Three feet of cock- 2

He gulped. “Thanks?”

“Well, that’s everyone. So the guys need to meet three feet total to win. So if we want to win, we need to average…” Tristan began.

“Seven point two inches each,” Zoe finished.

“Right. That. Per guy.”

“What do you win?” Perrie asked.

Silence reigned. “Whoops… Uh, guys? Group huddle,” Tristan instructed. The other four circled around him. “So what do we want to win?”

“Do we really need to win anything?”

“Of course we do. What’s victory without spoils?”

“And a nubile maiden or two to bring home…”

“They’re already going to be measuring our…things. Isn’t that spoil enough?”

“Naw, we need something once-in-a-lifetime. This isn’t gonna happen again, and they think they’re going to win. We should get treated like kings. Let’s ask for maid service.”