Chapter 337: Strip Basket
Under the single spotlight of Hangar 47, a large circle of white light lit up the center of the court. The rest of the Blacklist gym was completely dark, giving Jinzo more chances to see what was happening.
Nash and Jaz stood facing each other, greeting one another and talking briefly in a relaxed way, like a couple used to spending time together. Jaz was wearing her official Blacklist uniform. Jinzo couldn’t clearly hear what they were saying, but from time to time Jaz bounced on her feet and turned, her huge breasts moving with every motion. Nash, as usual, stayed completely relaxed, friendly and calm.
Jaz started walking slowly around Nash, teasing him.
"A private session at this hour, Nash? You’re really abusing your power as captain... but I have to admit, I love it." She stopped in front of him and tilted her head. "We’re really alone? No staff around?"
Nash spun the ball on his index finger.
"Yep. Just us. No one is gonna interrupt what’s going to happen."
Jaz grinned wider, a little turned on by the way he phrased it.
"Alright, let’s get to the serious part," Nash said, catching the ball with both hands. "It’s exactly like I wrote in my message. I prepared a challenge to test you. We’re going to play a game on one basket, a real one-on-one."
Jaz’s face lit up. She looked happy and a bit proud, thinking Nash just wanted to train her personally.
"A private one-on-one with you? Hell yeah, I’m down," she said, bouncing once on her toes. "I’ve been wanting extra work anyway."
Nash’s eyes narrowed slightly.
"But with one very special condition," he added. "Every time someone scores, the other person has to take off one piece of clothing."
Jaz stopped breathing for a second. Her golden eyes went wide with surprise. For a moment she looked confused. Her cheeks grew warm under her brown skin. Then the surprise quickly turned into massive excitement. As a big pervert who was deeply in love with him, she was completely crazy about this challenge. She was sure this little game was going to lead to something amazing.
She started bouncing on her feet again, almost putting her hands together like she wanted to beg him to start right away. She licked her full lips and laughed with pure joy.
"You want to see me naked on the court, Nash?" she said, her voice full of heat and happiness. "Aww, you just had to ask, you know me. But fine... if you want it the hard way... hehe..." She pointed at him with a big, greedy smile. "Get ready to lose your underwear. I’m gonna press you like never before."
While Jaz was celebrating her excitement in the middle of the court, Jinzo crawled slowly across the cold concrete. His stomach was tight with strong paranoia and terrible anxiety.
Now that he had gotten a little closer, he understood the situation better, and oh boy, it was bad. He knew there was something about nudity and that a perverted game was starting. Blood rushed to his head, his throat tightened with rage as he stared at his ex-girlfriend, ready to put on a show for the man he hated the most in the world.
The duel started without waiting any longer. Nash and Jaz got into position, eyes locked on each other. Nash began bouncing the ball, then launched the attack. At the beginning, the match stayed in a perfect stalemate. The score remained stuck at 0-0 for a few minutes.
Jaz, with her 192 centimeters and her power, blocked every angle with impressive aggression. Every time Nash tried to get past her on the left, she forced a physical clash, her massive chest and wide hips acting like a wall.
Nash backed up, switched hands, tried a jump shot, but Jaz jumped higher, brushing the ball with her fingertips to kill the attempt. It was a series of intense duels, a tight one-on-one where neither of them wanted to give up a single centimeter.
Nash grabbed the ball after yet another rebound, a small smile stretching across his lips. He stepped back behind the baseline, bounced the ball twice and looked at his partner.
"Good... very good. Someone’s improved a lot... alright, now let’s see how you handle this..."
Nash decided to bring out the big guns. He completely changed the rhythm and attacked the central axis at full speed, charging straight at her. Jaz bent her knees, ready to take the contact and follow the movement. But at the very last moment, Nash executed an incredibly violent body fake to the left.
"W-what?" Jaz let out a gasp, realizing too late that her entire upper body had been pulled by the fake. In the same motion, while the giantess was desperately trying to recover, Nash snapped the ball hard between her legs while she was still in the air. He spun a full 360 degrees with unbelievable fluidity around her wide hips, caught the ball right behind her back before she even had time to close her thick thighs, and finished the play with a clean lay-up.
