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James Omalley was the top MOBA player in the world. His tactics and skill have pushed his team through five straight championships. His team has gotten to the point where the other teams don't seem to stand a chance. Nothing phases him, nothing shakes his resolve in game. It, of course, doesn't hurt that he spends day in and day out practicing the game, playing and perfecting, winning and pwning.

At the beginning of the year James became the leader of Team-AllSpark. It was then that James felt that he had finally made it. That all his work had paid off in multiple million dollar paydays. There was no end in sight to his reign and his team's clean sweep of yearly championships.

Yet Mark Jameson, from Team-DeadlyNova had a plan. Mark was a great MOBA player, but he knew that his team would have no chance to beat T-AS in any of this year's competitions. No chance.

All was not lost though, Mark had a little bit of information that would be the downfall of James and his team. James was a virgin, a gaming nerd who had never had a girlfriend in any way shape or form. Mark had never had a problem with women, in fact, Mark was a little bit of a playboy and he had girls all over the place.

Conventional tactics and mind games wouldn't shake James's skills. He needed an outside distraction. Something to pull him away from the game and cause his skills to rust a little. Even a little bit of rust would be good, because this was a game in which a slight mistake would be enough.

Mark sat across from his beautiful girlfriend Megan Morow. "Look it is the only way." HE said, discussing his plan to use her to seduce James and pull him away from the game. "You get him away from the game and he will not be as honed into the game. Then we can beat him and this year's prize money will be ours. Think about the payday. Over a million bucks. We'd be set." He told her. "All you have to do is go be pretty around him, maybe trick him into taking you on a couple of dates. Let him think he has a chance of sticking his dick in you and he'll be trapped on your little hooks." He explained.

* * * * *

Three weeks later James was in the gym, running on the treadmill. He tried to keep his body in shape so that his mind would stay more alert and his clicking reflexes would be top notch. Everything he did was to be better at the game. To be the best at the game. As he ran, he eyed a girl on the machine in front of him. Her body was amazing. Perfectly perky, full, firm tits. A flat toned stomach. A tight ass. She was the kind of girl James had always pictured himself with. Sadly his career choice didn't exactly bring in the ladies. Though the money should have.

James was a shy guy, and he found talking to women very hard. Especially if he found them hot. His mouth and tongue just locked up and he made a fool of himself. It was hopeless.

Still he didn't dwell on it much. His focus was to win top prize for the sixth year in a row. A win would make him the first pro gamer in history to win 10 million dollars in total winnings. He was going to buy himself a Ferrari if he won. Chicks would come flocking to a Ferrari.

Right?
 
Character Profile : Megan Morow -- all around stud-magnet, former cheer squad captain and coordinator, current arm candy to Mark Jameson.

She had been hearing Mark speak about it for nearly a month now. The MOBA tournament was all he and his buddies talked about. It was something that she had given a try once back in High School, but it didn't really stick. Now, here she was watching Mark, the playboy of the Upper East Side, schedule different plans about what he and his teammates had to do to gain the upper hand and win the tournament.

Her part in all this? She was supposed to seduce a person that she had never even met. Supposedly this guy, James Omalley was one of these types that focused so hard on the game -- even more so than Mark did. And that made Mark extremely jealous. She rolled her eyes as she looked to him. "Is that all I am to you? Just some prize to be won and a thing to be used to help you win?" But alas, her words had not been heard. Only to deaf ears. She sighed as she listened to how she was to go about doing this.

***~~~***The Next Day***~~~***

The tournament was only 5 days away and Mark had told Megan that she was to go attempt to hit up James at the local gym that he had been seen at. She put on a pair of tight yoga pants and a skimpy athletic top before going in. She used the same gym so she had a membership. That's when she spotted him. She was expecting a nerdy looking dude, but in truth, he might even be hotter than Mark. She looked to him before taking the elliptical machine in front of him. She knew within time he would notice her.

She took each step with stride. Her ass jiggling slightly as she began to walk at a faster pace. Once she was done, she turned around and drank water from her bottle, touching the cool plastic to her neck before she eyed him. "Hey, I haven't seen you around here before. You new?" she asked.
 
James was still jogging on the treadmill once the hottie in front of him finished. He sadly shrugged, knowing that his eye-candy for the work out would be leaving and he would be left only to think about the game. Not that he minded thinking about the game, it was how he kept sharp. In his mind he could run through entire matches and scenarios in order to come up with plans of attack and counters to enemy movements.

