Which of the two beautiful golfers will you be sinking your 'shot' into?

As pretty as the simulated golf course is, your eyes are glued to the simulated sunlight glistening off Caitlyn and Belinda's beautiful bodies. It's hard to say which is more delightful, as despite their different complexion and hair color the two frenemies have a lot in common. Both have luscious thighs their skimpy outfits expose. Both have tight, toned midriffs and smooth, flawless skin. Belinda is a little bustier, though both young ladies have modest bustlines compared to the likes of Harper from the day before yesterday or that rude bubble-gum chewing girl you'd inseminated a few hours ago. Caitlyn definitely has the nicer ass, a round pair of pale, cushiony buns that could be in the dictionary next to "bubble butt". Yet Belinda has a more graceful and sensuous way of moving, whereas Caitlyn tries a little hard to be cutesy in every move she makes.

You rub your hands greedily with anticipation as the two recent St. Vivian graduates line up their shots. If not for the bet... and your plans for Claire... you'd be tempted to at least consider selling your ship and offering to let whichever of them you end up dumping your load in make an honest futa out of you, just so you can turn her into a regular at St. Applegate's maternity ward. But, on the other hand, if one of them helps you win the bet, you can dangle the other over Claire's head as a reward for being good on the off chance you can talk them into a rematch.

Your mind is racing trying to think of a way that you can turn the important part of this contest into a tie when the hologram flashes the first scores as they reach the green while the simulated golf course shifts and rearranges itself into the green, dropping their golf balls onto where they should have landed. Caitlyn's is gold colored, like her hair, and Belinda's is orange, matching her snug top. The first hole is a par four, and Belinda got there in two, while Caitlyn made it in three, and Jonas... got there in ONE?!

Both girls look a little surprised at Jonas, who shrugs. "Ah, you know how it is... amateur's luck." the handsome man says calmly. You look curiously. Was it really luck, or is he better than he was letting on, and intends on not paying out any prize money? You frown.

Sure enough, while Caitlyn putts the ball in after two tries and Belinda does so in three tries, giving Caitlyn four strokes and Belinda six, Jonas needs only two putts to score despite having landed much further from the hole than Caitlyn did. Both girls give him a somewhat dirty look as he innocently shrugs during the time it takes the course to rearrange to the second hole - the first one where you'll be part of the hazard. "Well, how about that!" he says. "Maybe I've been subconsciously holding back when golfing with my clients? Bad form to beat a CEO, you know. You're supposed to let him or her win, and buy them a nice gift when they do."

Hm... if it wasn't just luck, then more likely Jonas wants to give himself a margin for getting second place, else why would he bother setting this up? Normally you'd have no objection to helping a man fuck a lovely girl. Indeed, you would enjoy watching and try and talk your way into participating, if only so you could 'accidentally' nick the condom with one of your fingernails or teeth. You've done exactly that on several dozen occasions before you even started this bet with Claire - and a few times since. But something about that guy's oily smugness rubs you the wrong way, and besides, you don't want your swimmers to have any competition in case the same player who takes your load ends up in 3rd place. You resolve to leave him in last place if you can even if it means one of those two fertility pills going to waste. But how can you as an impartial judge?

All such thoughts are banished by the fact that it's time for you to do your duties as the 'cock hazard' of the game. You come up behind Caitlyn. "It's alright if I touch a little before you start your swing, right?" you whisper in her ear as you drop your shorts to the ground and acrobatically kick them over to the hovering golf cart.

Caitlyn giggles. "I can't speak for Belinda... but of course, I don't mind. After all, it would be inconvenient if I'm still shaking from cumming on one of the more difficult later shorts, so I'd like to get the first one out of the way early."

You hot-dog your hard shaft between that perfect ass of hers, loving the sight of your stiff cock head making a bulge under her pleated white miniskirt, and your hands slide up the skin of her midriff to slither under the hem of her argyle pattern crop top and give her tits a squeeze. Then turning your attention to the prize, you slide your fingers under that skirt and discover to your delight that Caitlyn decided to forego panties for this outing. In contrast to the students you've been getting your hands on (knowing that academy as you now you, you wouldn't be surprised if a clean-shaven pussy is literally part of the uniform code), Caitlyn has a delightfully fuzzy landing strip above her snatch. "Ooooh, you've got some grass on the green, I see." you say smugly, which gets another giggle from Caitlyn as you spend a minute searching for her clit with your finger. A quiver in her legs tells you when you find it.

