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Jodi was late getting ready so she drove herself to the bowling alley to meet the rest of the crew. Melinda, Dante, Connor, and Carmen she knew were coming. Carmen had mentioned she might bring others. When Jodi arrived, the parking lot was full, so she pulled into the restaurant next door, locked her car, and trotted for the entrance to the bowling alley. Her boobs jiggled beneath her shoulderless cream sweater as she did. She knew she would spend the evening constantly adjusting herself, but Mark had instructed her to dress inappropriately. She had completed her ensemble with an old pair of low-rise jeans that had holes cut right below both butt cheeks.
Melinda was waving her arm wildly from the lane at the far end of the building. Jodi returned the wave and began walking toward her friends. There were a couple of guys she didn’t recognize. Melinda promptly introduced them, “Jodi, this is Aaron and Adam,” she said, first gesturing toward the short, muscular ex-marine, then toward the average height, awkward Jewish guy. “Guys, this is Jodi.” They all shook hands and exchanged their appropriate social hellos. “We just started bowling, Jodi, but I got you some shoes, and you’re bowling in the girls’ lane. It’s girls against boys,” explained Melinda.
Jodi sat down and began removing her shoes. As she leaned over, the guys’ eyes were all on her cleavage, about to fall out of her sweater. She looked up to say something and they all turned their attention back to their game. She finished changing shoes. “You’re up,” said Carmen, just returning to her seat.
Jodi grabbed a ball from the rack and approached her starting position. She wasn’t a bowling pro by any stretch of the imagination, but she could get the ball down there and knock over plenty of pins more often than not. She leaned over and took aim. As she did, the holes in her jeans revealed themselves. The guys who were fortunate enough to be seated at the time got a nice shot of the crease of her ass. Dante missed out as he was standing beside her at his lane. Jodi crept forward and threw the ball straight down the middle. She took out 9 pins and spun around with glee. As she clapped she felt a little draft. She glanced down and saw that her right boob had popped out during the throw. She quickly scooped it back into her sweater, trying to play it off. Everyone but Dante got to see the spectacle. Adam and Aaron’s mouths hung agape. Jodi quickly threw her second ball, this time with not quite as much energy, and took out her final pin. She scurried back to her seat and said, “Spare!”
The night went on, and the crew had a lot of fun. There were no more boob incidents, but the guys got enough ass shots to consider themselves fulfilled. In the end, the guys had the better average score, winning the impromptu boys versus girls tournament.
“We win. You girls owe us!” cheered Dante.
Jodi furrowed her brow. “What does that mean?” she asked.
“We have to do something for them,” explained Melinda in defeat. “That was the bet before we started.”
“I didn’t know anything about that,” stated Jodi. “I don’t owe anyone anything.”
“Oh yes you do. You all do. You can take that up with Melinda,” assured Dante. “So, let’s all head to my place. The night is still young.”
Jodi wasn’t entirely thrilled about being held to a bet she was not party to. She’d make sure that was understood when they reached Dante’s apartment. Everyone got in their cars and drove off as Jodi walked back to her car in the restaurant parking lot. As she got closer, she got the sinking feeling her car was not where she had left it. In fact, it wasn’t anywhere to be seen. She ran inside the restaurant, which was now only filled with bar patrons, and begged to see a manager.
“It was towed,” explained the manager.
“What! Why!” shouted Jodi.
“Coz you weren’t eating here. I saw you myself. You parked and ran over to the bowling alley. Our lot is for our patrons only,” said the manager quite rudely.
A few more minutes of arguing yielded nothing but the number for the towing company. Jodi had left her purse and cell phone in her car and asked the manager if she could make a call from their line, but he would only direct her to the payphone outside. She was furious. “You need some help?” came a voice from behind her.
Jodi turned around wildly. “Yes do y…” She stopped mid-sentence when she saw the owner of the voice. It was Paul, the guy who had upset her the very first night she was in town at the Rho Iota party. “No, I don’t. Nevermind.” She began walking toward the door.
Paul followed her out. “Wait,” he called. “Seriously, you need a lift or something?”
Jodi turned around in disgust. “Not from you I don’t. Leave me alone.”
“Look, I’m getting ready to leave. Let me drop you off somewhere,” coerced Paul. “Or I can call the tow truck for you, but you’ll still need a ride there.”
Jodi understood the desperation of her situation. This wasn’t the best part of town to be in alone. After thinking it over, Jodi asked, “Can you drop me off at someone’s apartment?”
“Hop in,” said Paul, simultaneously unlocking his Range Rover with the remote on his keychain. They got in the vehicle, and Paul began to back out. “So, anyone’s apartment in particular? Or just someone’s?”
“Dante’s,” said Jodi, not caring if Paul knew who that was or not.
“Dante? Is that your boyfriend?” inquired Paul.
“No,” said Jodi despondently.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” asked Paul.
“Yes. Yes, in fact I do. And he’s huge!” explained Jodi, lying about Mark’s stature.
