Failure is not an option

Bill took a deep breath and allowed all the doubts to leave his mind. He **** out all thoughts. The crowd, the beautiful virgin that would be his, and all other extraneous thoughts. There was only himself, the knives, and the board. The twenty-five called to him like an old friend as he watched it spin around and around.
After a time Bill took careful aim and then with a flick of the wrist the knife went soaring into the air. The knife cut through the air and hit it's mark. Another twenty-five. A sly smile beamed across Bill's face. A 73. “That's pretty damn good,” Bill thought to himself, “If she gets less than a 28 she'll be my little whore. That will be a treat.”
“Your bra or panties dear? It's alright. I'll see all of you soon enough anyway,” he said smirking at her as he ran a hand through his dark hair.
Michelle blushed deeply as she unclasped her bra and exposed her breasts to the crowd. Perhaps she had been too bold with this one. Her pride may be her own undoing as she feared for a moment that her virginity may finally be forfeit to Bill.
“Your turn hun,” Bill said as he cleared the throwing area. Michelle took her knives and after the board was cleared prepared to make her shot.