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At this frat party, Tommy said when his Dad snuck him into the strip club, he watched the dancers have a slap fight contest. The guys asked for all kinds of details, and Tommy sighed, “It’s hard to explain. You really just got to see it to know how fucking hot it is. These topless bitches just wailing each other in the face to see how tougher.” He pushed his fist into his mouth and groaned while rolling his eyes back in mock pleasure.
I have a super crush on Tommy, and I leaned on the back of the couch and shrugged. “I’d slap a bitch for a date with you?” The group ohhed and ahhed, and Tommy turned back to look at me with shocked eyes.
“Bet.”
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“Rules are open palm only. No closed fist. You’ll each take a turn until one of you taps out. Whoever wins, I’ll take you out on a romantic date. No expenses spared.” He winked at me with a cocky grin, and my heart fluttered. I sized up the only other dumbass who agreed to a slap contest in the middle of a frat party.
She was taller than me but thin. Her cheeks hollowed out, and they looked like they’d hurt my hand, but Tommy giving me the nod of approval had me willing to do whatever. “Lose your shirts, ladies.” He chuckled, and my competitor pulled off her top. Her tits were so small she didn’t even need a bra. When I removed my shirt, the crowd lost its mind as my heavy milk jugs bounced free. “Good. Good. Sarah will go first.” I wondered if he let her go first cus he knew I was about to rock the bitch.
We sat in front of each other, and she drew back her hand weakly. Cleary never saw an example of this sport like I have, so she slapped me across my cheek. It stung, but I didn’t even move my head. I could feel her handprint blooming on my cheek, but I didn’t flinch.
“Good, yes! Okay, Krysta.” Tommy nodded, and I realized he was palming his cock through his pants. this fucking date was mine. I cocked my arm back and plowed my plam into little Sarah’s face. Letting the slap follow all the way through as her head whipped to the side. The room exploded into chaos as she tipped off her chair and started to cry. Tommy jumped over to me, grabbing my hand and pulling my arm up in victory. “Krysta is the winner!! Fuck, let’s do another match!”
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