Two young women challenge one another to a game of golf with high stakes 'strokes'

As it turns out, the engineers of this supposedly "holy" station had some quite clever engineering ideas to help bring as many luxurious amenities as possible to their secluded home. As the four of you head through the airlock you find that the golf course is less than a hundred square meters... still large, but far smaller than a full sized course. It's a bit of a compromise between a simulated virtual course and a real one. A helpful hologram (which is also a rather gorgeous girl in a skimpy miniskirt and argyle sweater... if she weren't made of photons, you'd be trying to bang her before you leave, too!) explains that for long distance shots, the course is simulated, and tracks the path of the golf ball when it runs into the walls, seamlessly creating an image of where it would actually go. Underneath the grass, there are moving plates and trapdoors, to allow the floor to shift and create and remove hills, sand traps, water hazards and so on appropriate to where the balls would land on the simulated course. So although power drives are semi-simulated, the final putting is all real.

Before you let yourself get too distracted talking to these two alluring women - one of whom, the blonde, is rather unsubtly checking out both the front and the back of your hips at every opportunity - you decide to check and make sure that Jonas has been keeping to his word when he doodles around on his personal computer pad, and not trying to double-deal you. He's made the excuse that he needed to 'make a last minute order for something he forgot', and there's a good 15 minute delay.

Sure enough, the thread on the homepage of Blake's sorority, where 'Daphodil' had posted the cute video of her fellow Young Colonist salesgirl 'Terri' closing a lucrative granola sale by bouncing on a big cock and earning herself an unexpected bonus to be delivered 9 months down the line, is gone, and Daphodil, AngieLoo and the others who commented have had their accounts locked for 72 hours for breaking rules.

Briefly, you take a look at the Young Colonists' homepage while the players select their golf clubs and have a slightly heated private conversation. Like most things associated with St. Vivian's Academy, there are a lot of images of the girls striking provocative poses in those cutesy uniforms of theirs. The sight of all 60 of the first and second-year students making up the current cohort of volunteers makes your cock stir with longing. Alas, you resolve that you should stay away from them, lest Blake find out that you're still here... she could register as pregnant to a medical scanner any time, and if (or when, you hope) she does, she'll likely make a beeline for you if she knows you're still hanging around.

The Young Colonists' page isn't terribly subtle when it comes to the innuendo. There's a lot of talk of 'private donation meetings' and suggestions to ask for 'special off-the-catalogue offers'. Hmm... with as much fucking around as the Young Colonists here are doing you have to wonder if more of them won't risk spreading the word about the faulty condoms.

But then, you see that the devil's luck is with you: there's an announcement that the entire Young Colonists group is departing tomorrow for a half-week 'wilderness survival training' camping trip. They're going to be learning fieldcraft skills from a company of twenty highly prestigious ex-military recon and survivalist trainers. Looking at the brochure you see that all of these trainers are rugged, muscular ultra-macho types with service tattoos on the bulging biceps. And what do you know - these men who would normally be commanding a premium salary for such training are offering to accompany the Young Colonists troupe for free... for "charity".

You somehow suspect that those girls are going to be working hard at something besides learning survival skills that they'll never realistically need. You chuckle to yourself. Looks like that problem has resolved itself. Not only will Blake and the rest of her volunteers be out of your way while you finish your messy business here at the school, but dozens more Young Colonists aside from her will no doubt be earning themselves merit badges for diaper changing next year. It doesn't benefit your score but still gives you a warm feeling.

And speaking of warm feelings and benefiting your score... you look hungrily at the two recent graduates as they come up to you. Apparently, Jonas did order something, as a tiny rotor-driven delivery drone buzzes up to him and drops a small paper packet in his hand, which the girls seem to take as a signal that things are ready.

The blonde in the midriff-baring argyle crop-top, Caitlyn, flashes you a perfect, pearly white smile. "So nice to meet you! And I do have to apologize for being just a liiittle bit misleading, Captain Amanda, but I didn't invite you out here to play with us, exactly..."

You feel your heart sink and your stomach flip flop. Looking at Caitlyn you'd been fantasizing about how her trim, flat midriff might look swollen with a bump, and how her petite breasts might engorge if your golf game hadn't gotten too rusty. "But... but Jonas promised..." you start to stammer, unable to keep the disappointment from your voice.

Caitlyn seems like she enjoys teasing you and giggles, waggling her butt from side to side. "Let me finish! I have a special arrangement in mind here, Captain. You might call it a little fantasy that we've had..."

"That YOU'VE had." Belinda, the lithe asian girl in the snug orange tee and thong bikini wrinkles her nose.

Caitlyn snorts and waves sassily at her. "Yeah, whatever Bee, go ahead and save face if you want but I remember how excited you were getting about our little steamy chats over drinks... anyway. Captain, the reason I can't allow you to play in the game with us is because you'll be acting as a special 'hazard' to make the game more interesting, and I wanted to keep things impartial. I think my 'mentor' over there," she glances at Jonas, "was hoping to play that part himself, but since he's putting up a very generous cash prize for the winner that will determine which of the two of us has the controlling share in the company we're starting, he needs to be impartial too. And besides... I for one prefer a 'certain kind of woman' to a regular guy, for this particular work."

The sultry wink that Caitlyn adds makes your blood start pumping again and your nipples start hardening under your top.

Belinda is clearly trying not to blush as she adjusts her visor and purses her lips. "I don't know how Caitlyn talked me into this... nnnh... this will be a tournament of three, and since Caitlyn and I are champion level competitors while Jonas is a semi-amateur, and since he's putting up all the prize money, us two, as the stronger players, will be taking a special... handicap."

"And what would that handicap be?" you ask. trying to keep a neutral tone.

