Twenty Pounds!

You whip out a twenty pound note, and the crowd goes "Ooooh!".

"Twenty pounds!" cries the organizer girl, "Trying to prove something? Or maybe you like to lose, hm?"

The crowd laughs some more and you scowl at her.

"Okay," she announces loudly, ignoring your **** glare, "twenty pounds means the winner owns the loser for half an hour! Who wants to play?"

"Ooh, over here!"

You look over to see a short, curvy black girl wearing the school uniform, her hair set in braids. You smile. She doesn't look too strong, you're sure to win... The organizer leads you over to a table, and you sit down and look expectantly at the black girl, waiting for her to take her seat so you can get started.

"What?" she says, "Oh! You're not competing with me..."

Another black woman steps forward, grinning. She's taller than her daughter, and at least two hundred pounds heavier, a mountain of breasts and butt, her dreadlocked hair tied into a ponytail on the top of her head. You gulp. She looks like she could beat Shwarzenneger in an arm wrestle, let alone you.

"Come on, mum!" yells the teenager excitedly, "Win us a fun toy to play with!"

You opponent places her elbow on the table, and holds her hand out open, waiting for you to grip it and begin.

"Come on, honey," she says, grinning, "Gimme all you got!"

You gulp, but grasp her hand firmly. The crowd holds its breath ans the announcer girl leans over your shoulder, her breasts rubbing lightly against you as she chants 3, 2, 1...