The autumn wind howled across the links as Jack lined up his shot, eyes locked on the flag fluttering in the distance. Seventeen holes down, and now, on the precipice of victory, all that stood between him and glory was this final challenge.

“You've done well so far,” purred Valerie, squatting rakishly behind the flag pole, sans panties, her russet hair whipping about. “If you can get a hole-in-one here on eighteen, I'll let you play the nineteenth and twentieth holes. Maybe even the twenty-first.”

Jack swallowed hard, club trembling slightly. He'd heard tales of those mystifying holes - how most people choke on the nineteenth hole, how the twentieth was the best hole, but the twenty-first is pretty hard to get in… the ultimate test. But enticing Valerie, the club champion, had promised him a chance to sample them for himself. All he had to do was this.

He took a deep breath, stepped up, and swung with everything he had. Time seemed to slow as the ball soared onto the green grass...

For an agonizing moment, they watched it trace a perfect line. Then, with a satisfying thunk, it dropped right into the cup! Valerie clapped delightedly.

"I did it!" Jack whooped. "The nineteenth hole awaits!"

"Indeed it does," Valerie grinned, rising. "But watch out - they say it's a real throat-tightener. The twentieth though… indescribable. And don't even think about the twenty-first until you've mastered that."

Jack just grinned. He would conquer her. All of her. Valerie was his to win.

Then she pulled him close. "I think you've earned your reward, don't you?" She kissed him.