You're downstairs at a party with your enemy. There's a pooltable in the middle of the room so you two decide to compete against each other. There's no one else in this room but you two, probably because no one knows this place exists. "I have an idea." Amir begins, "For every ball we hit, the other person removes a piece of clothing." "Tss, bet." You reply with confidence. "I'll begin." He says while placing his fingers on the table. He hits is right ball in the socket. He stand up smirking, "Come on." You want to remove your heel but you change your mind, maybe it'll distract him if I remove more. I pull the straps of my dress off, making my dress pool around my feet. Amir can't take his eyes away.

He misses the next which means it's your turn, you walk around the table to the best place. Amir is standing in your way so you just stand in front of him. You bent over the table but feel something behind you. Amir didn't move a single muscle which meant you were bent over in front of him. You stay focused until you feel two warm hands on the sides your waist. You can't concentrate anymore, you only become more hornier But you know how to play under stress, you hit a ball in the socket and you turn around. "You won't distract me. Your turn." He removes his tshirt in one swift move, making his muscles show off. He's got a little tan and a strong body. "Eyes are up here, ma." He says.