She accidentally talks her way out of it

Eric stared in disbelief as Janie belted out a surprisingly evil laugh. She had mashed buttons and spammed a few basic attacks, breaking Eric out of all his carefully-arranged combos. The fight was close and Eric didn't seem to be throwing it. He clearly lost, fair and square.

"Pull out that little man, little man." Janie pointed to Jake's crotch. "I'm going to regret feeling that thing in my mouth, but my fuckwad brother will regret watching it even more."

Jake was excited when he saw Eric go down on the screen but now he felt dread watching Janie prepare to go down on his cock. This was way too rapey--

Was it? Maybe this wasn't rapey enough. She seemed really bored about the whole thing and that was a turn-off. Either way, something was wrong.

Jake couldn't stand the confusion, so he diverted: "W-w-w-wait, aren't we having fun like this? Let's bet to-- Um-- Let's keep this going with double or nothing!"

Jake sounded completely lame and unconvincing, but Janie and Eric were suddenly calm. They waited patiently and watched Jake for several long, awkward seconds as he composed his thoughts. It was as unnatural as anything else that had happened this night.

Jake slowly went through the new bet: "You two play another round, and I bet Janie wins again. If she loses then her debt is cleared, but if she wins then she's my personal cheerleader for the rest of the weekend."

That's it, we're done, Jake thought as he finished his offer. She can throw the game and go back to sleep, I can jack off in peace, I can figure out what happened in the morning.

"Great," said Janie, turning to Eric, "I'll put you in your place and then drive you crazy for the rest of the weekend."

"No chance of that and you know it," said Eric, and the fight began.