"Get on with it or we'll be out here all day!" Belinda snaps at you. "Shove your cock up that ditzy blonde bimbo's twat already!"

Rude though her request may have been, you comply. Even though you had to cut foreplay a little short, the soft petals you push your cock head past are quite moist and ready. You groan and your eyes flutter. Despite being 3 to 6 years older than them and far from prudish, in the moment you feel certain that Caitlyn has a tighter pussy than any you've fucked your way through since you got here, even little five-foot-nothing Bhavana from before you departed the academy for the day.

And then, all of a sudden, you realize the true challenge. This may, in fact, be one of the harshest tests of endurance and discipline you have to go through since you qualified for a hazardous materials piloting license seven years ago. Because after four short pumps... you have to just stay there, with your cock being squeezed by Caitlyn's tight cunt but not allowed to move. It's a special kind of heavenly ****. And you just signed yourself up for a long game of it.

It's with both relief and disappointment that you pull out, making Caitlyn shudder again and coo sweetly as she smooths her skirt back down.

Part of the delicious thrill in this game is that, as far as these two girls know, your eye will be on the bonus prize money offered as an incentive to get you to do your job well... extra credits for each hole that you can endure without cumming inside Caitlyn or Belinda with a multiplier if you make it all the way to the end and let the winner drink your load instead. Little do they know you have no intention whatsoever of earning that bonus. But even so, your bank account is shrinking alarmingly after just a few months in this bet, so you need to last as long as possible... plus you need to be fair for fairness's sake. These girls are making it all but certain that at least one of them will walk away from this game with your genes taking root in their womb, the least you can do is last seven rounds.

A few minutes later, you're behind Belinda again. She hardly reacted and rushed you the first time, so this time you brook no dissent in your pre-insertion groping. You push your tits against her back and slowly massage them up and down while squeezing and kneading her soft, sallow thighs in your palms. And then you take a two-handed grip of her butt. You decide you were unfair to Belinda when you praised Caitlyn before... when it comes to butts, sometimes less is more, and what Belinda's ass lacks in size it more than makes up for in tight, muscular springiness once you've got your hands on it.

"Hurry up already and- AH!" Belinda yelps as you give one of the ass cheeks her black string bikini bottom leaves exposed a firm spank. "No influencing the judge, young lady." you say firmly. "And I thought that prestigious academy was supposed to produce polite, disciplined girls. You've got quite a mouth on you." *THWACK!* You give her an even harder spank on the other cheek.

"Grrrr.... I.... apologize... now do it." Belinda says through gritted teeth.

"Do what? Be specific." you whisper sensually before starting to nibble on her earlobe.

"Slide... that thick, nine inch long futa cock into my horny pussy." Belinda says in a low voice, carefully enunciating every word. Your cock strains. The little wriggles she gives when you grip her waist are just as gratifying as any from the students you've been defiling. You slide your shaft against her crotch. Unlike Caitlyn, the area under Belinda's bikini is completely smooth... even her labia is quite retracted, which makes finding her clit and rubbing your cockhead against it more of a challenge. But you manage to make her gasp and sputter in good time, and once you have, you find that she's gotten quite a bit wetter since your first strokes into her. On the second hole Belinda managed a birdie, so you only get four strokes, but you make sure all of them are long, slow, and deep before pushing your hips up against her athletic rump while she bends forward to putt.

Even if Caitlyn is a little tighter at first, Belinda's pussy has a way of rippling and squeezing around your length that makes your nuts start throbbing angrily after just those four pumps, as if irately demanding your brain explain why they aren't allowed to do their evolutionarily ordained duty and knock this gorgeous, athletic young woman up. You silently promise the small army of sperm readying themselves that they'll get their chance in due time. 'Come on,' you think silently. 'You impatient little bitches have had your way with about 20 young ladies in the past week alone, you can wait a little longer.'

You have to grit your teeth so hard it hurts to endure it when Belinda takes her swing and stumbled forward, letting your cock slip out covered in her juices. She turns and gives a lingering stare at your wet, hard shaft rather than focus on where her shot went. Lucky for her, she aimed it well, and it goes right in. "Looks like my dick is a good-luck charm for you, Belinda." you say coolly as you squeeze that monstrous member in your palm. "You should start inviting me to all of your games."

