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The Bet


I knew from the first time I saw Tom that I wanted him.  He was tall and 
blond with big brown eyes like melted chocolate.  His T-shirt clung just 
enough to show he had a great body and when I sneaked a look at his 
crotch his jeans seemed more than adequately filled.  I caught his eye 
and walked over to him, swinging my hips as sexily as I could.  Someone 
made vague introductions and I held out my hand.  As he shook it I took 
a deep breath to enhance my cleavage and ran the tip of my tongue 
provocatively over my lips.

'I'm Petrina.'  I said, leaning towards him.  'I don't think we've met 
before.'

'I know we haven't.' he replied, smiling at me.  'I'm sure I would have 
remembered you.'  I laughed appreciatively and felt his eyes run over my 
body.  When he looked back into my eyes I could almost see the sparks 
flying.  Then just as things were going so well Jane came up.  I was at 
school with Jane and I didn't like her at all.  She's one of those girls 
who gush all over you to your face and bitch about you behind your back.  
She slipped her hand possessively through Tom's and looked suspiciously 
at me.

'Hi Petrina, how lovely to see you,' she said.  'Have you met my 
boyfriend Tom.'

'Oh yes,' I answered sweetly.  I placed my hand on Tom's arm and brushed 
my lips gently across his cheek.  'Bye Tom.'  I said and sashayed away.  
It was a shame but I wasn't going to hang around watching Jane drip all 
over him.

A few nights later I was at a girl's night in with some of my mates.  Of 
course we spent most of the time drinking and talking about men.  My 
best friend Tara is a great laugh but useless when it comes to men.  If 
one as much as smiles at her she goes bright red and runs in the 
opposite direction.

'It's just a matter of attitude,' I told her, slightly slurring my words 
due to the drink.  'If you act sexy and confident you can get any man 
you want.'

'Come off it, 'Trina.'  Tara protested.  'It's not that easy.'

'Course it is.'  I proclaimed with the blind confidence only the drunken 
have.  'I bet you I can have any man I want.'

'Really?'  asked Sarah, another girl I don't like.  She thinks she's 
prettier than she is and she as jealous as hell of me because I get all 
the men she wants.  'I'll take that bet.'

'What?'  I asked, slightly confused by the turn of the conversation

 'I bet you can't get any man you want.  I get to choose the man 
though.'

'Are you for real?'  I queried.  After all even for Sarah it was a bit 
weird behaviour.

'Yep.'  she answered.  'I'll bet a hundred pounds.'

'Make it five and I'll take the bet,' I said flippantly.

'Done!'  the crazy woman said.  I blinked at her in disbelief.  She had 
to be insane, but five hundred pounds isn't to be sneezed at.

'It has to be someone I want,' I stipulated cautiously.  'Not some gross 
guy you drag out of no where.  And no one else is to know that it's a 
bet, especially not the man.'

'Ok, I pick Tom.  You were telling us earlier that you fancied him.  
He'll be at that fancy dress party Dave's having this weekend.  You get 
him into bed and you win five hundred pounds.'

'What if she looses?'  Tara asked, bless her.  I was dying to know but I 
didn't want to look less than confident.

'She has to stand on a table in the middle of the pub every Saturday 
night for a month, just before closing time, and say 'I'm a desperate 
ugly slag who'll fuck anything in trousers only no one fancies me' 
Naked.'  Sarah sat back looking pleased with herself.

'But don't you usually do that.  Oh no, silly me, it's Friday night you 
get up and say that.'  I said and the rest of the girls laughed.

'Yeah, very funny,' Sarah snarled.  'Now let's get this in writing.  I 
don't want you trying to back out in the morning claiming you were too 
drunk to know what you were doing.'  

Sarah may be annoying but she was right about one thing.  When I woke up 
the next afternoon and saw the bet written out in ink I did think I must 
have been too drunk to know what I was doing.  Still I wasn't going to 
give Sarah the satisfaction of me begging to cancel the bet.  I would 
just have to do the best I could.  There were two things in my favour.  
I knew Tom found me attractive, I could tell by the way that he had 
looked at me.  He would have been going out with Jane for three weeks by 
Saturday night.  It was long enough for the novelty to have worn off and 
the true horrors of her personality to manifest themselves.

