Again! Same song!

"Again! Same song!"- She yells, staring angrily at the TV.

"You sure, honey? You just got..."

"Same. Song. Now!" - She orders in a serious tone, turning away from me. A few seconds later, she turns back to the TV and I can see she has moved her left arm to try to cover both boobs, thereby freeing her right. - _So THAT'S the plan? To beat me one-handed? - _It's good enough, I could get a nice underboob glimpse now, especially from her right boob, the one just covered by her tiny hand.

"Oh... I see, I see, someone needs their arms to win after all, huh?" - Some trash talk never hurt and I needed her off her game.

"Just put the song on!"

"Patience, miss O'Keefe."- I say, removing my shorts. - "We're both in our underwear now. Just in case you decide to come up with another excuse... we're literally dressed the same." - Bitchy, Erica just gives me the hand and stares at the screen. - "Alright, now that we agree, let's see by how much you'll lose this time..."

Song on. Sweaty bodies jumping and fighting for the perfect move side by side. We'd both learned some of the moves, we'd both improved, specially Erica with a free arm. Unfortunately for her, the console is capable of recognizing when only one arm is moving and so she continues to lose points and miss combos throughout the song. In the end, the same result. I beat her by almost a thousand points.

"Yep, same old, same old... arm or no arm, huh?"

Erica isn't replying now. She's so pissed she's red in the face. At first, I thought it was all the jumping and the heat, but it was actually anger. I actually want her angry, that didn't suit me at all, so I call it quits.

"Alright. We had our fun, but it's time to work, yea? I'm gonna go see if..."

"Shot."

Caught a little by surprise, I turn to her. - "What was that, darling?"

"Shot. I want my shot. Now." - She demands, almost as if I was her servant instead of the other way around. But I wanted her to relax a little, so I comply. - "One shot coming right up." - I decide to make her the strongest shot I I know. Devil Springs: vodka at 80% with a splash of ginger ale. It's one hell of a punch, but that's the kind Erica needed. As soon as I'm done, Erica comes rushing in and pouring it down.

"Argh, this one is disgussssting! Blergh! What the hell's in here?!"

"Just some vodka and ginger ale..."

"Yuck! It's burning all the way down my throat, too!" - She complains.

"Yea, it does that..." - I scoff. - "Now, why don't we..."

"Again." - She says making the weirdest faces because of the taste in her mouth.

"Oh, I see... so first it's the arm, now it's gonna be the taste making you lose, right?"

"Pfff you don't know anything, Mr. Archer! Not even how to dance..."

"You sure?" - She was being such a bratty bitch. - "Cuz that's not what I see..." - I point to the TV again. With an angry face and puffing, she bursts out.

"Just put the song on." - All pissy, she's looking kinda sexy at the same time. I couldn't help but notice her underwear sliding up her butt, too.

Song on. 20 seconds in, the story repeats itself. I'm gaining on her, she knows the outcome. But Erica suddenly pauses the game. - "Can I have another shot? Please? I know it wasn't the deal but I..."

"Sure." - I cut her, immediately going to the minibar. I didn't wanna argue, specially not about this. - "You think more booze is gonna cut it, missy?" - I try to lighten the mood a bit. Erica doesn't reply. - "I thought you didn't even like this one..."- I say as I place it on the counter.

"I don't." - She mumbles, walking by me. - "But if I wanna win..." - Erica downs her second shot and decidedly turns around, returning to the living room. This time, there was no arm covering her perky teenage boobs... she'd freed herself and was ready to kick my butt, she just needed some more... encouragement. I couldn't care less about that, as I stare at those beautiful little mounds next to me. God, I was turned on again. Of course Erica notices, she knows she's got the upper hand now. About a minute of eye-fucking, I'm finally brought back to reality.

"My eyes are up here." - She teases. - "And my arms are right here." - Waving them around, she's trying to prove how confident she is now.

