You and Jo are evenly matched

You and Jo are fairly evenly matched. You trade salvo after salvo, systematically knocking out each other’s cups, until you each only have one left.

Jo’s shot sails right into your cup. You have one chance to knock her last cup out, or else she’s won.

You line up your shot, concentrating on the last cup. Your arm draws back to throw.

As your arm begins its forward momentum, you hear Jo at the other end of the table.

“Hey lover boy! Check these out!”

She had pulled down the front of her tank top and was pushing her bra-clad tits together, creating even more cleavage then she had had before. Your eyes were locked on those glorious globes of flesh as the ball left your hand.