Belinda awkwardly tugs her thong bikini back into place as she takes in a sharp intake of breath. She looks less pleased than you'd think about the good shot... maybe she was hoping she'd have more strokes for the next one.

Mere minutes later you are desperately trying to dismiss the excuses your mind is coming up with for why it's fine to go ahead and bust in the blonde pussy squeezing you like a glove as Caitlyn's cushiony rump jiggles against your hips with each thrust. And... you have to stand still again. Not only does the sporty minx in the argyle crop-top and miniskirt start intentionally wiggling herself against your crotch, almost as if she's giving you a standing lapdance, she starts cooing and whispering: "Oooh, I just can't get the thought of how much cum you have saved up for us... just inches away from splattering everywhere inside me."

She reaches back with the handle of her golf club and traces it up your inner thigh, carefully navigating it at just the right angle to slide past the exterior portion of your genitalia and trace it against the well-hidden valley of your cunt between your thighs. Caitlyn continues. "I almost want to get it over with so I can just focus on the game, I know I can beat Bee in a fair game.... it's just that I'm more into this than her. She kept getting drunk and telling me her dirtiest fantasies, and now I'm even more into them than she-"

"No conspiring with the impartial hazard!" Belinda squawks.

Obediently Caitlyn takes her shot. And what do you know it - she's catching up. To her friend, at least. That smug prick Jonas is still in the lead... his latest shots haven't been perfect, but he's been keeping pace. A shiver runs down your spine again as Caitlyn squeezes while pulling away from your cock with agonizing slowness, so that you can feel her snatch giving your straining glans a romantic kiss before she smooths her skirt back down.

This time Caitlyn needs a couple extra. Damn it... she's falling behind badly. Would it be so bad if that slippery, manipulative operator Jonas got to fuck her? Normally you love watching beautiful women taking a risky fuck whether you're involved or not. But it just seems unfair.

So, you do your best to make it fair in turn. While Caitlyn is taking her next shot, you unceremoniously drop down to your knees in front of Jonas and start unzipping his fly.

"Whoah, whoah! Hey! Captain!" Jonas does a double take, caught quite off guard. Sure enough, he's been halfway hard already without even touching himself from all this action in front of him. "This isn't part of the bet!"

"Who says it has to be part of the bet?" you say. "I need something to distract myself so I can serve as a hazard properly. We futas have two modes, you know. If I get my body in a receiving mood, that'll help me hold on when it's time to give the girls their strokes. You can object if you want... but after this game, I doubt I'll be in the mood for any more." You take his cock in your hand and jerk it to full hardness, softly slapping it against your cheek before putting your lips on the side of the shaft like a flute.

"I... uhh... ghhhuhh... if you want." like most guys, he's helpless to resist. There've been many occasions where a guy said he'd have no interest in doing anything with a futa, only for you to immediately prove them wrong. Even if they weren't adventurous enough to be on the receiving side, you still have a wet pussy to offer just like any woman, not to mention lips that know what they're doing. In fact, if you weren't so good with your lips, there would be no chance at all you wouldn't be a mother yet, seeing how you've pushed your luck quite a bit over the years already. The very first ship assignment you were ever on after you dropped out of university was with an all male crew of 7... even only serving there for 3 months, it's a statistical miracle you walked away without a bun in the oven, as their supply of condoms lasted less than a week. And now, Jonas is getting the full benefit of the 'survival skills' you'd developed in environments like that.

A minute later, just as he's getting close, you pull your lips off and stand up. "Time to get ready for the next." you say, ignoring his inarticulate protests about how close he was.

You keep making sexual poses and squeezing your large breasts with your hands while Jonas lines up his next shot. His hands are sweaty on the golf club grip and his legs are shaking... that time, it takes him no less than five strokes to even make it to the green, wiping out most of his lead.

Time drags to a crawl each time you're edged to hell and back by Caitlyn or Belinda's perfect cunts. You always end up feeling like the grass is greener on the side you're on - whenever you're inside one golfer's pussy, you feel like you'll never want to pull out or experience another woman, until you switch off and decide THIS is the woman you want for your personal sex-maid.

On the fourth hole, Caitlyn gets an eagle and starts catching up when Belinda has a run of sour luck with a sand trap. But on the sixth hole, Belinda manages an albatross, clearing it in three under par.

