The space around the ball return in the lane nearest to them was suddenly filled with the three prettiest, most popular cheerleaders: Robin, Katie Taylor -- known as Kat -- and Mandy, who was Rick's personal favorite. They were dressed in a variety of jeans, tops, and tennis shoes, and fell silent in shock at finding themselves standing in an empty bowling alley.
"What the fuck?" Robin looked around in angry amazement.
"Wh- where are we?" Mandy looked scared. "This is impossible!"
"Obviously not." Kat observed.
"Hello, girls." Jim stepped forward. "Nice to see-"
"Aren't you Jim McNutt?" Robin demanded. "What the hell is going on here; you'd better-"
"Be quiet, Robin." Jim spoke calmly and Robin fell silent, her face a raging storm of anger and frustration.
"You can't do this to us!" Mandy cried.
"I think it's clear they can." Kat corrected. "So, what gives? How'd you do this?" She addressed Jim.
"That's not important. What matters is that you're all here, and you can't leave, so get used to it."
Robin turned and took a step toward the door, then froze, her feet stuck to the floor. She glared at Jim furiously.
"My feet won't move!" Mandy whined, jerking her legs futilely.
Jim assumed a gleefully authoritative air. "You've all heard of the fad for bikini bowling?"
The girls tried to protest but couldn't speak. Jim gave a little twitch to the wand he kept hidden behind his back, and the girls all jerked as their tennis shoes were replaced by open-topped bowling shoes with spike heels. Their concern over that was cut short by a sudden chill as their clothes vanished and were replaced by thong panties and skimpy string bikini tops in tacky colors, each with her name embroidered across the left cup.
"Now, we're going to play a game called 'bowling for inches'," Jim explained to the terrified girls, "if you promise to calm down and stay quiet, I'll release you and explain the rules."
The girls nodded with varying degrees of resignation, curiosity, and anger, and suddenly could move and speak again. All remained in sullen silence though, after feeling their throats start to go numb as they began berating Jim.
"It works like this: you'll bowl ten frames, and for each pin you leave standing, you'll get one 'inch'. At the end of the game, you'll have to decide where you want those inches added to your body. Bust, ass, legs, waist, height -- heck, neck or arms if you want." Jim shrugged, "It's up to you. No hair though!" He cut off Robin and erased the triumphant look from her face.
Kat pondered for a minute, then got a look similar to the one Robin had just lost. Jim waggled his finger scoldingly at her. "I know what you're thinking, Katie, but no. Adding to your height won't get you just the cube-root of the total. You'll expand in proportion to the added height."
"I don't get it." Mandy whined.
"Never mind." Kat groused. "You're an asshole, Jim."
"So says the bitch." Jim retorted. "Okay? Choose your balls, the game is on."
"But I can't bowl in these." Robin lifted one foot and waved at the blue, red, and tan pump with fat white laces across the toe, and a 4-inch heel. "I'll break my leg."
"I can't bowl at all." Mandy protested. "It's not fair."
"Welcome to my world, girls, where life isn't fair." Jim lost all traces of humor and assumed the air of an agent of righteous vengeance.
"I can't believe this is happening." Robin huffed to Kat as they searched for balls the right weight. "I am not bowling in a bikini and heels for the jollies of that fat dweeb."
"It doesn't look like we have any choice right now." Kat sighed. "I wonder how he's doing it."
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