This choice: The ground. She overshoots. (backfire/streaking Lauren option) • Go Back...Chapter #5The ground. She overshoots. (backfire/streaking... by: Apollo   "No way," Lauren mumbles, her eyes locked on the grounded ball. Somehow, someway, Lauren lost control of the ball just before it left her hand. As a result, it didn't even make it halfway over the table before going off the side. A complete miss. An overshoot.
Across from her, Jessie was snickering at Lauren's poor shot. Between laughs, she states, "Drink up, heifer."
Lauren just takes a breath and picks up a cup. This isn't all bad. The chance to guarantee Jessie goes streaking is gone, but she can still get Jessie plastered and hopefully get her clothes off at that point. Besides, she's drinking the lead cup, the short shot isn't there for Jessie anymore, so the game's only harder for her, especially once she starts drinking. Lauren downs the bitter lager with a smile, confident she'll get Jessie on the next shot.
Before the empty cup even leaves Lauren's lips, a tapping sound draws the attention of the entire audience; Jessie has taken her shot, bouncing it off the table. Lauren goes bug eyed when she sees the ball bounce over the front two cups and land directly in the middle of her arrangement. She's taking another drink, and Jessie's still dry. With a sigh, Lauren goes to pick up the next cup, but only winds up cringing. As the sunk cup is pulled out, the front two cups topple over and soak the table. Lauren's now down four cups and the bar tab just increased. Meanwhile, Jessie's still sitting pretty with her smug grin, her light snickering now a full condescending laugh. And it's only been two shots.
On the game's third shot, the ball slips from Lauren's hand again, but this time with no forward motion. The good news is it stayed on the table, but the bad news is it landed right in one of Lauren's cups. That's five cups gone, leaving the cups divided on Lauren's side, two on her right and three on the left. Shot four, Jessie sinks the back cup on Lauren's right, marking the sixth cup. Only now does the game start going even slightly Lauren's way: she missed Jessie's cups on the fifth shot, but she missed her own as well.
"Island," Jessie calls. Another bouncing shot from Jessie, and another two cups eliminated for Lauren. However, after finishing her seventh cup, the alcohol in Lauren's body finally becomes apparent. Reaching for her eighth cup, Lauren successfully knocks over her last two cups.
Jessie wins. With a shut out. In only six shots.
"Be quick with your last two, sweetie," Jessie taunts. "You wouldn't want these last ten to get warm and flat, would you?"
Lauren attempts to quickly downs the last 12 beers on the table, but her klutzy behavior continues causing most of the cups to be refilled before she can finish them. Light headed and with a slight blur to her vision, the now tremendous bar tab is covered in front of a crowd making wold whistles and cat calls. Jessie emerges from the crowd grinning like the Cheshire Cat just ate the canary. She says only three words, but says them loud enough to make Lauren think the echo wasn't just in her mind.
"Get naked, girl!"
While sober enough to realize the implication, the thought of stripping naked didn't bother the inebriated Lauren one bit. In fact, her fumbling fingers seem all too eager to unbutton her white blouse, even though her mind knows all too well there's no bra underneath. The now forgotten garment made its way to the floor without even the slightest effort made by anyone to catch it, the crowd much too focused on Lauren's exposed udders with the cat calls to prove it.
While most women would take great offense to these lecherous lines and wolf whistles, Lauren felt herself swelling with pride. A little voice in her head always made her feel that her belly disinterested more than a few guys and that Ryan was a result of their friendship. However, now she could see and hear everyone admiring her body and begging to see more, even the bubble butt she usually kept hidden under longer skirts. A bright, beaming smile spread across her face, as she autopilots her denim skirt and panties down to her ankles before stepping out of them, leaving her shoes behind and her landing strip on display. Only now do Lauren's clothes find their way onto the game table, after a big, protracted show of her behind and after her blouse already absorbed a bit of the beer she spilled.
Much to Jessie's surprise, Lauren slowly and calmly walks out the door, her hips swaying as if to mock her fit nemesis while drawing the crowd outside behind her. The lap didn't start right away, however, Lauren stood outside in the brisk night air, waiting for her admirers to get themselves organized enough to follow her around the bar.
Once satisfied, Lauren begins a slow jog, hoping to enjoy this event and keep her shadows within reach. Even though she wants it slow, she still focuses on keeping the leering eyes behind her now that she had to cover her breasts. She would have loved to keep them exposed, but even this slow pace strained her free swinging mammaries and needed the support of her hands. As such, the show everyone would have to enjoy was her rear jiggling with each step she took. Her nether lips could have been a nice show, but right now she wanted to show off the parts of her body she always felt held her back, and her pussy wasn't on that list. And now, thanks to all the remarks on it, neither was her bottom.
The joyful glint soon vanished from Lauren's eyes unfortunately. Once she got back inside the bar, she made an awful discovery.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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