Another great throw

Bill takes a glance at her breasts and smiles knowing that they will be his soon enough. He will have her as his personal whore. Bill took a deep breath and began to focus. The world slowly faded away from him until there was only Bill, the knives, and the board. He watched it for a moment. He wasn't going to allow himself to make another mistake. That twenty-three should have been a twenty-five but he had been careless. He watched the twenty-five spin around the board. He raised the knife in his hand and with a deep breath released the knife. Bill watched as the knife flew through the air and hit it's mark. Another twenty-five points for his score bringing it to a total of forty-eight. It wasn't good enough though, not for Bill and his massive ego. He knew that she was a good knife-thrower as well and assuming he got a one. The only hope of her being his **** was if she threw three ones. The odds of that were almost nothing. He would need another twenty-five if he had any hop of making it. This is something that he desired above all else and he was going to achieve it.

“Well, that's another score over twenty. Time to strip Michelle,” Bill said with a smile as he looked at his opponent. He wanted to psych her out so she would fail. Michelle simply nodded and wriggled herself out of her pants.

“You're lucky Bill. But luck can only carry you so far,” she said as she tossed her pants aside.

“Luck has nothing to do with it. I will win Michelle,” Bill said simply as he grabbed another knife.