You examine your one piece of clothing with dismay. It's sojourn to the bathroom floor didn't help it, and with dismay you notice that two of the remaining three buttons were ripped off by the barman; and you' can see a loose thread or two from the last remaining one.
Still you slide on the garment quickly, doing on the one remaining button, deciding your movements will need to be very careful. You slide on the shoes to the insistent knocking at the door, quickly scampering out as the door opens just as you get near it.
A guy you don't recognize unashamedly examines you as you walk past him. You try to pull the lapels of your jacket together uselessly; a wide v extend from your neck all the way to your navel. You decide then that exuding confidence will be your best bet in order to keep the guys from just ogling you all game.
Your confidence does little to deter them as you walk over and plop down on a bench near to the alleys you'll be playing at. 5 guys you don't recognize are loitering at the alley next to you, and as you bend down to tie your shoe, Michael's hands stop yours.
"Allow me."
You know what he's trying to do, but you spread your legs slightly and allow him to anyways. Although he's tying your laces gently, his eyes aren't even looking at the knot he's making, as his eyes are drawn to your completely shaved pussy, which is being exposed to him from his eyes level at your knees. He spreads your legs slightly to get the other shoe, and you tease your jacket gently as he does, the slit in the jacket hiding nothing from his view; not your most intimate parts, nor the fluids glistening from your insides, both from your burgeoning desire from being surrounded by this much testosterone and the fact that you were just fucked several minutes ago.
You stand as Michael finishes, brushing your jacket to make yourself look 'proper' as the guys you don't recognize all come over.
"These are the guys we'll be playing today, from a rival frat. Guys, this is Joy."
You wave weakly at them, not wanting to risk dislodging your jacket, but the guys have no such reservations as they all enthusiastically greet you. One of your opponents, a lanky black college kid, 'accidentally' brushes the jacket off of one of your shoulders, which you barely catch before it exposes one of your breasts.
They all trade glances as you turn around to your team as the bowling match begins.
While you've been bowling before, you weren't very good at it, and as you line up your first throw, you wonder how hard you're going to need to try to keep from exposing yourself. You grasp the ball uneasily, and you try to rear back slowly before your throw, not wanting to flip your jacket up or off.
Unfortunately, your pathetic attempt feebly rolls about a third of the way down before landing safely in the gutter. Before you even try your second throw, you feel an unfamiliar presence behind you.
"Try it like this." He places the ball in your hands, and while it's one of the guys you traveled with, it's not Michael. He presses his body against yours, and you feel his knee against your backside, his arm against yours as his other hand squeezes you into him, right against your barely covered tit as he goes through the throwing motion with you. "Back and forth...back and forth."
As you try to ignore the feel of his body against yours, his left hand sneaks through the v in your jacket, pulling it back to grab your naked breast, before quickly moving it back. You jolt up suddenly at that, but he pulls back.
"Don't be afraid to give it your all." he says, giving you a thumbs up as you look back at him.
You can't admit what he did to you without letting all of the guys here know of your plight, so with nothing to lose, you rear back, and throw, feeling the jacket flip up, exposing your ass with your back swing.
Your ball knocks over a few pins on the right side, and you throw up your arms in a cheer, tensing as you pull back. You felt the threads on the button strain as you extended yourself, reminding you of your barely covered plight.
The guys all waste no time in high-fiving you or backslapping you as you return to your seat - even the other team seems strangely interested in your throws, and in making you feel welcome as they all try to sit near you, pretty much starting at you only when they're not throwing themselves.
The game progresses on, and what Michael said was true - they don't really need your score, and your team is far ahead at the halfway point. The drinks are flowing even at this early part of the day, and you're getting a lot of beers bought for you. The alcohol is lowering your inhibitions, and you start celebrating much more wildly, leaping and waving your arms with every strike and pin your team hits, and you're much slower to correct the fact your breasts are being exposed literally every time you high-five someone.
"Looks like you're going to lose again." sneers Michael at your oppoents, and you impishly stick out your tongue at them.
"Double or nothing?" quickly comes the retort from the leader of the other team, as he rubs his goatee. "We ain't losing to some little girl."
"Done." said Michael. "Hope you enjoy losing..."
After your shot in the sixth frame the high-fives your teammates have given you have turned into slaps on the shoulder and hugs, the guys stealing glances down your jacket as they get close to you. You finish your second beer, you look at the scoreboard, and wonder what could possibly go wrong, as you pull your jacket back together yet again.
Your opponent start with two straight strikes, and even through Michael is finally starting to miss, your lead is still significant. Your first ball goes in the gutter again, and you put your hand to your lips. "Oops." You wander back down to your team, teasing them with your miss.
"Naughty girl, get back up there and do it again!" Michael slaps your ass, and you squeal as you get back up for another throw. Unfortunately, even as you give it your biggest effort yet, the jacket almost falling off of you as you rear back, your ball finds the gutter yet again.
"Bad girl! You bad, bad girl!" Michael goes up to slap your ass one more time, and before you make it to your sea, you take several more spanks as your team - and the other team, you can't help but notice - all punish you for your 0 frame, and you find no escape as you try to dart away from whoever's hands are trying to find you, with several hands stealing gropes as well as slaps of your naked behind before you sit down gingerly.
The wheels have fallen off of your team, and you enter the last frame tied. Both teams take a moment to regroup before making their final push for the win, and while you've done what Michael asked of you - which is, to show up and play - you look at a nearby jukebox, and then at the other team, who are stealing looks at you even as they chat for a bit before throwing - and you wonder, is there possibly anything else I can do to help my team win this game? |