Nash 1-0 Jaz
The net shook. Jaz stopped dead, hands on her hips, breathing hard and eyes wide open, completely blown away by what she had just suffered.
"Wow... Nash, what the hell was that psycho move?" she murmured.
Nash caught the ball in mid-air with a provocative smile and walked up to her, rolling the leather between his hands.
"That’s street, Jaz. And if I’m not mistaken, a basket was scored. You remember our little challenge?"
Jaz let out a small groan, her cheeks suddenly getting very hot. A bit intimidated, she shyly brought her hands to the bottom of her Blacklist jersey to start taking it off. But Nash stopped her with a hand gesture.
"Wait, you can start with something simpler. That bracelet on your wrist, for example. That’ll do for this time."
Jaz frowned and protested immediately, clearly feeling mocked.
"Hey! That’s cheating! Are you messing with me? You just want to waste time!"
Nash took a step toward her, and Jaz was surprised to have to look up to see his face. He was... huge. Like, yeah, he was always huge, but this time, he looked even bigger. Did he grow up again?
"Not at all," Nash murmured. "I’m not messing with you. It’s just that with some things, I like to take all my time to enjoy them... and I promise you that by the end of the night, every single piece is coming off."
Those words hit her like an electric shock. Intense waves of heat flooded her amazon body instantly. Her temperature shot up, and she felt the beast sleeping deep inside her wake up with a jolt. Without another word, she gently removed her plastic bracelet and threw it on the floor. She took a deep breath, letting out hot puffs of air through her mouth.
"OK... OK, let’s go again," she said, her voice already a bit raspier.
A new series of actions started. The stalemate returned for a moment, Jaz doubling her efforts not to get tricked again, blocking Nash with her hips and imposing stature. But Nash knew exactly how to break her focus. On the next play, he stepped forward and deliberately threw the ball far ahead of him with one hand, faking a complete loss of control.
Jaz, thinking she had an easy steal, threw herself forward with her full body. That was the trap. With an ultra-fast movement, Nash snapped the ball back toward himself using the fold of his elbow.
"What the...?" Jaz exclaimed, surprised.
Her feet slid heavily on the polished floor. She completely lost her balance for a fraction of a second, her long legs almost tangling, while Nash went around her laughing and calmly rose up for the second point.
Nash 2-0 Jaz
Just like the previous sequence, Jaz had to face the consequences of the Strip-Breakball. This time she had to remove another piece of clothing, her jersey.
She grabbed the bottom of the tight black-and-silver fabric and pulled it up slowly. The material stretched hard over her chest before finally coming off. The moment it left her body, her monumental I-cup breasts bounced free, barely contained by a black sports bra that was already fighting a losing battle.
The heavy, round masses of flesh swayed with the movement, the deep cleavage shiny with sweat under the spotlight.
She looked visibly annoyed and ultra-determined after getting beaten twice in a row. Nash walked closer, bouncing the ball with a crooked smile.
"I don’t get it. If you’re that annoyed, why are you wearing that big perverted smile on your face?"
And he was right. Jaz had a very strange look. Her golden eyes were starting to glaze over and dilate, locking onto Nash with an almost unhealthy intensity, completely consumed by the excitement of the game and the situation. Her full lips stretched into a blissful, open smile, letting out a breathless sigh and a thin string of saliva that completely betrayed her mental state.
"You’re imagining things, Nash... Just come at me, I’m gonna squeeze you so hard you won’t be able to breathe," she answered in a trembling voice, while her amazon body twisted slightly in place, muscles tense with arousal.
Nash smiled, eyes shining.
"I’m curious to see the detonation of this little time bomb."
Suddenly, just as he was about to throw the ball back in, the glowing neon-blue System interface lit up right in front of his eyes, cutting off his thoughts.
[SPECIAL QUEST: FREESTYLE]
Objective: Perform 30 advanced dribbles and flashy street tricks before the session ends.
