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So, I’m sitting there in P.E. class, watching Coach discuss some weird flexing-your-abs-while-people-stand-on-you thing. He’s rambling on about core strength, balance, all that.

I lean over to grab my water bottle and say to myself, “I could do that no problem.” Didn’t think anyone heard me, but of course, two girls sitting nearby—Megan and Lisa, I think—totally catch it.

Megan raises an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? You think you could handle that?”

“Definitely,” I shrug. “I’ve got this.”

Lisa smirks and nudges Megan. “Wanna bet on it?”

I laugh. “Bet on what?”

“Fifty bucks,” Megan says. “You lay down, and we see if we can make you tap out.”

I blink. “You’re serious?”

“Dead serious,” Lisa chimes in. “You up for it?”

“Why not?” I grin, feeling way too confident. I mean, how hard can it be? “When?”

“After class,” Megan says, pulling out her phone. “We’ll text you our dorm number.”

Class wraps up, and I find myself heading over to their dorm. It’s a little surreal, but whatever, fifty bucks is fifty bucks. I knock, and Lisa opens the door.

“Come on in,” she says with a grin.

Megan’s already sitting on the couch, flipping through her phone. She looks up and smiles. “You ready?”

“Always,” I say, trying to play it cool.

“Alright,” Lisa says, glancing around. “Where do you wanna do this? Couch, bed, floor?”

“Floor’s fine,” I say, kicking off my shoes and lying down on the carpet. “Let’s get this started.”

Megan and Lisa exchange a look. Suddenly, they both seem… hesitant. Megan bites her lip. “You sure about this? We might hurt you.”

“Yeah,” Lisa adds, “We don’t want to, like, crush you or anything. You can still back out if you want.”

I chuckle, waving it off. “I’ll be fine. I’m tougher than I look.”

They exchange glances again, and Megan shrugs. “Alright, if you say so.” She steps forward first, clearly a bit nervous. “I’ll go first then.”

I lie back, crossing my arms behind my head. Megan carefully steps onto my stomach, her weight pressing down, but it’s not bad. “How’s that feel?” she asks, looking down at me.

“Not bad,” I say, grinning up at her. “You’re not that heavy.”

“Not heavy?” she laughs. “Dude, I’m literally standing on you.”

Lisa watches, still looking unsure. “Is he alright? You’re not crushing him?”

“He says he’s fine,” Megan says, glancing at Lisa. “You good?”

“Yep,” I say, keeping my voice steady. “I got this.”

Megan shifts her weight a bit, trying to gauge my reaction. “You sure? I can stop if you want.”

“Seriously, I’m fine,” I insist. “I’ve got abs of steel.”

Lisa giggles. “Okay, I’m next. You still holding up?”

“Bring it on,” I say, still feeling cocky.

They exchange one last glance before Lisa steps up, joining Megan. Now, I’m definitely feeling it. Two sets of feet pressing down on my stomach is a whole different ball game, but I clench my abs and try to keep my breathing steady.

“How about now?” Lisa asks, a grin on her face. “Crushing you yet?”

“Nah, I’ve got this,” I say, but there’s a bit more strain in my voice now.

Megan raises an eyebrow. “Really? You’re not tapping out?”

“Not yet,” I say through gritted teeth, trying to keep my cool.

They both start to laugh, clearly enjoying this more than they should. “Okay, let’s see how long you last,” Lisa says, shifting her weight a bit.

And that’s when I start to second-guess everything.

Megan and Lisa start moving around a little, testing the waters. Each step gets heavier, and I feel my abs really starting to burn. They’re getting more comfortable now, and I can tell they’re enjoying themselves a little too much.

“How’s that?” Megan asks, stepping harder, her foot pressing right into my ribs.

I grit my teeth. “Still good,” I manage to say, even though my body’s telling me otherwise.

Lisa smirks. “He’s tougher than I thought.” She shifts her weight, her foot digging in more than before.

The pressure’s getting intense now. I try to focus on keeping my core tight, but they keep moving, stepping with more confidence, harder each time. Megan even takes a little hop at one point, and that’s when I know I’m done.

“Alright, alright—tap!” I say, raising my hand in surrender.

They both burst out laughing as they step off. Megan nudges Lisa with her elbow. “Told you he wouldn’t last.”

“Guess we win,” Lisa grins, holding out her hand.

I pull myself up, trying not to look too defeated, and hand over the $50. “Fine, you got me.”

They’re still laughing as they take the money, but there’s no way I’m leaving it like that. My pride won’t let me. “You know what? Let’s do this again.”

They both stop, looking at me like I’m crazy.

“You wanna go again?” Megan asks, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah,” I say, getting up and stretching a little. “Double or nothing. If I don’t tap out, I get my money back. But if I do, you get another fifty.”

Lisa glances at Megan, and they both exchange a look. Then Lisa smirks. “So, let me get this straight—you’re willing to pay us just to step on you again?”

“That’s right,” I say, determined now. “What do you say?”

Megan laughs, shaking her head. “Getting paid to step on a guy, huh? Sounds like a pretty sweet deal.”

Lisa snickers. “I’m in if you are.”

“Let’s do it,” Megan says, pocketing the fifty. “But don’t expect us to go easy on you this time.”

They’re already moving into position as I lie back down. This time, I’m bracing myself. No way am I tapping out twice. Not after this.

Lying back down on the floor, I feel more confident this time. “I know what’s coming now,” I say, taking a deep breath. “This’ll be easier.”

