Chapter 2: The Ping Pong Forfeit

So it was that Gemma found herself leading a very different procession back down the hill to the Williams’ house, compared to the one she had led just an hour ago. A few things remained the same: her leading the procession, the boys following with their eyes firmly glued to her swaying backside. However, other aspects were markedly different. Firstly, she was now much less sure in her stride, walking in the unfamiliar high heels, though these highlighted her long legs, with her toned muscles now even more pronounced. The main difference, however, was how much of her was on display. While putting on this outfit had been a bit of a struggle the first time around, wearing it now without underwear made it significantly more challenging.

She could hardly believe that an hour ago, she’d been leading them up to her house in a T-shirt and tight, but now seemingly very modest, jeans. Now, she was squeezed into denim shorts that she could only pull up over three-quarters of her backside, with only two of the four buttons able to be done up at the front. This left a good two inches of her bum crack visible at the back, along with the entirety of the bottom of her bum cheeks, and about an inch of her pubic hair at the front, even worse than the bikini bottoms. Pulling them up any more at the front risked them sliding back beyond the maximum extent of her cheek curve at the back, potentially causing them to fall lower — at least this way, the bulk of her bum cheeks held them in place.

The top was slightly less revealing, at least. However, the absence of her sports bra, which had previously provided some cover, required her to adjust it differently than before. It was too tight for any of the buttons to be closed, and thus was just held together by a short bow, with the sides straining to contain the weight of her bulging breasts. These were pushed up and out by the tight top, bared all the way down to the bow, with only a fraction of an inch of clearance concealing her rock-hard nipples. Even with that setup, there wasn’t enough material to fully get under her protruding mounds of flesh, resulting in an inch of underboob showing at the bottom. “So much for playing ping pong like a proper babysitter,” Gemma thought to herself with a sigh. Yet, at the same time, she couldn’t deny the delight at prolonging the adventure she had embarked upon just an hour ago.

Fortunately, there was nobody else on the street to witness her exhibition — not surprising, as the street was in a very quiet neighborhood with just the three houses on this street itself. Catching her reflection in the door as she approached, she was amazed at the amount of light chocolate skin showing — a huge expanse just from the top of her visible pubic hair to the bottom of her breasts; a long stretch of toned stomach, with defined abs as her wider hips narrowed dramatically to her waist and then flowed out again alluringly to her generous bosom, thrust up and out by the top. Her long muscular legs set off by the heels in a way that was entirely new to her. Behind her, in the reflection, she caught sight of her following posse of runts: gazes predictably glued to her tight glutes.

Opening the door, she walked into the house, and Kyle called out, “The ping pong stuff is over here,” pointing to the side of the room before it exited onto the patio and pool area where the ping pong table was. Teetering in that direction on her high heels, the boys passed her in a rush. Picking up the net and poles to hold it, they handed them to Gemma, who found her hands piling up with all the gear. “Don’t worry about taking any out yourselves then,” she said, as if put out by it. Carlos balanced some of the bats on top, and as Tian approached with one more, Gemma said, “I don’t think there’s room enough for me to carry that.” “Uh, okay,” said Tian, and then with an eager grin, “you go on ahead; I have an idea.” Mentally shrugging at what that could mean, Gemma headed towards the door that Kyle had just opened ahead of her. Not thinking anything of Carlos and Tian taking their usual position behind her to ogle her displayed ass, she was suddenly startled to feel something hard jutting down under the rim of her tiny shorts.

Looking back, Gemma was shocked to see the ping pong bat protruding from the back of her shorts, with the handle having been shoved down her visible ass cleavage and now nestled tightly between her buttocks! She looked up from the sight to the two laughing boys in time to see Carlos high-fiving Tian. “Nice one, dude!” he crowed. “Sorry,” said Tian with a slightly apologetic smile up at her, “I couldn’t resist.” Obviously, the cleft in her ass cheeks, clearly visible at the top of her shorts, had seemed the perfect fit for the handle of the bat. Shocked and unsure how to deal with this development, she found herself walking towards the open door, carrying all the gear as if nothing had happened, with the boys traipsing after, looking delightedly at the bat now moving from side to side as her walking buttocks rubbed against the handle.

Examining her feelings, Gemma realized that she was equally mortified by this treatment and deliciously excited. The humiliation of carrying a bat to a ping pong table in her ass cheeks as two boys watched on in glee clearly set her off on some level — a jolt of electricity could be felt in her crotch at every embarrassing step she took forward. “I suppose there was nowhere else for it,” she found herself saying, as her face flushed pink, the tops of her chest too, as she heard Carlos snickering at the tame response.