“Ok ok!” said Paul, putting up his hands as if defending himself from a physical blow. “Just trying to make conversation.”
They rode silently for a bit, the only words spoken being Jodi’s directions for where to turn and which roads to take to get to Dante’s apartment. Paul stopped the SUV when they reached their destination.
“Thanks for the ride,” said Jodi, feigning appreciation as she started to exit the vehicle.
“I’ve seen the Rho Iota photos,” said Paul unexpectedly. Jodi was stunned. “One of my friends over there scanned em before they were trashed,” he continued. There was dead silence for a moment. “What would you do to keep them from getting on the Internet?” asked Paul, devilishly.
Jodi didn’t know what to say. What had she gotten herself into? She was enraged with emotion.
“How about I pick?” suggested Paul. “How about…” Paul leaned in, “you fuck me like I said you were going to? I’ll pick the time. I’ll pick the place. In fact I’ll make all the arrangements. All you’ll need to do is show up when I say, how I say. Do it all right, and we’ll scrub the photos.”
Jodi wanted to scream. However, at the same time she was rather excited. Paul was by no means an ugly guy. In fact he was quite handsome, and his confidence was disarmingly attractive. Her emotions were completely confusing her. She muttered a whimpering, “All right,” tears welling up in her eyes.
“Good! Excellent! But, just to make sure you’re serious, I want a downpayment on this debt you now owe me,” said Paul. “I want to taste your tits and your pussy. Then you can go join your friends.”
Jodi shook as she slowly lowered her sweater, her large breasts spilling over the top. Paul leaned over, cupped her left breast and gave it a nice long suck. Then he moved to her right breast and did the same thing. “Pull your pants down,” he said. Jodi unbuttoned her jeans and worked them off of her hips just to mid-thigh. “Below the knees,” demanded Paul. “I’ll need you to spread a little more than that.” Jodi inched her jeans down past her knees. “Now those,” directed Paul, pointing at her red thong. Jodi could do nothing but comply. Her breasts still hanging in plain sight, she pulled her thong down past her knees and spread her legs. It was as if she had no control over her own actions. Her body was succumbing. Paul put his head in her lap and took a few deep licks of her pussy. When he was satisfied, he sat upright and said, “Now get out of the car. You can redress yourself in the street.” Jodi hobbled out of the passenger side of the Range Rover. Paul turned off the ignition and stepped out. He approached Jodi. “I’ve decided,” he said. “Now’s the time. Here’s the place.”
Paul led Jodi by the hand into the middle of the vacant street. He pulled her sweater over her head and threw it to the ground. He lowered her to the asphalt and shimmied her pants and panties off. He pulled his own pants down and squatted in front of her face. Paul forced Jodi’s mouth onto his huge cock. He moved her head back and forth down the length of his shaft. After his cock was nice and moist, Paul pushed Jodi to the road and threw her feet up to her head. He thrust his dick into her pussy and started pounding. The smacking sound was deafening in the otherwise silent night. Paul fucked Jodi relentlessly on the double yellow line in the middle of downtown. Some homeless people swaggered up to watch the show. Jodi’s tits bounced and bounced as Paul thrust deeper and harder. Her back was getting sore from the rough asphalt. The combination of the pain, the fear, the sex, and the danger mixed up her emotions into a stew of uncertainty and desire. Was she enjoying this? How could she be? As her cunt dripped more and more, she knew she was in fact liking this despite herself. She came uncontrollably. Her body shook. Paul continued to pump his cock in and out of her pussy. He had stamina to be sure. Jodi could feel another orgasm building up inside her. The fire in her cunt was more than she could stand. She came again, rocking violently. This sent Paul over the edge. He came inside Jodi’s quivering pussy, so much that his semen almost instantly overflowed and began to drip alongside Jodi’s own juices down her ass. As his rhythm slowed, Jodi found herself strangely wishing he would continue. Paul pulled his cock out, sat Jodi up, and forced her to lick it clean. Then he pulled his pants up and drove away, leaving Jodi naked and used in the middle of the street.
Jodi fumbled around for her clothes. Cum dripped down her leg uncontrollably. She found her thong and pants and pulled them on, torn between staying nude in public and getting cum all over her clothes. A homeless man approached her with her sweater in hand.
“Looking for this?” he jeered.
“Give me that,” demanded Jodi. She reached for it, but the homeless man pulled it away.
“You gotta let me slap your tits, first!” informed the bum. Before Jodi could protest the homeless man smacked each of her nipples with an open hand, threw the sweater in her face and ran away. Jodi quickly threw the sweater on and ran inside.
“Jodi!!” yelled the guys.
“What took you so long? Melinda and Carmen already started making our fajitas!” said Dante.
“This was the bet?” asked Jodi, cum still secretly flowing down her leg, the second separate load that had been in there that evening.
“Totally,” said Dante. “Now you women finish making those damn fajitas coz we men-folk is hungry!”