musicankane
I blew a monkey once.
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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?
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?