Deja Vu AscendancyChapter 266: Introducing What We Did For My Soccer Team; Part Two free porn video
Monday, June 27, 2005 (Continued)
We kept chatting about aspects of the Target Game, to give the guys plenty of time to get used to seeing My Girls topless. Hopefully enough so they wouldn't react typically when the Targets also started stripping.
One of the other issues that came up turned out exactly as I'd expected. I pointed out that under my plan, the guys wouldn't get to choose which of the Target Girls they had sex with. It was up to the Targets to choose the guys. Amusingly, the guys were perfectly fine with that. I pointed out that they could always refuse an individual girl, and they all laughed - maturely - at my joke.
Another slightly amusing thing that happened was that after the others had been playing 8-ball for a while, the guys accused me of being a chicken for sitting out. They were surprised when the girls all laughed at them. I said, "There's no point in my playing. The game's too easy for me."
Logan, who I'd already seen was quite a good player, suggested, "How about we have a competition to find the best player, and then I play you, haha."
"That'd be unfair. How about me versus the four of you in a best-of-three-games match. You all have one turn each, and then I have one turn, so your team will have a four-to-one advantage. You put up a $10 each, I'll put up $40, and to make it fair I'll play my shots with my eyes shut."
"What! There's no way you could win like that. You might as well give us your money."
"Shall we make it four $100s and $400 then?"
"You really mean it?"
"Sure. Why not? I'm sure you guys can afford $100 each can't you?"
While I was talking I was also grabbing a cue from the rack and leaning over the table ready to take a shot. I said, "I'll shut my eyes when my cue is pulled back and hold them shut until after I've stood up after the shot, like this." I demonstrated what I meant, which was really me practicing to make sure I could do it. I lined up a shot, pulled the cue back, shut my eyes, then created a sight blob where my sighting eye was. I was playing a right-handed shot, so I put the sight blob at my right eye, as I use whatever eye is closest to the cue. I didn't have depth perception with only one sight blob, but I'd already planned out the shot using my real eyes so all I needed to do was hit the cue ball as intended. I thought that'd work okay.
Because I was a smart-ass, I was intending to miss. The ball that I was apparently trying to pot was actually aimed to hit the cushion a couple of inches to the left of the pocket. I took the shot with my eyes shut, stood up, opened my eyes, and watched the number 6 ball hit the cushion exactly where I'd wanted. I didn't even need to nudge it with NP. "Oops," I said.
The guys looked at me VERY suspiciously. Jason asked, "Did you miss deliberately?"
"How could a blind guy AIM to miss? How could I aim at all? Name your stakes gentlemen; I can go up to $4 million."
The guys had a terrible time trying to decide on the bet. There was even talk of making the stake $1,000 each, but there was also talk of keeping it to $10. They really wanted to take as much money off me as possible, because this sounded like an easy gift; but they were deeply suspicious, because this sounded like a TOO easy gift. It was too good to be true, so there had to be a trick.
"How do we know you'll keep your eyes shut?"
"That's why I said I'd stand up before I open them. But if it makes it easier for you, I'll also turn my head away while making the shot. I'll show you what I mean." I played another practice shot to make sure that twisting my head didn't throw my aim off. I made no attempt to sink a ball, merely to hit one at the far end of the table exactly square on. I did it so casually that it looked like a random shot, but I was pleased to see that it hit exactly where I intended.
The conflict between greed and caution tormented the guys for another couple of minutes, during which we had a couple of rule discussions about things like what would happen if one of their players made a foul shot. Eventually they decided to go for $100 each.
They didn't all have $100 on them (actually they had NOTHING on them, but you know what I mean), but they did have $400 in total. I made them pony it all up, so some of them owed the others. That way I could give $80 each to each of the girls, telling them, "When I win, you get to keep this in appreciation for your help in the Target Game."
"Cool," said Alexis. | "Thanks," said Pat. | "What a pity they didn't bet a thousand," complained Ava. | Carol just giggled, while Julia smiled confidently.
All of which did nothing to reassure the guys. Tristan asked me, "What about your $400? Shouldn't you get it out too?"
"There's no possibility of me losing so I can't be bothered. I'll let you guys decide what order we play in, but my advice is that you should make me go last."
"Or maybe we should make you break," suggested Logan.
Alexis, who'd seen what happened when I broke during the pizza & hot tub group date, laughed happily, adding, "Please do. I'll get your money faster that way." Then she laughed again, to rub it in even further.
The poor boys looked worried, especially because all of my girls didn't look the least bit worried. The boys (a.k.a. "the suckers") had a conference to decide on their shooting order. They decided to take my advice that I shoot last, and for them to go in skill order, starting with their least skilled.
I was also amused by Logan's asking, "Can we change the order we shoot in whenever it's our turn?"
I answered, "Sure," while my girls laughed again.
To his team, Logan said, "Let's stick to the worst-to-best order to start with, and see how the game goes. I'll be better at making shots that box Mark in for his turn." The game would be over by the time they saw "how it goes". Trying to box me in didn't worry me either. I'd already thought of that, and could guarantee that the boxing would fail because I'd use NP to make sure that the balls didn't stop where they intended.