Megan grins as she steps up first, her feet pressing into my stomach again. But before Lisa can join her, she holds back with a mocking smile. “I’ll wait a bit, give you a chance.”

“How generous,” I reply, forcing a grin as Megan shifts her weight onto me. I’m trying to hold steady, clenching my core, but she’s putting more pressure on this time, clearly not holding back.

After a few minutes, Lisa steps up, and the pressure from both of them is definitely more than before. I’m gritting my teeth, but I’m not tapping out again. No way.

“So, where can we step?” one of them asks with a sly smile, testing how far they can push it.

“Anything above my hips,” I say, not really thinking it through. I realize my mistake almost immediately as Megan raises an eyebrow and looks down at me.

“Oh, really?” she says, and I can feel her shifting her weight a little more.

The two girls exchange a glance. After a few more moments, I can tell they’re getting nervous. They’re clearly starting to think they might lose, and they don’t like that. Desperation is setting in.

“Well,” Lisa says, grinning wickedly, “you said anything above your hips, right? So… your face is fair game.”

My stomach drops, and I look up at them, suddenly nervous. They both laugh, clearly enjoying this new development.

“So… who’s gonna do it?” Megan asks, looking at Lisa with a smirk.

Lisa shrugs. “Be my guest.”

Megan hops off for a moment, and I exhale in relief—too soon. “Hold on,” she says, heading over to her closet, “I’ve got something better.”

She comes back holding an old, worn-out pair of ankle socks. “These have seen a couple of days. Trust me, they’ll knock you out.”

Before I can even respond, she steps back onto me, but this time, it’s different. One foot goes right on my mouth, and the other on my forehead. I can’t talk, can barely breathe, but I’m still determined to win my money back.

“You good down there?” Megan teases, wriggling her toes slightly, making it even harder for me to respond. “Bet it smells nice, huh?”

Lisa bursts out laughing as Megan presses down more, and I’m trying everything I can to hold on. It’s brutal, but I’m not giving up yet.

Not until I get that fifty bucks back.

Megan’s standing on my face now, her weight pressing down hard. I can feel the pressure building, my teeth grinding together as she starts to bounce lightly. Each bounce sends a shock through my skull, and it feels like my teeth are about to shatter.

I try to hold on, clenching my fists, but I can’t take it anymore. I tap out, slapping the floor in surrender.

Megan steps off, and both girls burst out laughing, jumping around like they’ve just won some kind of competition. “Told you!” Megan teases, her face lit up with excitement. “You always tap!”

Lisa joins in, dancing around me, mockingly bowing and laughing. “Two in a row, man! Fifty more bucks, please.”

I groan, sitting up and pulling out another fifty from my pocket, handing it over reluctantly. They’re loving every second of it, and I’m down a hundred bucks now, but my stubbornness kicks in.

“I’m not done,” I say, breathing heavily. “Let’s go again.”

They stop dancing and look at me like I’ve completely lost it. Megan laughs. “You’re serious?”

“Dead serious,” I say, standing up, my pride still bruised. “I want my money back.”

Lisa shakes her head, grinning. “Dude, you’re just gonna tap again.”

“Maybe,” I admit, “but maybe not.”

They exchange a glance, clearly amused by how desperate I’ve gotten. “Alright,” Megan says, crossing her arms. “But you know how this ends, right? You’ll always tap.”

“We’ll see about that,” I say, lying back down. I’m not giving up. Not yet.

Lisa steps up onto me this time, clearly feeling more confident. “You know, this is getting easier every time,” she says, balancing herself and pressing down hard on my stomach. I’m doing my best to hold my core tight, but the pressure is intense.

She’s enjoying herself, talking about how easy it is to win money off me, and how it could go further. I’m gritting my teeth, trying not to think about how much money I’ve already lost.

Megan, not wanting to miss out on the fun, saunters over and places her foot right on my face, her weight shifting onto my forehead. “Just because I can,” she smirks, looking down at me with that same cocky grin she’s had the whole time.

The pressure from both of them is unbearable. I can barely breathe, and with Megan’s foot pressing into my face, it feels even worse. “He’s about to hand us another fifty,” she says, her foot rubbing against my nose, her voice dripping with amusement.

I can feel the strain in my body as they both stand there, knowing they have the upper hand. But I’m holding on, desperate not to tap out again.

Megan’s foot is still on my face, and I’m doing everything I can to stay composed. But then she glances over at Lisa, her voice dripping with impatience. “Should I just step on his face and get this over with? Get the money already?”

Lisa smirks and shakes her head. “Nah, let’s drag this out. Might as well enjoy it, right?”

Megan chuckles, clearly pleased with Lisa’s response. She shifts her foot, pressing down harder on my face for a moment, making my head pound. “Are there any rules to this game besides not stepping below your waist?” she asks.

I manage to respond through gritted teeth. “No, no other rules.”

Her weight presses down even harder for a second, just enough to make me wince, and then she lifts her foot completely, walking away. I can feel my heart racing, wondering what she’s up to now. The way she casually walked off makes me uneasy, and I’m bracing myself for whatever she’s planning next.

She comes back, and I see what’s in her hands—her Ugg boots. My stomach drops as she stands over me, a smug smile on her face. “Oops,” she says, dropping them right onto my face, the heavy boots landing squarely on my nose. She plays it off like it was an accident, but I know better.

“Sorry about that,” she says, clearly enjoying every second of it as she picks the boots back up. Then, with a playful grin, she slips them on, making sure I know exactly what’s coming next.

I’m staring up at her, feeling nervous as ever. Whatever’s about to happen, I know she’s not going easy on me this time.