Watch the game... and the halftime show

The actual basketball part of the game itself was pretty much what David expected. The players' skill had improved somewhat from the pre-virus WNBA. Better coaching and more resources had ensured that.

The team uniforms were essentially branded sports bras and spandex shorts. They were about as sexy as David could imagine a sport uniform being: moderately sexy.

Cheerleader uniforms weren't that different than before the virus except, David quickly realized, they did not include panties. Every kick gave the crowd a flash of pussy.

Jayleen was very excited to be at the game, and she certainly wasn't shy with her opinions. From beside him, David heard frequently-yelled variations on "fuck yeah, Jones! Good hustle!" "In what world is that a foul!?" "Yeah! Great D!"

Through the first half, the score stayed fairly close.

As the second quarter ended, the buzz from the crowd increased in intensity. The announcer yelled, "is everybody readyyyyyyyy?" The crowd cheered and she continued, "it's time for the half time play time, presented by Pepsi!" The crowd cheered again.

As always when he was confused, he looked to Sarah. She was reaching for the gift bag that were given on the way in to the arena. He looked around and saw every woman in the stadium grabbing their little vibrator, turning it on, and starting to get themselves off.

There were thousands of women around him, all with the little Pepsi/WNBA vibrator humming away as they put on a collective half-time show. Looking down at the court, he saw that the players had retreated to the locker rooms, but the cheerleaders were circled around the perimeter of the floor, each with their legs spread, "leading" the play time.

David looked beside him and made eye contact with Cynthia. She realized he wasn't taking part in the fun and slid to the floor in front of him, toy still buzzing at her clit. She wasted no time getting his cock in her mouth and sucked hungrily.

Music thumped through the arena as he looked up at the jumbotron to see various porn clips flashing across it. He watched quick clips of a cock being pushed into a pussy, cum splashing across a woman's face, lips wrapped around the base of a cock, all timed carefully to the music.

The only pause in Cynthia's blowjob was when the toy occasionally overwhelmed her and she stopped to pant in a few deep breaths before pushing his cock back into her mouth, and pressing it into her throat as deeply as she could.

Eventually the feeling of Cynthia's mouth and throat, and the sound of thousands of buzzing toys and panting women around him were too much. He filled Cynthia's mouth. She swallowed and looked up at him, holding eye contact as she made herself cum with the toy.

As her orgasm passed, she looked at Sarah and Jayleen. David followed her gaze. They were both in their own worlds, happily buzzing away as part of the halftime break.

He looked down at Cynthia. She looked up at him, and with a mischievous smile, wrapped her lips back around his cock again. Cynthia seemed to think that she had given the other girls their chance to take a turn. With their silence, she wasn't about to let another opportunity pass for herself.

As she sucked him again, David surveyed the stadium. There were thousands of women around him, all with a little toy buzzing away at their pussy. Panting and moaning filled the air. Looking down at the floor, he watched the cheerleaders, legs spread, skirts up, all making sure the audience knew exactly what they were supposed to be doing.

As he looked, it seemed liked one of the cheerleaders was looking at him specifically. She was just a little too far away to be sure, but he could swear she made eye contact with him as her body tensed and she came. He was sure she held eye contact while he filled Cynthia's mouth for the second time, just as the music faded and the cheerleaders all ran off the court.

The girls collected themselves as the players returned. He heard Jayleen summarize, "fuck, that was awesome."

As the third quarter started, the girls' attention returned to the game.

After watching the game for a while, David looked down at the bench to see the cheerleader he thought was looking at him earlier approach one of the players. The two of them spoke for a moment before the cheerleader gestured over her shoulder in his direction. The player looked where she was pointing, at David.

The two of them returned to their excited conversation briefly before the cheerleader bounced away.

David looked back and forth to the girls around him. They were all watching the game, and hadn't seen the exchange.

He looked back at the player, who was now looking at him. She motioned him toward her, apparently suggesting he come down to the bench. He looked back, pointed at himself, and mouthed "me?"

She nodded and beckoned him again. He looked around to see if someone else around him was actually the one she was looking at. He looked back to her, and she waved him down again.

Cynthia was paying attention now, and whispered "what the hell?"

David shrugged, "damned if I know," and slid past her to make his way down.

After some back and forth between him, a suspicious security guard, and the player, David walked up behind the players' bench. The woman who had beckoned him over was wearing a sports bra that said "Stewart" on the back.

She greeted him, "you're David, right? From Vicky's videos?"

He was taken aback but managed to answer, "yeah."

"I'm Becky. I love your videos."

"Oh uh... thanks," David was unsure how to proceed, "I'm glad you like them."

She explained, "we're on the road a lot. Watching you lick those girls has got me through the night more than once," she looked back up at the stands, "is that Sarah with you? Fuck, watching you lick her is hot."

David took a good look at Becky and realized how much he really enjoyed the WNBA. He suggested, "yeah that's her. We should connect. Maybe you want to find out how it feels for yourself?"

Her eyes momentarily lit up before she frowned, "we fucking leave town tonight." She paused for a moment, muttered "fuck it," looked down the bench and said, "hey coach! You're not actually going to play me, are you?"

A stern looking woman turned to her and answered angrily, "probably not... why?"

She gestured over her shoulder at David. The coach frowned, then sighed, "get the fuck out of here then... oh in what world was that a foul!? For fucks sake! Hey ref, are there new rules you haven't told us about yet?! Is just standing there a foul now?!"

Becky took her chance, grabbed David by the hand, and pulled him away from the court. As she hurried away, she explained, "like four girls would have to literally break their legs before I made it on the court."

She led him to the locker room.