To cut a long story short, their second and fourth players managed to sink one ball each. The shots had been so easy it would've looked ridiculous for my NP to stop them going down.
Just before it was my turn, Julia loudly asked, "What are you going to spend your money on, Carol?"
"I don't know. I was thinking that it should be something for Mark, but why should he get paid for something that's only going to take him a few seconds? Haha."
Alexis told the guys, "You might as well put your cues away now, haha."
When the guys had enjoyed the girls' laughter for long enough, I said, "I'm ready to take the first of my eight shots. Does someone want to stand near me to ensure my eyes are firmly shut?"
The guys definitely wanted that done. By now they were VERY worried about their money. Or, as the girls doubtless thought of it by now, "the girls' money."
I made my first shot.
"His eyes were shut," confirmed Tristan.
My target ball dropped into a pocket. "Uh oh," worried Peter.
The remaining seven shots were equally easy, or from my teammates' point of view, increasingly depressing. The only slight problem I had was that the time it took me to stand up and open my real eyes made it a LITTLE bit tricky to adjust the movements of all the other balls. For example, when I was breaking up a clump of balls and wanted my balls from it to roll toward and stop in front of various pockets, plus the cue ball to stop at the right place. Changing from a sight blob to my eyes caused a momentary change of perspective, which was a SMALL distraction. But it was very quick, and with seven minds each able to influence a ball, it wasn't anywhere near enough of a problem to matter.
The girls started celebrating, and the guys moaning, even before the black dropped.
There's no point in describing the second game. When that black, and their last shreds of hope, sunk, I politely inquired, "Do you want a rematch to give the girls any more of your money?"
"No! How can you shoot with your eyes shut?"
"I'm very coordinated. I did this for two reasons. First to do a little bit of macho posturing to remind you that none of you come close to me physically. You've seen how well I play soccer, you know I won the 10k run against national-level competition, you just saw that I could be a professional 8-ball player with my eyes shut, and you know what happened to all the idiots that tried to attack me in the school bathroom. These girls are MY girls, so do yourselves the favor of not trying to compete with me. All you'll achieve is to make fools of yourselves and annoy the girls. I know guys can too easily fall for girls who're simply being nice to them. When My Girls are being publicly nice to you this summer, don't take it personally. They're doing it for me.
-- "The second reason I happily took your money was because you owe My Girls an enormous amount of appreciation for what they're going to be doing for you this summer. Now you've given them $80 each as a sign of your appreciation. Look on the bright side: if you'd spent $100 on a date with a girl who walked around almost naked for you, you'd be very happy; so you've already gotten value for your money today."
"I was hoping to get value for YOUR money!"
"Thems the breaks. I know how to cheer you up though. You've got used to being around the girls without acting like immature idiots, so now it's time to get used to touching them. Shall we pretend you're rubbing suntan lotion on them?"
"Oh boy!" exclaimed Peter. Then he realized that he might've just got himself kicked out. With a panic stricken face, "OH NO! I didn't mean..."
I waved him down. "Relax Pete. You've been great for the last half an hour, and it'd be too mean to kick you out right after you donated $100. Don't make another mistake though, because I will kick you out without a refund.
-- "To emphasize that you don't have ANY say over the girls, you aren't going to be picking who you practice lotion rubbing with. They'll do the picking. Alexis, in honor of your very noble offer to help our cause by having sex in front of the Targets, you can have first choice."
Alexis said, "I'll take Peter. He's cute and I liked playing with his cock before." Peter got even cuter when he blushed. Then he ruined his cuteness - as far as I was concerned - by getting hard. Apparently my opinion differed from Alexis', judging by her laughing and saying, "Yummy."
I learned that it was possible for a guy to remain erect while his face turned bright red. The luminescence of his reaction made me suspicious about something, especially considering he was the youngest of my teammates; much the same age as me, and I knew how much sex I'd had until a few months ago. I asked, "Pete, when I invited you here, I did specify non-virgins only. How much experience have you had?"
"Ahh, I'm not a virgin. Not 'technically', but I haven't had very many girlfriends yet." Which we all knew really meant that he'd managed to briefly fool around with one girl once.
I said, "Pete, if a girl like Savannah takes you to bed, she's going to instantly know you haven't been having sex with any of My Girls. That'd ruin the whole plan."
Alexis offered, "I think he's cute, so I could give him a couple of spins. Would that make it all right?"
It was clearly "ALL RIGHT!" by Peter, who was nodding so rapidly I was worried about his head falling off. Pathetic really, but you know what guys are like.
I answered, "It depends on whether Pete can act cool enough afterward. He doesn't have to be an expert, but if a Target Girl suggests sex and he looks like he does now, that'd blow everything."
"I'll take care of him," stated Alexis confidently. Adding to Peter, "Don't you get stupid on me. This is just for sex. You're not gonna be my boyfriend or anything."
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