On that very same green, hole six, you start throwing your hips into Caitlyn more violently than before, and barely manage to stop yourself from going over the prescribed five. The bubbly platinum blonde, rather than taking her shot immediately, reaches back to fondle your balls in her palm and slide her index finger into your own kitty.

Sensuous exuberance overflows into her words: "Oooh... you know, Captain, my dad has been prodding me every time we talk about how I shouldn't get myself so caught up in running a business that I forget to give him any grandkids. A lot of his friends' sons and daughters married straight out of school and are already parents or expecting." She giggles. "Imagine if I told him that he and mom are going to get their wish as a result of a bet with Belinda over a golf game. She's the one who planted this idea in my head after all. I guess they were right about her being a bad influence."

She grabs your hand and runs it down over her flat, smooth midriff. "I feel so hot inside... like my body is begging to be bred. And look!" she points at Belinda, who shakes her head and suddenly averts her eyes as if caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "You can tell Bee wants to see me getting filled with cum. She's thinking about my tight wet pussy squeezing around you and wishing she could come in for a better look. Don't let me stop you, Bee! Come right in and join, I don't mind at all. I won't even EVER make fun of you for all the times you said you're straight and don't have any interest in fooling around with me."

At first Belinda looks annoyed. But then she smirks and narrows her eyes. "Fine, Caitlyn. If you want to make things even harder on yourself, why shouldn't I be a little adventurous?"

And so, as Caitlyn takes her sweet fucking time lining up her next shot, you feel the bill of Belinda's visor pressing against your ass cheeks before the beautiful asian woman starts licking your slit... and soon sliding her mouth forward to give each of your balls a kiss from behind. The sensation soon becomes unbearable as you continue to press your hand against the fit blonde's tummy, imagining it growing round and her cup size going up. Even though you've been having more risky sex this week than any other in your life, on account of this profusion of naive, slutty students you've stumbled upon, the sheer certainty of what will happen if you let yourself go right now has your imagination running absolutely wild.

...and then, once again, the time you take to savor the mental image is all it takes for Caitlyn to take her shot without you noticing and step forward and away from you, with Belinda suddenly ceasing her ministrations a moment later. This time you can't stop yourself from letting out a tortured moan of denial.

"Pfft... not the most disciplined or responsible captain, are you?" Belinda stares at your wet cock as she strolls up to the green, bending over and tugging her bikini bottoms to the side again. "I can only imagine how many profitable opportunities you've let slip between your fingers because you were too obsessed with gratifying your animal lusts. Maybe after I win this match and the bet, you should discuss a leveraged buyout of your business with me, so you can focus on chasing skirts at your next shore leave instead of worrying about money."

This time you take your time even more than usual, cupping Belinda's modestly-sized, perfectly-squeezable breasts in your palms. Thanks to the fact that you've been having to fuck a lot of your trysts at the Academy in between their classes, you've gotten quite used to feeling them up while only partly stripping them, or more often, while they're still fully clothed. But now, you decide to indulge, and pull Belinda's orange shirt up high so you can feel the soft skin of her breasts and massage the little dark buds of her nipples. All the while your cock is throbbing against her lower back.

Just as Belinda is about to start bitching at you to stop wasting time again, you hear a distorted recording of her voice coming from behind you. Both you and Belinda glance back to see her friend Caitlyn holding up her personal datapad.

"Oh, oops! My finger must have slipped." Caitlyn says in her chipper tone of voice. "I just pulled up the recording of that night where we had a few too many drinks and started talking about our fantasies."

Belinda gasps in shock. "Caitlyn!! You... you cheating bitch! You recorded that just so you could use it against me?"

"Of course not!" Caitlyn says. "I was recording it for inspiration. How do you think I came up with the idea for this bet? I was just watching it on mute to get myself nice and wet for the final hole and accidentally turned the sound on. If you don't like it I'll close it... Oh, oops~ That's the volume!"

On the recording, you can hear Belinda's voice, clearly quite a bit tipsier, in mid conversation, speaking in a husky, conspiratorial voice: "...and so we'd bring this big-cocked futa bimbo back to the office with us... and, no bullshitting around, tell her we're gonna settle the question of which of us is better once and for all... mmmh... we'd tell her we're both fertile and unprotected so it isn't just a casual thing, her choice has consequences..."

