The stakes get bigger

"You suggested the sport last time, so it's my turn. We could play Smash, but I don't think that's fair. Video games in general might be too much for you" Rachel said, not giving Sam any time to speak, "Unless you're really good at Smash or Mario Kart? Maybe even a sports game, I'm pretty bad at those. But that leaves me at a disadvantage. How about pool? I'm pretty average at it!" Rachel said.

Sam was pretty average at it too. "Ok." said Sam finally allowed to speak.

"OK then, if I win, you give me your clothes," Rachel said, "And if you win, I - "

Sam wasn't going to let her dominate that easily, "If I win," Sam said, cutting her off, "You have to go commando for a week, starting now!"

"Oooh, I like it! Someone is being a challenge. Well, I still think I have the better part of this deal, so you're on!"

GAME INITIATED

They played pool for a bit and they both were indeed average. Sam won, just, as he put the 8 ball in as Rachel had one ball left. As the ball sunk, Rachel smirked, and looked at him. Rachel then looked down and realized that she was wearing jeans. She turned away from Sam, and looked back at him, saying, "Get a good look!" She pulled her jeans down followed by her panties, bent over, Sam saw her pussy, beautiful and tight (and wet). She then stepped out of her jeans and panties, and tossed the panties to Sam. "Give 'em safe for me" she said with a wink, as she pulled her jeans back up.

At this point, Sam was extremely hard in his pants. "How about another game?" Rachel asked. Sam gulped. "Sure" was his response, knowing what he might get if he were to win again.

"What would you like if you win," she asked, looking up at him, sweetly. Sam said simply, "I want you to fuck me"

"Woaaah there sailor, slow down, you gotta buy a girl dinner first," Rachel said. Sam snapped out of his aroused stupor to try to match wits to say, "If dinner is all it takes...." Rachel smiled.

"How about I make you cum? That sound good?" Sam nodded. "However, if I win, I not only want your clothes, I want to use a lock-out device on you"

They had explained lock out devices. You could set them with conditions and time and they would lock away things. Usually used for clothes and keys and the like, as part of a forfeit. Sam knew that would be embarrassing, but he didn't care. Due to the nature of the request he imagined being locked out of him dorm naked for while. However, it was a lot, so he wanted more.

"If you want that, I want at least a blow job" Sam countered. "Fine." said Rachel, clearly anticipating this.

They racked up again and played once again a close game. And once again, Sam had the 8 ball shot lined up. He called the corner pocket, it was a straight shot and he hit it. It hit the rim of the pocket and goes in. Sam throws his hands up in triumph, only to realize that his cue ball is slowly rolling over to the pocket as well. And his joy turns to despair as he sees the white ball disappear into the pocket. He lost!