You miss

Both shots miss by a huge margin. Clearly, the drinks are getting to the both of you.

The crowd that's gathered around the beer pong table erupts into a frenzy when they realize what this means. "Na-ked Mile! Na-ked Mile!" they chant, stamping the floor and shaking their drinks.

"Well," you say with a sigh. "Sorry, Marlena."

Marlena runs a hand through her thick hair. "Hey, just as much my fault as yours," she says. "Let's do this."

Alaina follows you down the four flights of stairs to ensure that the two of you actually complete your punishments. You step outside into the warm night air of September and look around. There are some people around, but it's getting pretty late. Most people have either found their way home or to whatever party they're going to stay at for the rest of the night.

"Alright, you two," Alaina says. "Strip!" It's pretty hot the way she says it.

"All the way?" you say.

"No, just to your underwear," she says. "I'll be nice."

"Thank God," Marlena says. "I do not need to have pictures of me streaking sent to my father." Alaina takes her clutch and puts it off to the side. Marlena then undoes her belt and leaves it with Alaina and then reaches down to the hem of her wrap dress. In one motion, the dress goes flying over her head and she discards it beside her. You take the opportunity to ogle her. Marlena is one of the best-looking women on the floor, and this is the first time you've gotten to see her like this. She's wearing white lacy panties and a push-up bra to match, and the pair looks so sexy against her dark skin. She slaps your arm lightly. "Alright boy," she says. "Your turn."

Staring at her might not have been such a good idea, you realize, since now you have to pretend that the half-erection in your pants just isn't there. Still, you can't refuse the punishment. You pull off your shirt and leave it with Alaina and then fumble with your jeans. When you finally get them off, you're left in a pair of tight grey boxer-briefs that outline the shape of your dick.

"Ou," Marlena teases, brushing her shoulders up against yours. "Look at him, Alaina." She's grinning and shifting her gaze from your face to your boxers and back again.

"I am," Alaina says, biting her lip. "Okay, go run around the building."

You wave your arm and Marlena sets off at a light jog, nothing too hard to keep up with. Even still, you stay a few feet behind her. Her big butt nearly swallows her panties up inside her ass, and it bounces with every step she takes. Her hair bounces too, big and luscious curls darker than the night. After you're out of Alaina's earshot, she looks back over her shoulder at you. You can barely make out her eyes against the darkness of the sky, but you know the look on her face. "Enjoying the view?" she says.

You laugh. "It's a nice view," you say.

"I work hard on it," Marlena says, turning her back to you again.

When you finish the lap, you find that Alaina has disappeared. Apparently she was satisfied with your dedication to finishing the lap that she didn't need to verify your full circle. You don't know where she's gone, but at least she left your clothes. Good thing, since your keys to get back inside are in there.

"You can tell me the truth," Marlena says. "I won't be mad. Did you blow that shot on purpose?"

"No. But it was a nice bonus."

"Alright," Marlena says. "I believe you," she says unconvincingly. She gathers up her clothes and walks over to you. Her chest is facing yours, and you're looking down into her dark brown eyes. "Where to next?"