Dancing next to her wiggling tits AND her arms roaming free? I knew I was fucked. I knew she was better than me, I had just beaten her because of her shyness. But now... now it was all her. And she was pumped as fuck, flashing her tits to whoever wanted to see. I did want to see. But I didn't want to lose my winning streak now. So I walk to the TV and creepily stare at her exposed body.

"Aren't I lucky to have such a gorgeous secretary?" - I ask rhetorically.

"Yeah, you are. And you're about to get your ass kicked, too."

"I might be, but first let me take a better look at my new emplyee. Spin around for me." - I order, licking my lips but with a plan. Hesitantly, drunken Erica begins showing me that sexy young body, slowly spinning around with a cocky grin on her face. As soon as she turns her back to me, I move the kinect receiver slightly to my side, taking away some of the camera's coverage of where she was standing. - "Well, I'll be damned. Now I'm facing the real thing, huh? The real Erica. Should I be scared?" - She just nods. - "But... you know, miss O'Keefe, we've been playing for a while now. First you got to use one arm. Then you got a stimulating shot. Then another free shot. And now the other arm is loose. And here I am, winning every single turn, but not getting anything in return. You're there, drinking, having fun and getting your ass handed to you, but what about Mr. Archer?"

"Whatever, you're just getting lucky today, now let's get this shit on!"- She cheers, very cocky. And drunk.

"No, no, no, missy. You're MY secretary. I'm calling the shots here. This is the final round, we gotta up the stakes here. If YOU win, you get a QUARTER of a point in the upcoming math exam. If I win, well, then I get to decide what I get then." - I say, sternly.

"What?! And no points at all then?!"

"Of course not! I just beat you three times and got nothing for it! And now you wanna lose four times in a row and be rewarded?! Nu-uh! Take it or leave it, miss O'Keefe. I got work to do, I can't keep beating you all night..." - I exclaim, pushing her buttons a little more. I'd just made things more interesting, it was just a matter of whether she would take the deal or not. After all, now there was real shit at stake... her precious points.

"Hmmmgh... fine! But this time, I pick the song! Deal?" - She tries countering. Since I knew she probably had a favorite song, I had to play the boss card again.

"I thought I was clear, I call the shots here, miss O'Keefe. If I wanted to, I could pick any song I wanted. But since I'm a nice guy, I'll let the game decide for us randomly to be fair. But on the hardest level!" - Which immediately reminds me of my boner. Looking down I see it in all it's glory, stuffed in my underwear. Dancing with a boner would probably suck.

"But..."

"And don't you dare complain!" - I cut her. "We both know I'm being benevolent here. Now let's see..." - I let the game pick a song, praying for it to be one that I knew well. And to my luck, it did. It was a mambo song from the 80's which Erica had probably never heard before. - "Alright, then. You ready, miss O'Keefe?"

"Hell yeah, I am."

Song on. You could feel the intensity in the air. Both through our perspiration and through the competitiveness. We were both on fire. No trash talk, no peeks, just pure focus. I didn't even like dancing but I was thanking my ex now for forcing me all those times. The scores was so close. One missed combo here and the other would pass. The song was about to end and we were practically tied, 30 points in my favor. The final streak of the song came, it was fast and tough to follow. Erica was in beast mode, though, scoring like she needed it to live. I was doing my best, but slowly I saw her pass me and as the beat began to slow down, she was winning by 100 points. It looked like I'd lost. The song was fading and I could see Erica's smile with the corner of my eyes. But I knew something she didn't. There was a final "wham bam!" moment where you were supposed to jump with your arms up. I had about 3 seconds before the final tunes played. Praying that Erica didn't know about this I turned to her, with a dubious face, like I was gonna say something.

"Hah! What do you have to say now, Mr. Archer?! Huh?! Huh?!"

"Nothing!" - I yell almost at the same time as I jump, earning 200 points and the lead. Erica couldn't believe her eyes. She was so sure, she was so cocky, she knew she had beaten me. But she hadn't. Home court advantage really made the difference there. - "Just that I won 4 times in a row. And for my reward I think you should..."