Also in the recording, Caitlyn's voice giggles: "Ooooh, that would be so risky, you're such a bad girl under that stuck-up surface, Bee~ would we take her back to our rooms one at a time?"

"F...fuck no...!" The recording version of Belinda says, while at the same time, you are tracing the head of your cock down the firm ass-crack of the genuine article as she bends forward. "...we'd both fuck her together. And even if she's, like, the dumbest most irresponsible slut imaginable, that our parents would be mortified to see us with, we'd tell her that we're all hers to do whatever she likes with... while she's pounding us we'd tell her we'll populate a whole family mini-shuttle for her if she wants.... all it would take is one fertile spurt and we're hers forever, to breed as much as she wants forever... as long as she picks ME, and not YOU. And then I'd get on me knees and give her a clean-up blowjob and thank her for giving my needy pussy her precious seed... I mean, or you would.."

"God damn it, Caitlyn!!" The real, stone-cold sober (except with desire) Belinda spits at her through gritted teeth as Caitlyn finally manages to find the off button. "You... you goaded me into saying that, you were plotting agains- AH!"

Belinda is interrupted by you giving her exposed ass a full-handed spank. You've been delivering quite a few exuberant spanks to naughty young ladies this week, but usually very light and teasing... this one, though, you made sure that she felt, leaving a red hand print on her bottom. You give another, *slightly* lighter one to her other cheek.

"Don't you dare try and back out on your bet now," you say confidently to Belinda, in that authoritative, dominant tone that's made so many women weak in the knees. "and I'm not talking about the golf game. It sounds like this is going to be settling a much older and more important bet. Trust me... the money isn't what's important. A rivalry like this can come around only once in your whole life, even if you live to be 200. If you lose now, the real bet, whether or not you win a little bit of that schlub Mr. Ranton's money, Caitlyn is never gonna let you live it down."

"Oh, I wouldn't say neeeever," Caitlyn says in a very cute voice, not even trying to hide her hand squeezing and massaging one of her own breasts. "I'd probably start getting bored bragging about it after a couple decades or so."

Belinda sucks air through her teeth and tries to focus down on the golf ball on the fake turf in front of her. But you slide your hand up over her nubile body, take hold of her chin, and make her look into your eyes.

"Or maybe that was just the drinks talking?" you smirk wickedly. "You can prove that... with a little bet within a bet. After I give your hungry twat the strokes it's begging for, I'm going to take my finger..." you slide your other hand down between her legs and put your index finger right on the top of her pussy mound, the shiver letting you know you're on target. "...and tease your naughty clit with all skills. If you don't say anything dirty and you don't cum after a minute, I'll accept that it was just Caitlyn manipulating you, not something you wanted. But I should warn you..."

You glance back at the blonde, who is clearly enjoying herself immensely. "...Caitlyn's pussy is one of the silkiest and wettest I've ever felt. If I go in her again there's no way I'll be able to resist cumming. In fact, my last little round with her has me on edge already. If I feel your pussy start squeezing and milking me just because the thought of my potent seed flooding your cunt and working its way up into your womb excites you THAT much, well, I don't think I'll be able to resist, even if I'd rather plant my seed in a woman with a nicer, more easy-going personality than yours."

"F...f...fuck.... Caitlyn, you..." Belinda stammers, then takes a deep breath. "nnghh... I mean... what are you waiting for, Captain? Enough wasting time. Shove that huge cock into me again and fuck me like you mean it."

That's all the encouragement you need to do exactly that. Your straining glans bludgeons its way past Belinda's crinkled, aroused pussy lips and you slide inch after inch into her, making the first stroke a slow one. Instead of hard and fast, you go slow, working your shaft from side to side inside her as your hands run all over her body. When she tries to protest again you lean in and kiss her on the lips.

"One..."

"Two..."

"Three..."

"AHHHH!" Even though you've been rubbing your middle finger in a circular motion over Belinda's clit for less than a minute, her resolve breaks completely. The golf club falls from her hands and she reaches back to grab your soft thighs with both hands, using it for leverage as she throws her ass back at you. She grinds her hips against yours as if she's giving you a standing lap dance.

"Come on, Captain! You horny, selfish red-headed futa bimbo! Can't you feel how thirsty my body is for your cum? Fill me so full of that potent cream that I'll be leaking for days! Smother my fucking egg in your dirty jizz! Knock me up!"