Then he heard her voice. James blinked and looked down to see the hottie from the elliptical machine looking up at him. His eyes widened at her, in reflex, girls didn't start conversations with him much and especially not girls this fucking fine. Hell even sweaty she looked stunning, like a model or something.

He realized she had asked him a question and he shook his head. "Oh me? Uh...No...I mean I usually work out late at night when nobody is around....That's all. I pla......errr I work late hours and don't usually have time until two or three A.M." He said, sweating even more suddenly. Hopefully she wouldn't notice how nervous he was.
 
She wiped her brow with her towel as she listened to him speak. He was stuttering over his own words, which made him totally innocent. Hell, she didn't even know why Mark would be scared to lose to this guy. He was good looking and very firm in the areas she could see. His gaming skills must be pretty tough.

"Ah, I see. That's why I haven't seen you then." She smiled while looking at him. "Well, you wanna go get a coffee or something? I'm certain you could use it.." She smirked before walking by him. "Meet me out front in 20 minutes.."

She walked off. Not sure if he'd even meet up with her in a bit, but it was worth a shot. Within time, she was ready and went to go stand outside, waiting to see if he'd show up.
 
James hadn't even had time to register what she had asked him before she was gone. He trotted along on the machine staring straight ahead as if stunned. That girl had just invited him out. How was this real? She didn't know him, she had simply saw hI'm for the first time and wanted to hang out. James knew he kept in good shape but he had never had a girl....hit on him?

He realized he was running out of the alloted time to meet her. In a frantic panic James shut off the machine and ran to the locker room to wash up. He jumped into the shower quickly just to rinse the sweat away. Then he was out and dressed in moments.

The hot chick was waiting for him outside the gym and he felt bad about being late. "Hey sorry...old naked Jim was hogging the sinks in the locker room." He said with a smile. "We don't like getting close to naked Jim."

He approached her and held out his hand. "I'm James. I believe you said something about coffee?"
 
"Oh, I've heard of rumors of Naked Jim! I just didn't think he was real," she chuckled as she looked at him. "I'm Megan. Yeah, care to hit the coffee joint around the corner? Thought you could use the refreshment.." She kept close to him as she walked with him. She didn't know how long she'd have to keep up this charade, but she'd be willing to do it. Hell, it was for Mark.

"Yeah, good girl. Seduce that game genius asshole.." Mark said to himself from a distance -- even now he was hoping that this plan would go through. He was only in it for himself -- he just wanted that fucking prize.

Once inside the coffee shop, Megan ordered and took a seat. "So why don't you tell me about yourself?" She shook some sugar packets and looked at him with her hands crossed under her chin. She smiled looking at James.
 
At the coffee shop, not a Starbucks thank God, James sat across from the beautiful Megan and wondered just what the hell was supposed to say. She looked at him and seemed to analyse him for a moment before asking him about himself. James looked down at his coffee and thought for a moment. He made a living playing video games, one video game to be specific, how the hell could he tell her about that without sounding like a total dork.

"Well I," He started, swallowed a big sip of hot coffee. "I am athlete. Sort of....are you familiar with something called E-Sports?" He asked her. "I am a professional in E-Sports and currently I am the top competitor in the world." He told her, trying to duck around the video game part of it, while still trying to make it sound impressive.

He looked at her and chewed his lower lip a moment. "What about you Megan. If I must say you are rather.....stunning. Are you a model or actress or something?" He blushed, wondering if that question was too blunt.
 
"Ah, I see," she said with a smile. Then he asked about her. "Oh, you wanna know about me?" She hadn't thought about what to say if he were to ask that of her. She inhaled deeply as she decided to wing it. "Oh no, I'm not an actress. Wish I could be, but no, not yet. I'm into the gaming industry. Ever hear of MOBA? I'm sort of a manager for several players that get money for their playing," she said as she took a sip of the coffee that had just arrived.

"There's not much else about me," she said with a wink. She knew that what she had said was a complete lie. She didn't even know anything about MOBA. It was just something Mark was into and that's the only reason she was involved with it.

"So, E-Sports huh?" she questioned. "I haven't heard of that yet. Is it a big enterprise?"
 
James jerked upright when she told him what she did. Ever hear of MOBA? He was the star player in competitive MOBA. How could she work for a team and not know who is was or if there was any money in it?

James should have been suspicious of her there. But instead he was very much blinded by possibly being able to impress her. "I'm actually the reigning MOBA champion. My team is the most dominate team in the game right now and I have won the last five championships." He told her with a huge grin.

