Comp's Chance

“Bitch! I let him take me in the mouth, the pussy, and the ass. Then I sucked the soul from his dick until he passed the fuck out. He barely woke up in time for church,” Halle cackles. I laugh too, but take another look around the basement.

There are mats, small trampolines placed strategically across the floor, ropes hanging from the ceiling, a ladder near the back, and a jumping wall, even though it’s on the smaller side. The girls and I have all been obsessed with watching American Ninja Warrior lately, and we swear we could get past the first level of the course. We’re all lying to ourselves because we know for a fucking fact that’s a lie, but it’s still fun. We watch it together each week on girls’ night. We usually only get about an hour before the guys barge in and drag us all away, but last week, we were able to start planning for tonight.

I supplied the snacks, Izzy the drinks, Piper made sure the guys were taken care of, and Halle wanted to be in charge of the course. And I say she blew that shit out of the water. I will never know how the hell she got this course down here with the supplies she had to work with, but I can’t wait to give it a go.

“Oh, I also made a tent under the back steps,” Halle says, pointing to the enormous ass tent that could probably fit us, ourmen, and all the kids, with room still left over. The tent has a few huge white sheets hanging from the center and flowing like a circus tent. It’s purely magical.

“Hell yeah! I want to see inside!” I say before hustling over to the tent. I peek inside and gasp. Fluffy white blankets, pillows, fairy lights, and what looks like twinkling stars play out across the top. It’s magical.

“Wow, the kids would love this!” I whisper in awe.

“Yeah, I wanted to see if I could get it all set up perfectly; then tomorrow, when we finish the test run, I was going to set it up for them in the playroom,” Halle says, crawling into the tent beside me. The others follow behind, and before we know it, we’re sprawled together under the tent, laughing and joking around.

It’s not long before we start drinking. First comes the shots of Peach Moonshine. It hits just right, warming its way down to my stomach, and then we pass around the smoke. Finally, when we are giggling uncontrollably and barely able to walk straight. Halle speaks up.

“Who’s first?” she asks, throwing back another shot.

“Me!” I yell, feeling just confident enough. We all climb, well, more like stumble, out of the tent and make our way to the start of the makeshift course. I only get to the end of the first part before I’m falling on my face and laughing my ass off.

Halle makes it to the swinging ropes but gets sidetracked as she does upside-down flips and tricks on the rope. I’m dizzy just looking at it. How did she drink and smoke so much and still pull that off?

“Whoo hoo! I made it to the end!” Piper yells, swaying at the top of the wall.

“Of course, you did bitch! You were trained by GI Joe!” Izzy says, laughing.

“Your turn!” I yell as Halle, Piper, and I all swarm her. I know it’s hard on Izzy sometimes, not being able to see and do somethings we girls can. I’ll be damned if she gets left out, though. We will always find a way for her to do anything we are, and if we can’t, we simply won’t do it. We are a team. All of us women.

“Oh no, I can’t see anything clearly! How am I supposed to do this?” Izzy asks nervously.

“By leaning on us,” I say, stumbling to the side. “Shut it!” I warn them all, but it doesn’t help. We break down again into fits of laughter.

“Okay, okay. Let’s go, Izzy. Hold on to Halle’s left arm and Sunny’s right arm. I’m going to hold your waist and guide you through it,” Piper says as we work our way through the course.

On one part, the rope slips free of Izzy’s hand, and she screams bloody murder, even though the floor is less than two feet below. We laugh again and continue through the course. There’s a balance beam right before the wall, and Izzy steps up just as my foot gives between two mats, and I fall face first. I scream, pulling Izzy’s arm, who falls on top of me. From there, it’s a domino effect. Izzy pulls Halle, who pulls Piper until we are all piled up on the mats together. Then we hear pounding feet coming down the stairs.

“Sugar!” Swift growls out.

“Abort! Abort!” I yell.

“Back to the tent!” Halle yells.

“RUN!” Piper says, helping Izzy up. We quickly, okay, not so quickly, try to crawl back to the tent. We all fall on top of each other another five times, swaying back and forth before we get to the tent.

I go in first, but Nix’s strong arms wrap around me.

“Noooo…” I whine! “I want my snacks. I didn’t get any crackers. Ohhh… peanut butter,” I moan.

“Ohh fuck, yeah, I need some peanut butter,” Halle agrees.

“What the fuck, Pet. You don’t even like peanut butter. Is this shit why you nearly put my dick to its grave today? Were youplanning this shit? I must be losing my touch if you weren’t as worn out as I was,” Loki growls, stalking toward Halle.

“I took pre-workout before you slid all up inside me. I know what I’m doing,” she says, wagging her brows. “And you’re right; I never liked peanut butter, but put it on a banana…” She smirks at him and gives him a sexy, knowing look.

“We’re out! Sunny, sorry darlin’, but you’re going to have to get your own peanut butter,” Loki says, grabbing Halle and racing up the stairs.

“I think it’s time I get you to bed as well, Angel. Jett gave you hell last night,” Hitter says, bending and picking up Izzy.

“Awww, but I didn’t get to finish my run at the course,” she whines.