Since she's asking so nicely, how can you refuse? Since the moment your cock touched her labial lips you've been feeling an inexorable tide swelling between your legs as a thick wad of the potent cum Belinda's been craving for so many months collects in the base of your cock. A gush of the fit young asian woman's juices bathes your lucky cock and starts trickling out around the base as her soft, warm insides squeeze and massage your shaft needily. What else can you do except let the pleasure take over and release?

"AUHHHHHHHH!" You indiscreetly shriek in ecstasy as you pump Belinda's tight pussy full. You make absolutely sure to hold your hips tight against her so you can feel every flex of her ass against you as a hot white torrent fires down the length of your cock and splatters all over her depths. Just when you think it's over, another, even heavier pulse fires off, giving you tunnel vision.

Filling Belinda up with your cum feels so good that for a moment, you think this is it: you're dying, cumming yourself to ****, as your eyes roll back in your head.

A minute later, your eyes flutter open as Caitlyn bends over you, fanning your face. It seems you collapsed backwards. Good thing it was on a nice, soft patch of artificial grass. Because of the angle you're laying at, you see up on the score-board floating in the artificial sky of the golf course that Belinda just putted her ball in with a single stroke.

Belinda is squatting down, her feet close together but her knees spread wide, giving you a good view of the sticky, dribbling mess that your 'choice' made of her pussy. Just as you look, a thick, pearly white glob oozes out of her cuntlips and into the grass. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck...!" she's still breathing heavily, and her skin is beaded with sweat. "What was I thinking? After I took that pill..." she sees you looking. "What are you looking at, you bimbo?! Damn it, did you have to cum that much inside me? I could really get pregnant from this!"

With shaking knees, Belinda stands back up. But before she can retrieve her club, Caitlyn comes up behind her and wraps her hands around her friend's waist, sliding her own fingers down to stop Belinda from tugging her black bikini back into place. "Caitlyn! What...?" she asks, but soon, she can't manage any more coherent words as Caitlyn's fingers start tracing over her inner thighs, gathering up the dribbles of white semen that had been trickling out of her and messily fingering them back in.

"Sorry, Belinda!" Caitlyn says in her usual bubbly voice. "But I'm tired of pretending you don't want this, and I'm not gonna humor your neurotic hard-to-get routine anymore! You already won the bet that really mattered, and now you're gonna enjoy the reward that comes with it!" she dips three fingers inside Belinda, who grips weakly at Caitlyn's slender wrists but doesn't **** her away, unable to do anything but moan.

"Ooh, I'm excited just thinking about it. Letting you sit in my lap and make you cum again and again, while I feel you get heavier week after week as your tummy swells up. And any time I start acting flirty like I'm the hottest girl in the room, all you'll have to do is take my hand and put it up against your new baby bump and I'll have to shut up." In response to the blonde's ministrations, Belinda's head lolls to the side and she gasps out another **** orgasm, clenching around her rival-turned-lover's fingers.

"...and whenever it comes time to make a deal with some greasy rich guy like Jonas back there," Caitlyn continues with glee, "you'll be able to snap your fingers and tell me to bend over for him without any complaints. You can even tell me I'm not allowed to use a condom, and record it, even sell the holo, and I'll have to go along with it. Because when we fulfilled the fantasy you shared with me and took turns fucking the hottest person either of us have ever been with besides each other, she chose you... just you... only you... to breed with. "

"Caitlyn...." Belinda breathes when the blonde finally lets her go and she sinks to her knees. "You're... such a bitch..."

Caitlyn giggles and pulls up the hem of her skirt, playing with herself and then thrusting those two fingers inside herself to start giving herself the orgasm she's earned after giving #2 to Belinda. "Of course I am. Takes one to know one, right?"

Although you don't mention it, you wonder if Caitlyn noticed that she hadn't bothered to clean the sticky strands of cum off of her fingers before thrusting them up into herself. Even though it's not nearly as much as the huge load that had drenched Belinda's cervix, she's taking quite a bit of a risk herself now. Even though you weren't swinging a golf club yourself you might've just scored yourself a 'double'.

You're still getting dressed when the last hole comes up.

"Oh, right..." you murmur. "The golf game's still on... and... looks like Caitlyn was sneaking into the lead. I wonder if she really did just want to win. I'm not surprised it took Belinda so many swings to sink her ball on the sixth hole... she was shaking quite a bit, she's in third place even behind Jonas now. Jonas..."