As they reached the table, Kyle and Tian took the gear out of her hands and started setting up the table, moving to the other side. That left her on this side with Carlos, clearly indicating they were going to be playing together. As the guys set up the other gear, Carlos, with a cheeky grin, held his hand out in expectation, obviously asking for the bat that had been jammed into her shorts. Gemma quirked an eyebrow at him, sighed, and then, rather than handing it to him as he expected, she turned away from him while looking back over her shoulder and stuck her bum out, presenting it to him with the embedded bat! She looked at him expectantly, smirking as she saw his surprise.

Recovering quickly and with a smirk of his own, Carlos reached out for the presented bat. Rather than simply removing the bat nestled in her butt cleavage, he first pushed down slightly, causing her shorts to drop another inch, now displaying a full half of her bum above the maximum curve. If they dropped any lower, they’d be in danger of falling down under their own gravity.

Realizing she’d been outdone again, Gemma slightly shook her head at the grinning Carlos and turned back to see the other boys finishing setting up the table for the game. Before she’d fully turned around, she felt a swat on her ass — not too hard but enough to jolt her with surprise. Looking back, she saw Carlos with his grin again, the bat moving back from where he’d spanked her. The bat had hit dead center, with half of it connecting with her bare ass upper curves and the bottom of it mostly covered by the shorts, except for a bit right at the end which caught her lower bare cheeks.

Gemma’s mouth opened in an ‘O’ of surprise, as Carlos nonchalantly declared, “Looks like we are on the same team. I hope you don’t make me lose!” Feeling her competitive spirit rise, she immediately scoffed back, “As if! No chance of these two runts beating me!”

“Great to see that confidence,” Carlos said, twirling the bat in a manner that made Gemma realize that these nerds clearly played ping pong quite often. “Then you’d not be averse to a forfeit, in the small chance you end up embarrassing me by losing.”

Suspicious she might have been outmaneuvered again by this overweight nerd, she found herself unwilling to back down. Her competitive streak had always been one of her defining characteristics. She hadn’t played ping pong in a long time, but towering over these runts, she felt confident her natural athleticism would carry her through victorious. “What sort of forfeit?” she asked, the first slight hint of nervousness in her voice.

Hearing a glimmer of uncertainty, Carlos’ grin widened. “Oh, let’s say a spank on the bottom per two lost points. It’s only best of one round anyway, so first to 11 points,” he shrugged.

That didn’t sound too bad to Gemma, given her confidence. So, projecting certainty, she said, “Sure. Not that it will happen, outside of your dreams, nerd,” as she turned back to the table, away from the grinning Carlos.

As Gemma assessed the setup for the ping pong game, she realized immediately that there would be challenges. The first issue was the height of the table. It had an adjustable feature and had obviously been set lower for the shorter boys, making it much lower than ideal for her. This meant she would have to bend over quite significantly to lower herself to an optimal height for the playing surface. The second challenge was her high heels. Unaccustomed to wearing them, she felt very unbalanced, which resulted in a certain immobility if she needed to reach for a play; she would mostly need to do so with her legs anchored. As a result, she spread her legs a bit wider than she wanted, and with the lower table, this meant her bum stuck out very prominently at the back, much to the delight of Carlos, who was now getting a proper eyeful of her half-clad backside, including at least three inches of revealed and deep ass crack.

In addition to the display of her behind, the low angle she was forced to adopt, with her ass jutting out and her long legs slightly bent, also pushed out her skimply clad bust. She immediately noticed Tian and Kyle locking onto the obvious target.

Gemma began to discern the patterns in the men’s gazes. Carlos was enchanted by her sculpted lower body and toned ass, while Tian’s interest was unabashedly focused on her breasts. Kyle presented a more intricate picture; though he certainly appreciated her figure, dwelling more on her chest, he also invested time in making eye contact, attempting to convey a confidence he was perhaps struggling to embody. Aware of this, Gemma found herself unexpectedly inclined to acquiesce to his wishes, marking a significant departure from her typical preference for taking charge. However, she also discovered, to her surprise, that the overt objectification from the other two boys was what excited her the most. Assuming the role of a fantasy figure for these young teenagers was a thrill she had never encountered before, and it was incredibly addictive. The idea of willingly playing into their narratives, almost like fulfilling a clichéd role of the airhead bimbo, was unexpectedly delightful.

“Right, first to 11 as usual wins the round, and just the one round today,” Kyle announced, taking charge again. With that, he served the first ball towards Gemma. The serve was much better than she had expected, and she failed to react quickly enough. The ball bounced over the net, off her side of the table, and bounced off her exposed half-bosom. “Oof,” she exclaimed in surprise at the lost point.

