Why not

“Why not?” you said with a shrug. Cindy shot daggers at you. No doubt she was hoping she wouldn’t have to pay off her debt. You could care less. While you had no doubt that like all guys he wanted to see Cindy totally naked, you doubted he would do more than have her give him a blowjob.

Anne glanced nervously over to where the guys were. You followed her gaze and froze. Every one of them was staring at you intently. There was no question what they had on their minds. At least half of them had already stripped you with their eyes. Anne put her arm around your shoulders.

“You sure about this?” she asked softly. You gave her a nervous smile.

“Hey, what’s the worst that can happen?” you asked rhetorically, “I suck a couple cocks before they bend me over the scorer’s table and they take turns fucking my brains out.”

“You’re fresh meat,” Anne explained, “Everyone is going to want you to suck their cock. I doubt they are going to bend you over that table. I’m not even sure they’ll bother taking turns.” Anne’s proclamation didn’t help your nervousness. Although you had to admit they had their place, you weren’t fond of giving blow jobs. You did all the work and they got all the pleasure. And if you weren’t careful, you ended up tasting their salty spunk for the rest of the evening. And while you weren’t opposed to trying new positions, you weren’t sure you were up to new positions that involved more than one cock at a time.

“Hey, I may not be sure, but I’m a woman of my word…I’m in.” you told her. Anne looked at you hard. You couldn’t hide the nervousness in your voice. Still, she seemed willing to accept your participation. You followed her to center court where Marcus was waiting.

It didn’t take long to get the rules. They were pretty much what you expected. Players were sock footed to avoid putting scuff marks on the basketball court as well as splinters. The midcourt stripe was the dividing line; Guys to the north, Girls to the south. You crossed to the other side at your own risk. If you were hit with a thrown ball or someone caught the ball you threw, you had to take off an article of clothing. You were considered safe while you stripped. Only after you indicated that you were ready by touching the back wall could you be hit or throw a ball again. As the incident with Cindy demonstrated, safety was a priority. If you threw at someone’s head, whether you hit or not, you had to take off an article of clothing and do whoever you threw at a favor of their choice. Finally, Anne and Marcus were the final arbitrators of everything that went on. They could impose additional penalties as they saw fit (and could agree upon).

“Any questions?” Anne asked.

“What happens if you are hit and don’t have any clothes?” you asked.

“You’re out…” Anne answered, “Unless you can get someone to take a piece of clothing off in your stead.”

“You could also ‘buy’ back your clothes,” Marcus added, “At least those you lost through gameplay.”

“However, it will be expensive.” Anne cautioned, “You will have to buy back all lost clothes, including those lost through other violations and those you have bought back before.” Most of the guys were smiling in anticipation. It didn’t take a genius to realize what it would take to buy back your clothes. Once again you felt nervous. Once again you were afraid that you had committed to more than you wanted. However, you made no attempt to back down from your commitment.

“Don’t worry,” Cindy said, “We’ll take good care of you.” The busty blonde took you by the arm and led you to the women’s end of the court. Despite the fact your acceptance **** her to do a favor for Larry, Cindy seemed quite sincere. As soon as you kicked off your shoes, she introduced you to your teammates. For the most part, they ranged from 5’7” to 5”10”, which made you one of the smaller women. Only Tomomi who stood a fraction over 5’ was shorter. At the other end of the spectrum was Shannon towered over you at close to 6’6”. You were somewhere in the middle when comparing figures. Most ranged from C-cups to double D’s. Again Tomomi was on the small end. The slight bulge in her loose sweater indicated that she couldn’t be more than a B-cup. You doubted she was even that big. Again Shannon represented the large end. Despite the tightness of her bra and sweater she had to be at least an F-cup.

Cindy positioned you along the end line, just inside the right lane marker. She was a step to your right, just outside the lane marker. Beyond her were Mary, a perky brunette who wore her shoulder-length hair in a loose ponytail, and Nicole, a busty gal whose white sports bra stood out against her dark skin. On the other side of the lane was Melissa. Aside from the fact her eyes were green instead of blue and she still had her skirt, Melissa looked just like Cindy. Beyond Melissa were Tina, a slender girl whose straight black hair hung down just below her bra strap, Tomomi, the small Japanese woman with twin braids she could sit on, and Shannon, the giantess with fire engine red hair splayed about her shoulders.

“When Marcus crosses the far end line we can go for the balls.” Cindy told you. You followed her gaze to center court. Marcus and Anne were arranging four of the red rubber balls along the midcourt stripe. Beyond where the two captains worked, the guys were lined up along the other end line. Like the girls, the guys were lined up with two in front of each ball. Larry was lined up on the left end. He was paired up with a blonde by the name of Brian. Aside from Ken, Brian was the only one along the end line who had lost his sweater. Ken was lined up opposite you with a large redhead named Tom. They looked eager to charge the balls. “And when Anne crosses the line, the guys get to go for the balls.” Cindy explained.

Marcus and Anne took one last look at their respective teams. Marcus nodded. Anne took off for your end of the court. After she had taken a couple steps, Marcus took off for the other end. Despite giving Anne a head start, your captain was still several steps from the end line when Marcus crossed the line.