First Loser

"Screw this!" said Marco. He got up and lunged for Doris, but she sidestepped him. "Come hear, bitch!" said Marco. He ran at Doris, but she ran around the room. He finally caught up to her and tackled her from behind. He grabbed her the waistband of her pants and started to pull them down.

"Get off!" said Doris. She squirmed under his weight

"Fuckin' come off!" said Marco as she struggled with the pants. The pants were a bit tight and still being zipped up and buttoned.

Marco got the pants down an inch before Doris squirmed free. She pulled up her pants and glared at Marco. She was red in the face. "Not today, bucko!" she said.

Marco lunged again and got Doris in a bear hug.

"Ugh, let me go!" said Doris.

"Give me your fucking pants!" said Marco. He slid his hands down to grab at Doris's pants, but this loosened his grip on her, and she got free.

"Give it up!" said Doris. She dodged Marco again, and he chased her around the room again.

After five minutes of chasing, lunging, and a bit more wrestling, a bell sounded, and Marco sank to his knees grabbing his head.

"Surrender your pants, Marco," said the voice.

"Fuck! OK!" said Marco. He stood up and kicked off his shoes. He took off his jeans. The dumb waiter door opened, and he put his jeans in. The door closed, leaving Marco in a pair of gray boxer-briefs and shirt.

"Our next challenge is for Miriam," said the voice.

Miriam gasped.