Trophy

Lindsey bit her lip, she was already here, her life was a mess, why not have some fun. She looked between the guys, playing coy she said “I suppose I could be a trophy.”

Jaden and Amir high fived in celebration. Doc spoke up, “You know Kyle, we’d be more motivated to win if our team also got the trophy.”

Kyle shrugged, “If it helps get Markus off my back.” Lindsey smiled, Kyle seemed more at ease putting her on the line now that she’d given the go ahead.

With Lindsey’s body wagered on the game, the men were more than ready to get started. The shirts, Markus, Jaden, and Amir, against the skins, Kyle, Doc, and Jorge. She sat on the bench watching as the men passed the ball, shooting, blocking, etc.

At the start she cheered for Kyle, but as the game proceeded she caught herself cheering for everyone. Whooping and clapping for every basket made. The men were all smiles, looking to Lindsey after every basket. She could feel their desire in each stare.

Lindsey watched their bodies pressing against each other. The way their arms flexed when they shot. The sweat dripping down Doc’s abs. The men would occasionally readjust their crotch while staring at her chest.

An alarm goes off on one of their phones. “That’s half,” Markus called out, “We’re up by six. Looks like we’ll get our pretty little prize boys.” He pats Amir on the back as he took a long drink from his water bottle, excess pouring down his chin soaking into his sweaty shirt.

“Enjoying the show?” Amir asked, using his shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow. The lifting giving Lindsey a clear view of his happy trail, and the abdominal V guiding her eyes lower to the bulge in his shorts.

Lindsey just nodded still staring as Kyle sat next to her, his arm draping over her shoulder. He drank his Crocade, while brushing his hand over her chest.

After a bit more flirting, Markus spoke up, “Let’s get this second half out of the way so we can get to the main attraction.” The other men didn’t argue with that point, and truthfully as the game had progressed Lindsey had found herself on more than a few occasions picturing what was to come.

She watched as the men returned to the game. Fouls started happening more frequently as the score grew tight, and the end drew nearer. Lindsey couldn’t help feeling good watching the men fight over her.

Kyle passed the ball to an open Doc, but before he could shoot a phone on the bench buzzed with an annoying ping. “Time,” Doc called throwing the ball to Jorge. Doc ran over, his eyes roaming over Lindsey. He picked up the phone, and looked back to the others, “Sorry, duty calls.” He grabbed his bag.

“Oh come on, what about the bet?” Kyle said, and Lindsey wondered if he was more concerned about her or the money.

“Oh my bad, let me just tell Ms. Hale that I can’t perform her daughter’s life saving surgery because I need to play basketball and win some prime ass,” Doc said slinging his duffel over his shoulder not bothering with a shirt. He took another look at Lindsey, rifled in a side pocket he pulled out a card. “In case we win,” the card read Dr. Johnson with his phone number on it, “Or even if we don’t.” And with a wink he left, Lindsey felt flustered staring at the card imagining Doc fucking her in the on-call room like she was an intern on Teal’s Anatomy.

“Should we call it a draw then?” Kyle looked to Markus, “We both win?”

Markus laughed, “You’d like that huh? So what I forgive your debt AND fuck your girl?”

“I mean,” Kyle rubbed the back of his neck, “Yeah, somethin’ like that.”

“Now, Kyle my man, why would I agree to a draw? We’re up by 2 and now the game is 3v2. So the way I see it is unless you and Jorge think you can beat us, I’m going to fuck your girl and you still owe me my money.”

Kyle looked panicked, how much money did he owe Markus? He looked back over to Lindsey. She saw the spark in his eye as he had an idea, “We’re down a player, so what if we sub in a player? Momma?”

Markus laughed, “Sure if she wants to play, I won’t object.”

The remaining men looked her way in wait of a response. Lindsey wasn’t always big on physical activity, especially with her bust and not having a sports bra. But Kyle looked **** and she felt bad so she shrugged, “Why not?” Kyle pumped his fist in celebration, although Lindsey wasn’t sure she would actually make a difference.

Lindsey followed them onto the court, hyping herself up to play basketball for the first time since she was **** to in high school gym.

“Woah, wait a moment,” Markus said with a big grin. “Linds, you’re wearing the wrong uniform.” He pinched his shirt and then gestured to Kyle and Jorge. “Lose the top or sit the bench.”

Lindsey paused, was he serious? He wanted her to play topless? The others seemed to like the idea, all watching and waiting.