"Wow I would have never pictured you as a girl gamer. That is stunning. You gonna tell me something else about you? I mean something that doesn't make you the hottest collect chick I've ever met. Do you fart a lot or something? Stinky feet?" He asked suddenly overly excited about getting to know this girl.
 
Megan laughed as she looked to him. "Oh god no.. One time I kissed my cousin at a makeout party -- but that was only because we were dared and...and she was into it.. That's about as bad as I can think of.." She sipped some more coffee as she moved her leg under the table, touching him gently with her foot.

"You seemed like the gaming type.. Something about ya.. I think it's your smile," she said with a smirk and a wink. She knew she had him now. He'd be into her so much soon enough that he would forget about the tournament. It shouldn't be too much longer anyway.

That's when her phone vibrated. She picked it up and looked at it. "Fuck! Mark is bothering me now.." she thought to herself. She ignored it for right now. He had said to hurry it up -- that he was horny. She shook her head as she looked back to James.

"Hey, you wanna get out of here and hit a club or something tonight? The coffee house seems too much of a weird zone.." She wasn't sure if he'd buy where she was going with it, but hopefully he would.
 
James was never much of a date guy, but he was surprised how well his time with Megan was going. She was beautiful, stunningly so, and the best part was how down to Earth she seemed. James had encountered a lot of hot chicks that thought they were simply better than anyone else because of they're hotness. Yet Megan simply smiled at the idea of his gaming.

Then she suggested that they go out later tonight, to a club. James shrugged and thought about practicing tonight. "I uhh.....I don't.....I mean I'm not much of a club guy." He warned her. "But with a beauty like you, I think I could manage. Sure."

James grabbed a napkin and pushed it toward her, "Why don't you give me your address and I'll pick you up tonight like what? Nineish?" He asked.

He didn't think he would ever be excited about going to a club, but looking at the hot Megan and the thought of being able to do naughty things with her excited him. He already felt his balls tingling, he just hoped he didn't blow his chance with her by doing something retarded later.
 
"Nine sounds fine," she said with a smirk as she took the napkin from him and began to write down her address on it. She brought it to her lips to leave the lipstain on it before handing it back to him and getting up. She smiled leaning over to him, giving him a clear view of her cleavage. "See you then.."

She walked out of the coffee shop and headed down the street. Mark was close behind as she saw his car pull up behind her. "Did you do it? Is he going to be too busy? Did he buy it?" he questioned her quickly. His eyes seemed eager to hear if he might have a chance to win this year.

She sighed. "Yeah, he fell into it. I'm taking him out for a night at the club on 57th." She got into the car as Mark pulled her close and kissed her deeply. She didn't even want to kiss him right now. But she did it to keep him calm. She felt bad to do this to James.

"Ohh yeah!" Mark exclaimed. "Tonight is training night for all guilds in the game. He's going to fucking miss it. He won't be ready for the tournament. Might just have to keep you on a bit longer if you succeed in this.." He took her to her place and slapped her ass as she got out of the car.

Megan sighed as she turned to him, giving him a fake smile. "I'll let you know about how it went come the morning." She turned and went inside to get ready.

Nine o'clock came and she was dressed to kill. Tight halter type dress with heels to boot. She was ready when she heard the knock at the door.

She went to the door and smiled as she opened it, seeing James standing there. "Oh, good to see you.."
 
The first thing James did when he got home was sit in front of his computer and fire up the game. He cracked his knuckles and prepared to play as the game booted up on screen. If he pushed it he might be able to put in one, maybe two, games before he had to get ready to go on his date. He couldn't believe he had a fucking date.

As he played his first game, he thought about the beauty that he was going to try and woo tonight. The game he loaded into was a bunch of bums, and he single-handedly beat the shit out of the enemy team, even with his mind on Megan's beautiful face.

After the game was easily won, James got up and took a shower, combed his hair and dressed up in a dark blue button up shirt, black slacks and pulled on his loofers he got for a wedding he had to go to a few years ago. He looked pretty good when he checked the mirror with a smile.

He pulled up to her apartment building right on time, wondering why she lived in the same neighborhood where Team DeadlyNova had there little practice base. That definitely took some points off her hottness, even if she had no idea about the team. He just didn't trust those Nova fuckers.

He smiled as he knocked on her door, nervous about going to his first club. He hoped he didn't dance like a fool in front of her.
 
