma picked up a ping pong ball, rolling it between her fingers as she eyed the cups on the other side of the table. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves, and tossed the ball. It bounced off the rim of a cup but didn’t go in.

Everybody stared at you, more particularly the way your boobs moved as you threw the ping pong ball.

Marcus can be seen talking quietly to his friends "the **** should kick in anytime now from what I put in her drink before"

“Close!” Marcus then yells, giving her an encouraging nod. “You’ve got this.”

The opposing team went next, sinking one of their shots. Marcus groaned dramatically as they handed him the cup to drink. “Alright, Emma, **** time.”

Emma took another shot, this time with more confidence. The ball arced through the air and landed perfectly in one of the cups. The small crowd around the table erupted in cheers, and Marcus high-fived her. “Told you! Killer aim!”

The game went back and forth, with Marcus and Emma holding their own against the other team. Marcus was loud and animated, trash-talking their opponents and cheering Emma on every time she made a shot. Despite her initial hesitation, Emma found herself getting into the game, laughing at Marcus’s antics and even joining in on the trash talk.

“Alright, Emma, this is it,” Marcus said as they reached the final cup on the other team’s side. “Sink this, and we will ------.”

Before he could finish, Emma’s phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out and saw a text from her boyfriend: Hey, just checking in. How’s the party?

The guilt she’d been trying to push away came rushing back. She stared at the screen for a moment, her smile fading. “I, uh, I should probably head out soon,” she said, slipping her phone back into her pocket.

Marcus raised an eyebrow. “Already? The night’s just getting started!”

Suddenly, she stumbles a little, her vision gets hazy. She drops the pong ball she was holding and stares at the table as she lose her balance.

"Woah, are you okay."marcus asks.

"I don't feel too well....".

"Here come, lets lay down." Marcus holds her close and takes her to the nearby bedroom.

The other guys crackle a little bit and give each other a few high fives as the two leaves.