“Hey Cindy, all set for this weeks round?” I asked with a smile on my face.
“Like, of course! And this week I’m gonna totally beat you! giggle” she replied and brushed her long hair back over her shoulders.
Cindy had come to the club last year, and aspiring professional looking to make some easy money gambling with amateurs through a mixture of her skills and her wiles.
She still possessed one of those things… but her golf game had gone down the drain after she tried her wiles on me.
I normally don’t pay much attention to the traveling wanna be pros that come through the club, its popular enough to draw an affluent crowd, which draws them in like moths to a flame. As long as they stay out of my way, I’m happy to just hack around the course and enjoy myself.
It’s one of the few activities I can do that I can’t really cheat at. Team sports like basketball or hockey? Easy enough to slip into the minds of the opposing team and just “tweak” them so they’re having an off day. Games like poker or pool? Just read their minds for what cards they have or cloud their minds.
Golf though… with golf I’m just playing against myself.
I’m happy to play with others of course, and I even play with the semi-pros once in a while, but I’m not trying to beat them or anything, I’m just trying to beat my own best score.
So when Cindy came sniffing around it didn’t take long for her to go through the usual guys that would make stupid bets and get to me.
I turned her down several times, but she was persistent and after pestering me for the better part of a month, I finally gave in and agreed to a match. The stakes were steep, far steeper than she realized.
We’d agreed to a match game, I’d get two extra strokes per hole and at the end, if she won, I’d pay her $500 for every hole she was up on me. If I won, she’d have to give something up.
She was suspicious of the wager, but I assured her it was nothing sexual or anything, and that she’d never miss it.
After a bit of discussion, she agreed.
I make it competitive, at least that first round. In the end I was up one hole and I simply took her ability to refuse to wager on a round of golf with me.
After that I started taking away her golf skills with each round. First her ability to chip the ball, then to putt the ball, then to hit an iron shot, then a bunker shot, then to drive the ball off the tee.
It wasn’t long before I didn’t even have to slip into her mind to win, her game was falling apart right before her own eyes.
After that I started taking away IQ points, inhibitions, judgement, and a few other things, to the point where she was willing to do anything I asked her too.
I was a little surprised this spring when she showed up with her tits done though. I hadn’t asked for that, but I guess she picked up the obvious signs I was giving and had them done herself.
Either that or one of the other members suggested them… which was equally as likely as she was still gambling with the other members, just no longer for cash.
We walked over to the golf cart and I sat in the drivers seat as she slid in beside me and snuggled up close, her left hand slipping between my legs and rubbing my crotch as we drive off.
“So, uhm, like, whatcha gonna take from me today?” she asked, knowing full well the outcome of the match was already decided even after her bravado from before.
I smiled and looked over to her, “I don’t know… is there something in particular you’d like me to take?” I asked.
She hesitated for a moment as a blush crossed her face and she looked down a little, “Well… ah… like, I’m still a total virgin in one of my holes…” she admitted as I watched her nipples start to poke out as they hardened.
I let out a chuckle and nodded, “Well, sounds like we have our stakes for today.” I replied.
She giggled and leaned in, grabbing my dick with her gloved hand, and sucking on my earlobe for a moment before breathly whispering into my ear, “God, I can’t wait for you to make a hole in one in my ass!”