Belinda breaks eye contact before she continues. "...after each hole, the impartial assistant... that's you, Captain... will deliver a number of 'strokes' to the current handicapped player for the crucial first putt she makes after she reaches the green. 'Strokes' meaning..." she puts her hand on her cheek and sighs, excitement hidden behind her front of frustration, "...with your 'natural' club. In us. Am... am I being clear enough?"

Your heart is beating rapidly. Caitlyn boldly steps right up to you and, without asking, stuffs her hand down the front of your shorts. Her hand closes on the already hard length of your cock, making you gasp. "Ooooh my goodness gracious," the sporty blonde says cutely. "I was expecting a 'seven wood', but I think this is more like a 'nine iron'. I always was good at selecting my golf clubs, that's half the game. I hope you know how to use it, sexy." she bats her eyes at you.

All you can do is bite down on a moan as Caitlyn slowly pumps her hand on your cock while she continues. "The active player isn't allowed to make her swing until she's taken all the strokes that she's earned. But after that last stroke you have to stay ALL the way in the 'hole' until she takes her shot, so she shouldn't wait too long. Now, my friend Belinda had a little disagreement at first, but I helped her understand that in order for the game to be fair, we have to play with no condoms. Otherwise one of us could cheat by intentionally getting a lot of strokes on our first swing and then squeezing the hot cum out of this... mmm..." she slides her hand lower to caress the stiffening nuggets under your rod, "impressive set of golf balls you brought for us. The challenge isn't just enduring the pleasure this monster is going to give us while lining up our shots, but the psychological element."

Belinda nods sharply. "Indeed. I have to admit, in a high stakes competition like this, victory should go to the player with the most resolve and ability to stay calm under pressure. Even though Caitlyn is..." she wrinkles her nose, "trying to psych me out and make me fold early by being calm about it, she knows full well that she isn't on any kind of contraception, so the more that fear makes her foul up her first few holes, the tougher the next ones will be. And waiting around too long after the last stroke could be dangerous, too... even if you, our 'hazard', isn't moving, it's impossible to avoid some grinding action while setting up your putt."

The petite ponytailed asian girl suddenly gets a confident sneer as she snaps her fingers at Jonas. He dutifully produces a small plastic blister from his pocket and hands it to her. "And... since I know Caitlyn likes to be devious to make up for her lack of skill, I've called her bluff, as you may have overheard. I don't trust Caitlyn not to have planned this game for what she knew was a safe day, so I've insisted that both of us take a high-grade fertility enhancement pill before we play, to make sure that the game is on even ground."

She must see that your eyes widened at that. Belinda coughs awkwardly and looks down at her shoes. "W-what? It's a game for a quarter million credits, this is a big deal! If she isn't willing to take the full risk she shouldn't have suggested this crazy idea!"

"Oh yeah, sure Belinda. You just wanted to make sure things were fair. Not because you're a dirty dare-devil slut who gets off on taking crazy risks." Caitlyn says casually, still grinning.

"S-shut up!" Belinda hisses. "You're calling me a slut? Your office door is paper thin, you think I can't hear the sound of balls slapping against ass every time some so-called venture capitalist came in to discuss funding for our start-up?"

"I have no comment on that except to say that a principled, honest girl should be making her own way in the world and earning her opportunities instead of getting on her knees and asking daddy!" Caitlyn says, mingling mocking contempt with her sweet voice. "Anyway! The rules are that every stroke counts towards the next hole's handicap, regardless of what par the hole is, so Belinda and I should both go for as many birdies and eagles as possible. "

"Uh... birds...?" You look up, not seeing any avian fauna, artificial or otherwise.

Belinda rolls her eyes and groans in disgust. "Good god... I see Jonas picked you for your looks and your cock size, not your brains, huh? A birdie is scoring one under par on a hole. An eagle is two under par. An albatross is three under par, very rare. Four under is a 'condor' but that almost never happens unless somebody is cheating with cybernetics or nanite augmentations."

Your mind is already racing. It's a beautiful opportunity but also a damnably hard decision. On the one hand, you've always really had a thing for blondes, and you'd love to seed Caitlyn as part 40 (or so) of your warmup for Claire. But on the other hand, the thought of a rude, condescending and arrogant girl like Belinda waddling around with a spherical tummy courtesy of the futa she'd belittled makes your palms so sweaty there's now ay you'd be able to swing a club.

Caitlyn breaks back in. "Don't be condescending, Bee. Anyway, since Jonas is the amateur here he doesn't get the handicap. So unlucky for him, huh? We didn't even get to discuss whether he'd be giving or receiving for his strokes. But, Captain Amanda, speaking of fairness, we want you to do your best to hold out for a long game. So there's a 20,000 credit bonus in it for you if you can make it to the end, in exchange for the winner getting to drink that hot load I'm sure you've been getting ready for us~"

"Erm, I think I'll pass on that." Jonas says with a chuckle.

"Your loss," Caitlyn giggles. "But let's be honest, it's not like you're going to win, handicap or no handicap. But since he's being so generous, in addition to a show and our gratitude... if Jonas comes in second place, then he gets to have a special 'hole in one' with the overall loser." she gives him a wink. "With protection though, since it's not part of the bet by that point. Oh... and if he does somehow win by some fluke he gets to keep all his money I guess. But I somehow doubt that's what he'll be aiming for."

Belinda inspects her clubs in the bag. "Captain, I realize this is a lot to spring on you. Caitlyn really got ahead of herself with this one." The blonde starts to smarmily protest about whose idea the fertility pills were but is cut off but Belinda makes a 'talk to the hand' gesture and continues. "If you want to back out, I suppose we can call in someone else at the last minute..."

"No, that won't be necessary. I think I can manage." you say, barely managing to keep the exuberant lust overflowing every molecule of your body from overflowing into your voice.