“Wow,” said Tian, mesmerized by the sight of the ball hitting her jiggling breasts as it bounced off them. Carlos retrieved the ball, giving him an excuse to be behind Gemma for the enticing view of her rear. She found herself shifting her weight from one leg to the other, swaying her hips and tensing her buttocks, knowing the effect this would have on Carlos’s view. Carlos, taking slightly longer than he should have, handed the ball back to Kyle for a second serve.

Again, Kyle’s serve proved too much for Gemma. Though she managed to get her bat to this one, she wasn’t fast enough to direct it properly, and it tamely bounced to a stop on their end of the table.

The serve now switched to Tian, who would serve to Carlos. Gemma keenly felt the tension, as they were already two points down, which meant a spank forfeited. As Tian prepared to serve, Gemma noticed he continually glanced up at her breasts, presented to him in the tiny top with her leaning forward over the table. In his distracted state, his serve was poor and hit the net. Kyle nudged him angrily, “Hey, pay attention.”

Gemma saw her chance to level the score and, as Tian prepared for another serve, she used her arms on either side of her chest to push her breasts forward even more, almost risking showing an edge of her nipples’ areola as the prominent flesh of her cleavage pushed the tiny shirt sides further apart. Her wanton display had the desired effect, and Tian missed hitting the ball entirely on his serve, looking embarrassed as he noticed her smirk and realized she’d done it on purpose.

Now it was Gemma’s turn to serve to Tian, and she felt relieved they had aligned this way because Kyle had seemed less affected by her revealing attire. His gaze often wandered from her face to the displayed inner curve of her breasts, yet he managed to maintain his composure in the game, unlike Tian. This presented Gemma with a dilemma: should she focus on serving her best, relying on technique and strength to win against Tian, or should she seek victory by further distracting him? Opting for the latter as a more enjoyable strategy given her current mood, she decided to tease the boys further, which was, after all, the main point of her act today.

Having made her decision, Gemma exaggerated her serve, deliberately bouncing up and down during her motion. This caused her breasts to move around in their semi-unconstrained state.

Once again, it was too much for Tian, and his reaction was too slow to stop the ball from hitting in front of him and bouncing past for a point! Gemma embraced the airhead persona, raising her bat high with a quick cheer of delight and a bright smile. She was fully aware of the captivating view she provided to the two young teenagers as her movements caused a noticeable jiggle as her heavy breats moved up and down. She employed the same tactic with her second serve and was pleased to see it effective once more. This time, however, Tian improved and nearly managed to return the ball over the net.

Now it was Carlos’ turn to serve to Kyle. Gemma speculated whether Carlos was envious of the attention she was giving the other guys, but from what she could discern, he seemed content with the view he was getting from behind. Her animated movements had also caused her ass to sway in a manner that was equally distracting. When Carlos served to Kyle, the serve was lackluster, and Kyle easily returned it, sending the ball zipping between Gemma and Carlos, securing the point. Gemma looked at Carlos, expecting to see disappointment, but instead, she was met with a self-satisfied smirk.

It dawned on Gemma too late the trap she had inadvertently fallen into - Carlos wasn’t aiming to win; his incentive lay in losing. Gemma chastised herself for not seeing through the ploy sooner, realizing it wasn’t her acting as a ‘dumb bimbo’ that had led to this situation but rather being outmaneuvered by this nerd. They were now four points down, which translated to two spanks — a fact that seemed to be the true motivation behind Carlos’s strategy.

The game resumed with Kyle serving, the score tied at 4-4, with Gemma, Tian, and Carlos each having lost points. Kyle’s skill proved too much for Gemma once more, quickly bringing the score to 6-4 in favor of the boys. Now, it was Gemma’s turn to serve to Tian again. Once more, he failed to return her serve, with her energetic upper body movements doing obscene things to her half-bared breasts. The score was now tied again at 6-6.

Now it was Tian’s turn to serve again, and Gemma didn’t hold back in her attempts to shamelessly distract him. She went as far as to stick out her tongue and run it over her lips suggestively, though this had less impact than she’d hoped, as Tian’s eyes were glued to her heaving bosom. Tian managed to get his serve over the net, albeit weakly, and Gemma braced herself for a quick return from Carlos, preparing to react. However, no return came, and with a sinking feeling, she looked over at Carlos, only to see him picking up the ball from the ground. She realized he had missed on purpose — the trap was more elaborate than she had initially thought. He could afford to lose points on both their and the boys’ turns, as long as Tian managed to serve it. With a groan, she acknowledged the futility of trying to win this game; she had been outplayed both on and off the table before the game even started.

Reluctantly, she had to admit that it was a clever strategy, albeit one she should not have fallen for so easily. Despite her best efforts to distract him, Tian managed another serve, and once again, Carlos failed to return the ball, letting it drop to keep the round going. The score was now 8-6 in favor of the boys!