Lisa (the competitive one)

Lisa was thrilled at this chance to humiliate the frat douchebags. They were so arrogant, and she couldn't wait to see them slink away in shame while the girls celebrated their glorious victory, shaking the goods that the bros would never have the chance to play with.

The girls lined up with their respective douchebags behind them, the starter pistol fired, and the girls ran.

They ran like the graceful elegant machines that years of training had made them, long legs gleaming with sweat. They ran well, they ran confidently, they ran as if they had no concern that failure would result in a humiliating public fucking.