Megan smiled as she looked to him. "You look great.." She waved her hand so he could come in. "So, I'm ready, just got to grab my handbag." She walked into the kitchen to grab a small coat and her handbag. Then she noticed the picture of Mark on the cabinet. She rushed to cover it up before she turned around to see him. "So, you ready to go?"

***~~~***~~~***~~~***~~~***

Mark was talking in the game chat and heard about how James' character had destroyed the majority of the lower teams with ease. "Fuck, this damn plan had better work," one of his friends said in a harsh tone.

"Fuck man, I know she can do it. She's the best slut around," Mark said before fist-bumping one of the other guys.
 
The club was pumping huge amounts of base into what seemed like a very small room. People looked crammed in place and James definitely felt out of place. Megan seemed right at home and nimbly pushed her way through the crowd of people to get them both drinks.

James looked around as she brought back to colorful drinks. "You seem at ease here." He told her almost shouting. "You don't mind all the people?"

He took a sip of a drink that was so sweet he couldn't taste the booze that was bound to be there. His eyes wandered over to the dance floor where he saw people dancing in ways that looked like they should be in a bedroom instead of out in public.
 
Megan smiled. "No, they are somewhat my kind of people. I don't mind them at all." She looked to him and realized that he was seemingly uncomfortable here. Had he never been out to a club before? "Oh come on, you need to loosen up," Megan groaned as she dragged him out to the dance floor. She began to slowly dance with him but he seemed to have two left feet. She smirked grinding her body against him, the pace speeding up.

She took another sip of her drink and then began to hold against him, grinding harder. "Are you wanting to go elsewhere?" she asked him. Perhaps if he had the choice, he might be able to ease up a bit.
 
James swallowed a big chunk of his drink before she could pull him out into no man's land aka the dance floor. He wasn't much of a dancer, his physical coordination that of someone with two left feet. And a tail. And maybe no knees. Sure his fingers and hands were good on a keyboard, but that had nothing to do this dancing.

Luckily Megan knew he was nervous and she pressed her body close to his while she danced. This let James kind of rock back and forth while she rubbed against him. James felt heat rush through his body as this stunning woman grinder against him. It made his balls tingle and he feared popping a bone in the middle of the dance floor.

He swallowed when she asked if he wanted to go somewhere else. But he was already sporting a chubby and if she moved other people would see his buldge. He grabbed onto her hips and held her again him, making and effort to move even more. "No this is fine. I just need to cut loose." He said with a smile. "Plus I'm making some people jealous having a hot tie like you pressed against me." He smirked.

It never occurred to him that now she could feel his cock digging into her.
 
His cock was certainly large as he ground into her ass. It felt so good and awkward. But maybe this was his way of breaking loose. "Fuck," she hissed under her breath. She turned her body around and looked to him, grinding her body against him once again, her leg pressed between his. She ground her groin against his leg as she looked into his eyes.

"I know where we could go," she said with a smirk. She took his hand, keeping him close so no one would see his boner. She led him to a back room and gently pushed him against the wall.

"Fuck, you're huge," she exclaimed. She slipped her hand down his waistband as she felt his erection. Soon she pulled her hand out and started working at his zipper. "Hope you don't mind this," she said with a smirk.
 
James did not expect her to react the way she did. Her excitement over the feel of his dick was something he had begun to think that no woman would ever show him. Before he realized it or before he could even protest, Megan had his hand and was leading him off the dance floor and toward the back. Apparently this club prepared for people who got to hot and heavy on the dance floor as Megan led him to a hallway where a row of private rooms lined either side.

Megan took him to a vacant room and pressed him against a wall after kicking the door shut. She told him he was huge, in honest surprise it sounded, and James gasped as her hand slipped into his waist band. He shivered as suddenly a woman, a beautiful woman mind, curled her fingers around his cock tip. She caressed his swollen knob, before giving up and pulling her hand free.

Deftly her fingers worked open his fly so she could pull his hard dick out into the air. He couldn't believe this was happened with a girl he barely met. Yet he could do nothing to stop her, his V-Card demanded removal and with a girl as stunning as Megan he knew he would never hit this lottery jackpot ever again.

"It's okay. But only if you're sure." James said, still giving Megan a chance to opt out as if she would suddenly come to her senses and realize she was jerking the dick of a huge nerd.
 