And... oh, damn it. You suddenly realize that you forgot to keep Jonas distracted with your intermittent blowjob strategy, as he takes a swing. The golf ball sails in a perfect arc and lands right on the green, making up for the deficit you'd teased him into. He glances back and seems to know you're trying to sabotage him, because he stands well away from you defensively as he waits to putt.

Caitlyn seems like she's running on a high of moral superiority after getting Belinda to admit her desires, and does pretty well, making it to the green with just three swings, giving her a fairly comfortable lead, giving her three chances to putt it into the hole before she goes over par. She starts to say something teasing again, but this time, Belinda puts her fingers over Caitlyn's mouth to shush her, a dominant gesture that seems to excite the blonde greatly.

"Quiet please." Belinda says simply as she takes her club in hand. You wish you could help somehow... it looks like she's about to come in last place, meaning Caitlyn will get the prize money and the top position at the company the two girls are starting. You wish you could help somehow. You don't feel an ounce of guilt about deceptively tricking dozens of schoolgirls into risking pregnancy from what they thought was safe sex, twenty from your own sperm alone, but you'd feel bad if Belinda, who seems to be the superior player on the merits, winds up losing a lot of money because of your interference. Especially now that she'll need to start budgeting for child care.

After a dramatic pause, Belinda takes her swing. And, though she watches with stoic resolve, Caitlyn bursts out into cheering when the ball lands right on the green, closer than Jonas's.

When Jonas, who's clearly surprised, is trying to set up his putt, Caitlyn comes up behind him and pushes her boobs against his back. "Hey what...?!" he asks.

"Sorry," Caitlyn says. "There was a bee on your back."

"We're on a space station!" Jonas protests.

"Yeah, and? There are still bees. Gotta pollenate those plants somehow." She slides away from him.

Alas, it seems the damage has been done, as the flustered businessman misses one, two, three, four shots in a row. He just can't get that ball to go in, it keeps skirting the edge of the hole. He's one over par by the time he finally sinks it.

To show she isn't playing favorites, Caitlyn volunteers to give Belinda a thigh massage from behind as she lines up her own putt (your own role is now ended - you failed to play the hazard properly, so, no bonus credits for you). But it doesn't affect her negatively, clearly, since Belinda manages to sink it in a single shot. That causes the simulated course to go nuts: fireworks start bursting all over the computer generated sky and heavenly trumpets sound as a huge holographic albatross descends over the course.

Caitlyn is so excited she starts jumping for joy like a cheerleader. She takes Belinda's hands in hers. "C-Caitlyn! Why are you getting excited?! Don't you know I just beat you?" Belinda says, flustered.

"Who cares who won?! That was a legendary shot, Bee! I am sooooo glad that I set this whole game up to record, you'll be able to play in any tournament in the galaxy you want to with a play like that!"

Belinda stops stifling her smile and giggles, leaning in to hug Caitlyn tightly. Then her eyes snap open. "Wait... the WHOLE game?"

Jonas, for his part, looks less than pleased with how this has turned out. You just give him an innocent shrug and smile. "Ah... sorry I didn't last the whole time. I'll tell you what, though."

You decide you'll 'throw him a bone' so to speak. You can't risk doing it yourself, since you don't have access to any un-sabotaged condoms and can't trust him to control himself. "That favor you wanted from me... it was planned for your house after classes tomorrow, right?"

Jonas raises an eyebrow. "And why are you concerned with the Academy's class schedule, Captain?" he asks with a edge of suspicion in his voice.

"Hey," you say with a shrug and a smirk, "you aren't the only one with family and friends on this station, why do you think I agreed to come?"

"And yet you knew almost nothing about the regulations?" he asks.

You sigh. "Just meet me at the ivy-covered footpath an hour before the planned rendezvous time, okay? I've been doing a little side deal and there's a certain someone who owes me a favor." You reach into your fanny pack and hand him one of the condom wrappers that you'd kept from the delivery Blake had picked up. "You'll want to bring one of these. Now stop pouting and let's enjoy the show." you say, pointing to where Caitlyn and Belinda have stopped jumping up and down in excitement and are sinking down to the grass in one another's arms, the former planting a line of kisses over Belinda's stomach and spreading her knees apart.