Part 1: In the Games Room

“Let’s play darts.” Said Paul with a smile.

“You make it sound a bit more interesting than what we play in the pub.” said Michael.

“It is.”

The two men made their way to the games room and checked in at reception.

Michael noted. “They are quite beaurocratic here - it’s a bit like being in Butlin’s in the olden days - not like the hotels I am used to.”

“It is no big deal really.” Said Paul as he signed for the game, adding. “The equipment here is a bit more specialist.”

The receptionist processed Paul’s booking and informed the men. “Your game will be ready in three minutes, if you would like to grab a drink and make your way to board three just along the corridor here on the right.”

The men each grabbed a bottle of beer from the end of the reception desk and casually made their way along the corridor. They soon reached the door marked ‘Board 3’, knocked and went in.

“Almost ready Sirs.” The game maid called from the end of the darkened room. “Just fixing the board up for you, I will be with you shortly.”

The maid turned and made her way towards the men and standing behind them by the door switched on the lights.

Paul knew what to expect but Michael was a little surprised to see no dart board as the very bright lights flashed on, instead all he could see was a brightly illuminated and ravishingly beautiful young woman standing in front of the wall wearing nothing but a very sheer long black dress, heels and a gorgeous smile. The dress was marked out with zones outlined in white lines.

The Maid spoke again. “Hi, I’m Lesley and I am your dart maid for this game, and Kylie is your board. Start at five-O-one, dart nearest the belly button starts. Standard rules?”

“Yes, standard rules.” Said Paul.

Michael was a little puzzled. “Standard rules? I am used to a round board, with a normal double top. What darts do we use for this? With suckers? What are the rules?”

Paul quickly covered the basics. “The different zones score according to the size, each has a central double score zone and within that a triple score zone that only applies if you get all three darts in the same bed. The maid has the darts.”

The two men turned towards the maid. With the lights on they could see her more than ample bosom pushed up high with two sets of darts embedded up to their shafts in her embonpoint. A set of thirteen red darts in her left breast and thirteen blue darts in her right breast. She herself looked quite stunning in her white maid’s uniform with just the black heels, black belt and the hint of a flouncy black petticoat showing under her short skirt.

“Take a dart, nearest the belly button starts.” Said Paul.

Michael tried to take a red dart from the maid’s breast, he tugged at it and then tried a bit harder almost tipping the maid off balance but it still did not come out.

Paul advised. “You need to give it a bit of a sharp tug, be careful with the maid - she does not want to be pulled about too much. The darts have barbs on them, they don’t really need them but it makes it a bit more fun. I paid extra.”

Paul smiled and deftly pulled a blue dart from the maid’s breast with a quick flick of his wrist, exposing its three inch long point with the three barbs just behind the tip. A trickle of blood started to run down the maid’s breast before soaking into her white uniform dress staining it red.

Michael tried again. This time he managed to pull his dart almost half way out with one tug. A second tug extracted the dart and the inevitable trickle of blood quickly ran down the maid’s breast and started soaking in to her dress.

“The dart has blood on it.” Said Michael.

Paul reassured him. “It’s O.K. Don’t worry. Wipe it on the maid if it worries you. She won’t mind - it’s her blood after all.”

Michael thought for a bit, then wiped his dart on the maid’s dress before getting ready to throw the rather heavier than he was used to dart.

Paul offered some more advice. “Throw it hard. They are pretty sharp but you need to make sure it goes in. No points for just sticking it in her dress.”

Michael threw his dart and they watched it pin Kylie’s dress to her inner thigh, pulling the fabric of her dress tight between her legs so that it followed the curves of her pussy.

Michael was a little surprised at how still Kylie remained as the dart went in, and mentioned it.

Paul offered some more advice as he threw his dart which landed barely an inch away from Kylie’s belly button. “The targets are trained not to flinch. The light is so bright that they can’t see the darts coming anyway, well as long as you keep away from their eyes. When you get them in the eye they often duck and get a bit twitchy and it is hard to get a good score when they start twitching. The training is good but there are limits. That said the tip of the nose makes a handy double to finish on.”

The maid announced “Blue is nearest, blue to start. Game on.”

Paul jerked three blue darts out of the maid’s breast and threw.

“One hundred and ninety eight!” The maid called out as the third dart buried itself all the way in to Kylies left nipple next to the previous two.

The sound of clapping was heard from above. Michael looked up and could just make out the spectators in the gallery above watching their game.

The maid chalked the score on a traditional blackboard before Michael extracted his three darts from the maid’s breast, taking two jerks each to get the first two out, but perfecting his technique by the third. More trickles of blood were running down the maid’s breasts and the front of her uniform dress was turning red as the tide of redness started to descend from her bosom.

Michael threw his darts, getting the first a little above Kylie’s right breast, the second below her left breast, and the third miraculously just inside the edge of her right areole.

“Sixty two!” The maid announced as she chalked up the score on the blackboard.

Paul cockily tried to repeat on Kylies right breast, but only got two in the nipple, the third going in the areole for a measly one hundred and thirty two.

Still Kylie remained rock steady.

They played on with Michael getting more comfortable with the game, his scores gradually creeping up.

With nine darts played by each of the players the maid replenished the darts in her bosom with a dozen more in each breast, being careful to ensure that they went in to new places.

Eventually Paul had got down to needing just 58 to finish - double 29 from the tip of Kylie’s nose.

He threw and missed, the dart instead landing just below her left eye instead for a measly three.

Paul had been right, when Michael came to throw Kylie was noticeably twitching with her breasts distinctly juddering up and down randomly. He threw anyway hoping that her nipple would be in the right place when his dart landed - and it was. His first triple top, or would have been if he could have followed it with another two.

Paul tried again for a finish. First one in her belly for one, right ankle for ten, but her breasts were bouncing too much to get an areole for forty four and he got just a breast for twenty two. Paul was now regretting getting so close to her eye.

Meanwhile Michael had got his score down to a respectable eighty seven. This put even more pressure on Paul to nail that last double. While Kylie had calmed down a bit, she was still twitching a little and with right ankle for ten Paul continued to miss the elusive doubles. Double six on the clitoral hood would have been nice, but scoring six for pussy to a sigh from the gallery instead just left muck. He threw into her belly for a one.

“Seventeen!” Announced the maid.

Michael continued to try for the high scoring breasts, but with so many darts now thrown the breast area was getting crowded. A lucky bounce saw Michael’s first dart fall and stick through Kylie’s foot into the triple seven area pinning her right foot to her shoe. He quickly followed it up throwing his next two darts miraculously into the same triple seven area on her right foot.

“Sixty three!” Announced the maid as she chalked up Michaels score.