She looked to him as she smirked with a bright smile. "I believe I can handle something like this.." she muttered. She put her lips to the tip and began to lick the slit, tasting his precum. She knew that he was probably a virgin, so she decided to take it slow or else he would blow at the slightest touch. She began to lick the underside of the shaft, taking careful note of how he was reacting. "Are you liking this?" she moaned as she then took his full length into her mouth, deep throating him with ease. She was known for giving good head. She had made sure to be that way. She didn't really want to give up her pussy for a quickie. Her mouth could be used for that.

She pulled back and felt him throb. She put her thumb over the slit. "Don't cum...not just yet," she whispered. She wanted to have some fun with him.
 
James couldn't believe what was happening. He had barely met this girl, gone off to some weird ass club where she pulled him into a back room and was now about to put his dick into her mouth. A blowjob, his first blowjob, his first anything. He stared straight ahead at the far wall as he felt her tongue lick over his tip, the violent blast of pleasure that rocketed through him was nearly overwhelming.

She licked the underside of his shaft as he looked down to watch her. This incredibly beautiful woman, running her tongue along his dick to taste him. She teased him, asking him if he liked this, as if any guy couldn't like a hot girl licking his crank. Then she took his dick into her mouth completely, his cock suddenly surrounded by her warm wet mouth. Her tongue slobbering along the underside of him, her cheeks sucked in to caress his shaft, he cried out and tossed his head back.

"Holy shit!" He hissed. "Megan, I...!" He couldn't take it. His dick was ready to burst, unused to real pleasure.

She pulled him out of her mouth and squeezed him, pressing her thumb almost painfully against his slit. She told him not to cum yet and it actually worked. The sudden demand caught him off guard and actually pushed away his orgasm from the moment. But precum was dripping freely from his knob, soaking her thumb and hand.

"Wha...?" He stammered.
 
She smiled looking to him, licking his cock in between her words. "You play games right? Just imagine having a cooldown. If you cum right off the bat, it would take a bit to let the sensitivity calm down. Where is the fun in that?" She flickered her eyelashes as she looked to him. "Time to continue." She reached with her other hand and began to rub his ballsack.

She watched his reaction with sly intent as she began to lick the underside once again. She loved the way his member throbbed in her grip.

"Do you wish to cum?" she asked him before taking his cock into her mouth, sucking gently on the tip, savoring the taste of his precum.
 
James was nothing but confused. Megan said something about not wanting him to be put on cool down but he was lost the the feel of her soft hand stroking him gently. She teased him while she caressed his length seemingly pleased with the shape and size of his cock.

He gasped as she rubbed his nuts, "Megan i......I've never done this before." He confessed figuring she would learn one way or another and it was better to warn her.

She asked him if he wished to cum before sucking his dick back into her warm wet mouth. He gasped and nodded, "Yes I want to cum." He said with a strained voice. Then his cock jerked in her mouth as he gasped and no amount of holying back could stop the torrent of sperm racing towards her throat.
 
She looked to his face as it twisted up in pleasure, her question answered. He was a virgin. She knew how to handle those, as well as making them feel everything that they wouldn't normally feel while masturbating. And he wanted to cum. That's all she needed to hear. She went to town on his cock. She began to rub the base of the shaft with a gentle steady motion. She loved the way his precum began to ooze into her mouth. She licked the tip with her tongue as she sucked him nice and deep.

Then it happened. His spunk shot forth into her mouth, warm and tangy, with an edge of sweetness. She stroked his cock with an easier movement as she sucked the remainder of his cock free of cum. She pulled back after a moment, licking him clean.

"Was that enjoyable for you?" she asked, trying to not seem formal at all. She removed her shirt and looked to him, her breasts taut. "Sorry, the girls needed to be free for a moment."
 
James cried out as her sucking only seemed to get stronger as he began to spurt jizz into her mouth. He thought she would pull away, but he felt her fucking throat working hard as she drank his nut down like a smoothie. He couldn't believe this beautiful woman, whom he had barely known, was drinking down his DNA like they had known each other for years.

And he wasn't going to complain one fucking bit about it either. When she pulled back James slumped against the back of the wall, his dick drooping a little from his pop off. She licked her lips and leaned forward to lick away the last little dribble of cream from his tip.

Then she smiled and made a comment about trusting it had felt good for him. Then she pulled her shirt off, revealing her wonderful bra-covered tits to him. His eyes widened as he looked down at her. His mouth watered and he swallowed hard, "Wow you've got an incredible rack. Can I......Can I touch one?" He asked, reaching a hand out towards her.
 
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