I like bowling and I'm bloody good at it. By bowling I mean tenpin bowling. Not rolling some stupid ball along the grass and seeing if you can hit the kitty, or whatever.
Now, like everything else, to be good, and to stay good, you have to practice. So I do. It was the holidays, spring break to be exact. We had a flood of spring-breakers in the area, but most of those were down on the beach during the day. Late afternoon and evening was when they'd start popping up in the bowling alley.
So late morning I effectively had the alley to myself. I'd taken the far two lanes and was using them alternatively. If anyone else came they'd take one of the lanes closer to the entrance and facilities and not bother me.
When I practice I don't go looking for a series of strikes. That's just a waste of time. What I was doing was trying to knock over a pre-determined number of pins and then clearing up the rest. The split I was really working on was the seven/ten, where you have to clip one of the pins and send it flying at right angles to collect the other.
Then these three girls came in. Younger than me, I'd say eighteen or nineteen. I'd never seen them before so I assumed that they were spring-breakers and I was, quite frankly, surprised to see them in the alley instead of on the beach.
For some reason they came trotting down and took the lane next to me. Eighteen other lanes and bang, they settle right next to me.
I kept an eye on them as they bowled and they were quite good. Not as good as me, but still above average. I noticed that they were also watching how I was going and with the tricks I was trying out I probably came across as a bit of a duffer with flashes of luck.
They decided to hustle me. They made a couple of complimentary remarks about my skill and then went on to point out that I'd probably be nearly as good as them. I politely pointed out that I was a damned sight better than them, what with me being male and all and able to use a bigger ball.
The upshot was that they told me to put my money where my mouth was, and finished up persuading me that someone of my skill wouldn't have to worry about a lousy fifty dollar bet.
They then excused themselves for a moment and vanished into the little girl's room, returning faster than I expected, giggling amongst themselves.
Seeing that I was male and all, they told me, they figured that it was only fair that I accept a little handicap. I shrugged and said that was OK by me and asked what they had in mind.
"Oh, we'll just be bowling dressed the way we are," I was told.
I was obviously looking puzzled and the girls giggled some more and then they all lifted the front of their skirts. The girls had gone commando and three squeaky clean pussies were on display. All nicely shaved, I noticed.
With short dresses, every time one of them bent over to bowl the ball I'd be getting an eyeful. I had to admit that it was one of the best handicaps I'd ever come across, but I thought I could handle it.
After the first three frames I'd had strikes with every bowl and was already looking an easy winner. The girls were also looking rather worried. I wondered if they could afford to lose their fifty bucks.
Then I wondered if they actually had the fifty buck on them to lose. I decided to check.
"Um, I don't want to sound suspicious, but do you girls actually have fifty on you to pay up after we've finished?"
I knew as soon as they looked at each other that either they didn't have it or couldn't afford it. I decided to see if a change of stakes was acceptable.
"Tell you what, girls," I said. "I'm prepared to change the stakes slightly if you're agreeable. If I lose, you get your fifty. Now your handicap is, I'll admit, getting me worked up. It's going to reach the stage soon where I'll be able to knock the pins down without using the bowling ball. So if you lose, one of you gets screwed, right here and now, while the others watch."
There was silence while the girls just looked at each other. They were nervous and relieved. I think the bit that was making them nervous was that they didn't know which one I would want to fuck.
"Ah, if we agreed to that, and I'm not saying we will, which of us would you want?" came the inevitable question.
"Lift up your skirts for a moment," I said, and admired the view when they did so.
"You all look totally ravishable," I said. "How could I possibly decide one in preference to another? Let's leave it to your skill. If I win, whoever had the lowest score has to submit to my wicked ways."
After some general muttering amongst themselves the girls nodded. They still hoped to win, of course, but it wouldn't cost them their hard earned money if they lost. There was another point that needed to be resolved.
"What do we do if the two lowest scores are the same? How do you choose?"
"Unlikely to happen," I pointed out, "but in that case I'll go with the third girl. Fun isn't it. You could be well in front of the other two and still find yourself to be the one who has to give her all."
"That effectively means that we may not know who you'll take until the last ball is bowled."
"That's right. Can you imagine that last ball needing more than five to not be on the bottom of the ladder. Under five and you're fucked. Over five and you're friend is fucked. Exactly five and your other friend finds herself the bunny. Fun for all."
"And if we get a three-way tie?"
"Then I'll let you off the hook or one of you can volunteer. Fair enough?"
The match continued and I forged steadily ahead. The girls quickly came to the conclusion that they were playing for the chance to not get fucked and one of them had to lose. Their games just disintegrated. I was starting to wonder if they were all trying to be low scorer.
The last two frames were played in dead silence, with two of the girls looking at Shelley, the third, a blonde and cute as a button, with sympathy and curiosity. It was plain that she was going to be the one.