Progress: 2 / 30
Reward: Unlock Skill: TRICKMASTER (Allows the user to perform perfect, confusing tricks that break the opponent’s focus).
Nash stayed completely speechless for a moment, eyes wide with surprise at the floating screen. Then serious interest and massive joy flooded him.
He started celebrating inside, a demon’s smile forming on his face. This was an absolute banger. He told himself he should spend his whole life just doing this, creating stupid challenges instead of classic, boring training sessions.
When Blacklist and Baby-Boom would finally merged, he was going to have so much fun with this kind of challenge.
Nash bounced the ball slowly between his legs, eyes locked on Jaz. In his head, though, his attention was fixed on the shadows of the stands.
Perfect. This quest is perfect... for what I’m about to do. Now... open your eyes wide, you fucking rat.
He attacked.
A sharp hesitation dribble, a quick crossover that forced Jaz to shift her weight, then a tight between-the-legs move that made her take a step back.
She stayed in front of him, using her size and power, but Nash kept pushing. He drove hard into the low post, shoulder low, and slammed his entire body against hers.
Jaz’s enormous breasts crushed against his back. The hot, heavy, damp flesh flattened under the pressure of the contact, the heat of her skin burning through the fabric. Nash didn’t bounce away, no way he would leave such comfort. He stopped dead and used all his strength to pin her in place.
He had her exactly where he wanted her, time for phase 2.
One of his large hands slid under the waistband of her shorts and sports panties at the same time. His fingers sank deep into the thick, soft meat of her ass, spreading one cheek, then pushed lower without the slightest hesitation. Two fingers found her already soaked entrance and sank inside her in one slow, firm thrust while their bodies stayed locked together in the middle of the play.
Jaz’s entire body went rigid.
"Nnngh... oooahhrr...!"
A long, raw, almost animal moan tore out of her throat and echoed through the empty hangar, bouncing off the metal walls, scaring Jinzo.
Jaz’s thick thighs began to tremble around Nash’s hand, but she... she didn’t pull away. Not even a little. She stayed planted there, breathing in short, broken gasps, eyes half-closed.
She had already been right on the edge of erotic fever for a while, but this sudden, brutal penetration in the middle of the play finally pushed her over.
Her pussy clenched hard around Nash’s fingers, burning and dripping. The wet, filthy sound of his knuckles moving inside her was clearly audible under the spotlight.
Nash smiled against her ear.
"That’s a new way to play defense," he murmured.
Then he slowly pulled his fingers out.
Jaz let out a shaky, broken gasp as they left her body, a soft, wet sound following the movement. A thin string of her own wetness briefly connected his fingers to her before breaking.
He stepped around her and calmly laid the ball into the basket.
Nash 3 – 0 Jaz
Jaz stayed still for a second, her heavy chest rising and falling hard. Hot puffs of air left her mouth in visible steam under the light. Her face was deep red, eyelids half-lowered, every breath coming out almost like a soft moan.
Without a word, she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her shorts and pushed them down.
The tight black fabric slid slowly over the thick curve of her hips and the heavy roundness of her ass. As the shorts dropped, her powerful thighs came into full view, shiny with sweat.
Her black sports panties were already darkened and soaked between her legs, clinging tightly to her pussy lips, with a thin trail of wetness running down the inside of one thigh.
She stepped out of the shorts one foot at a time and kicked them aside. Her legs stayed slightly apart. The dark wet stain on the fabric was perfectly visible under the spotlight.
Nash let out a low whistle, eyes fixed on those thick, glistening thighs and the way the soaked material clung to her.
Then, without breaking eye contact, he slowly brought the two fingers that had just been inside her up to his mouth. He dragged his tongue along them in a long lick, tasting her openly.
Jaz watched every movement, a soft, shaky breath leaving her lips as she stared at him tasting her.
"It’s not very fair... if I’m the only one ending up naked," she said, voice rough.
Nash smiled, spinning the ball between his hands.
"I just showed you a new technique."
Something dark lit up in Jaz’s golden eyes. The last bit of restraint snapped.
She slowly dragged her tongue across her lips and murmured, almost smiling:
"Oh yeah...?"