“How about a little wager? First one with a woman on her knees gets first dibs on Mia’s maid of honor,” I suggest.
He laughs. “Dude, you know her best friend is gay, right?” He shrugs nonchalantly. “I’m game, though.”
“Shit. First dibs onallthe women at the wedding, then. And win or lose, we’ll at least enjoy the fruits of our labor.”
“It won’t beourlabor that’ll be working our cocks, unless you’re already giving up.”
“Shut up, man. Let’s go.”
“Game on. May the best man come quickly.” He winks as we clink our beers and finish them off to seal the deal before walking away in separate directions.
I’m headed downstairs, while Braden stays in the VIP section. It’s not rocket science to assume there are more options in the pits of hell than the upper crust, where women are generally looking forsomething in return. Bellying up to the bar, I order another drink while greeting the bartender on duty and asking about the night. Sounds like it’s a little slow after New Year’s, but only slightly, considering it’s still a weekend.
Drink in hand, I turn around, examining my options. Two groups of ladies stand out immediately, and I zone in to scrutinize each one. The younger ones could be trouble, making me wonder if we’re doing a good enough job checking for fakes—something I’ll need to investigate.
The other table has potential. Middle-aged, martinis in hand, and dressed slutty enough to imply they’re looking for attention. I’m about to make my way over when a woman sneaks beside me, regardless of the lack of space, and uses half my body as the bar itself to lean over, essentially pinning me in place. The first thing I notice is the ass that belongs to said body before slowly eyeing my way up the slim figure beside me. I finally make it to her face, and she’s smirking at my blatant perusal when I go wide-eyed with recognition.
“Hey, Eli,” Rebecca shouts in greeting, throwing her arms around me like we’re old friends, leaving me no choice but to reciprocate.
“Rebecca, good to see you.” We pull apart, and I turn sideways to give her space, but she doesn’t take it.
“You too. Are you here with Cici?”
It’s the absolute last question I want to hear but understandable since the last time we ran into each other, I told Rebecca we were dating. I remember Cici’s jealousy at the time and my reassurance in return. I’d had to convince her that I didn’t need a woman like Rebecca when I already had the woman I wanted. And now she’s fucking gone. Looks like I need Rebecca after all.
“No. She’s back in Bozeman. We were temporary. Unfortunately, all good things come to an end.” I down my drink and place the empty glass on the bar.
“Really. That’s too bad. You’re not seeing anyone, then?”
Do I take advantage of the situation and make a pass since she’s obviously fishing, or do I spare her and keep looking for a one-off? I’m not sure I can take advantage of someone I’ve already met, especially since she has a connection to Cici—probably not the best play.
“Rebecca, you seem like a nice girl. Way too nice for what I’m looking for tonight, so I’ll save you the trouble and walk away. Enjoy your evening.” I take one step before her hand is on my arm.
“Wait.” She tugs my arm. “What is it you’re looking for? I might be able to help you find it.”
This is interesting. As a wingman or a participant?
Might as well shock the shit out of her and give one last out. “I need a hot little number on her knees with my cock between her lips until she swallows every last drop. And it’s tied to a bet I’d like to win in the next five minutes, so if that’s something you’d like to assist me with, by all means…. Otherwise, I’ll be on my way since I’m pressed for time.” I raise my arm to look at my watch, exaggerating the motion. I’d rather her back off knowing what frame of mind I’m in rather than feign flattery and fuck her over. By her stunned expression, my crudeness did the trick.
Once again, I move to leave, only to be pulled back. “I’m game….” She pauses, but now I’m the one who’s speechless, unable to form a response before she continues. “On one condition.”
Ah… she’s looking for some two-way action. Plenty of women here would gladly perform with no expectations, and I’m certainly not in the frame of mind to please anyone else but myself tonight.
“Sorry, babe. I’m not in the reciprocating mood, and I’m betting there’s a willing party here tonight who’s okay with that.” I gesture toward the dance floor.
“You haven’t even heard my condition yet. Aren’t you curious?” she asks seductively.
“Curiosity killed the cat.”
She pouts, her lips giving me pause while I envision them on my cock. “But if the cat was happy andwell satisfied, wasn’t it worth it?”
My cock wakes up at the picture in my mind, giving her another few seconds. “I’m listening.”
“Dinner. I help win your bet, and you take me to dinner next week.”
What the fuck? My head jerks in surprise. “You’re offering to suck me off for a meal?”
She shrugs. “A date. I’ve been into you since the day you came into the office, and I’m a sexual woman. Time is ticking, though, so if you want to win, you better decide fast.” She smiles and taps her wrist, pulling the same move I made moments ago.
