The match escalates.

An overwhelming sense of urgency fuels you as your eyes dart between your blonde opponent and the steadily dwindling timer.

Flicking a few straw strands of her golden locks out of her blue eyes, the Cowgirl saunters around you in a strut that almost effortlessly accentuates her every curve.

There’s a large part of you that wants-no _needs _to win this match, raising your profile at Dinah’s expense. But much as you hate to admit it, there’s also a part of you that just wants to fuck the ever-loving shit out of her.

And hopefully with this round, you can make strides at accomplishing both goals.

Stopping just short of grappling range, a small grin breaks out across the Cowgirl’s face. “Ya know, I was thinking….”

“That’s a first,” you taunt her, eliciting a bemused chuckle from the blonde who tilts her head at you.

“I was thinking we should make this interesting,” she finishes her sentence with a sly grin.

“And by interesting, I assume you mean letting me fuck the shit out of you here and now,” you shoot back confidently, speaking your mind a bit too literally on that one.

“You’ve got a tongue on you, boy. But between ya and me, I can think of a few better uses for it,” she smiles back, before continuing to say, “Folks here want a show, and me just whipping your ass for the next two rounds is gonna get real boring real fast. So, I was thinking we’d spice it up just a tad.”

“If you’re man enough, of course,” she adds with a coy grin.

She’s obviously targeting your ego, but two can play at that game.

“I’m man enough to fuck you stupid, even more so than you are now, but because I’m a nice guy, I’ll let you finish,” you retort sardonically, crossing your arms.

“Well ain’t you just a gentleman,” she sneers at you, before finally stating her wager, “It’s simple. We both beat the shit out of each other ‘til one of us says 'uncle.' If that special someone happens to be you, then guess where that tongue’s going?”

You narrow your eyes stoically, and sensing your hesitance Dinah presses on with a wide grin plastered all over her smug expression.

“That’s right, stud. Once I beat your ass, you have to lick my pussy like a good little doggy,” she tells you excitedly, before running her fingers down her thigh. “Of course, you’ll have to work your way up first, starting at-”

“And when I win?” you quickly interject.

“I’ll milk ya like a cow,” she shrugs almost in complete assurance of her victory, before sizing you up dismissively. “But seeing as how your dick size is about as small as your chances of actually beating me, I ain’t worried.”

Seething slightly at her blithe regard of your abilities, you start to retort before remembering that in this instance, actions will speak louder than words.

Holding your peace, you only nod in understanding of the stipulation.

“So, how about it, newbie?” she grins eagerly, cocking her hip to the side enchantingly. “Ya ready to make this country girl all kinds of happy?”