I had to have a costume that brazenly said 'fuck me'.  After some 
searching I found something that would do the trick.  There were still a 
couple of days to go until the party.  As the party got closer my nerves 
were stretched to breaking point.  I lay awake at night thinking up new 
ways to seduce Tom and when I eventually fell asleep I had nightmares 
where I lost the bet and had to humiliate myself in front of everyone.  
I didn't know whether to be relieved or petrified when the party night 
finally arrived.

I took my time getting ready.  I had a long bath with plenty of oils in 
the water.  I carefully removed every strand of excess body hair.  I 
smoothed scented cream over my entire body and was generous with the 
matching body spray.  The last thing I wanted was to put him off with 
repulsive body odour.  There was a time and place to get hot and sweaty 
and the start of an evening wasn't that time.  I piled my hair on top of 
my head with plenty of escaping wisps to curl on my neck.  I didn't 
overdo the make-up but used just enough to emphasise my blue eyes and 
full mouth.  Finally all I had to do was get dressed.

First I pulled on a lacy black g-string.  It was so flimsy it was almost 
transparent.  Next I added black stockings.  I'd chosen hold ups as I 
hated messing with suspender belts and I'd yet to meet a man who could 
successfully remove one.  Then I put on the black dress.  It was a thin 
silky material that felt wonderful as it glided down over my body.  The 
neck was scooped out low with loose elastic.  It hugged my body tightly 
to my hips, then flared out into a short skirt that didn't quite cover 
my stocking tops.  On top of it I put a black leather bodice.  It laced 
up in front and acted like a corset, pushing my breasts high.  I'm too 
big busted to not wear a bra when I'm going to be dancing.  The bodice 
gave me a great cleavage and pushed my breasts up so that the neckline 
of the dress was only an inch or so above my nipples.  High black heels, 
a tiny white apron and a feather duster were the final touches.  I 
didn't look like any maid that would be hired by a respectable hotel but 
I did look like the kind of maid men fantasised about. 

I paraded in front of my mirror to see if I had achieved the effect that 
I'd hoped for. The black made my skin look creamier and provided a nice 
contrast to my dark red hair.  When I twirled around the skirt flared 
out showing teasing glimpses of my hips.  I practised bending over and 
couldn't decide which angle gave the best view.  From behind my skirt 
rode up exposing the curves of my bottom.  The black strip of the 
g-string led the eye down between my legs.  My pussy lips were clearly 
outlined under the lacy material.  From the front my top gaped open and 
my breasts swung into view, the nipples clearly visible.  Satisfied I 
looked as sexy as I could manage I waited for Tara to pick me up.

By the time we arrived the party was in full swing.  If I had any doubts 
about my appearance the male reactions soon dispelled them.  I was 
bombarded with appreciative looks, groping hands and intimate 
suggestions.  Thoroughly enjoying myself I almost forgot why I had 
dressed so brazenly.  Then while Dave was pouring me a drink Tom came up 
with Jane attached like a limpet to his arm.

'Do you all know each other?'  Dave asked in his usual amiable fashion.  
'Petrina, this is Tom, his girlfriend Jane and his flatmate Nick.'

'Petrina and I have met briefly.'  Tom said, smiling as his eyes took in 
my costume.  He had come as a pirate, his open shirt giving me a glimpse 
of chest hair.  Jane seemed to be covered in something pink and fluffy 
but what she was supposed to be I never bothered finding out.  Nick was 
wearing a Zorro costume.  He wasn't as well built as Tom, tending 
towards the long lean look, but he was attractive enough.  His mask gave 
him a mysterious look and emphasised his bright blue eyes.  He was busy 
giving me the once over, his eyes not missing an inch.

'Oh good,' Dave said.  'Petrina was my girlfriend before we met so I 
wasn't sure if you knew each other.  It's a small world, isn't it.'

'You seem on remarkable good terms for ex-partners,' Nick observed.  
Dave laughed good-naturedly.

'Oh we're still good friends.  No boiling family pets for us.  We just 
found that apart from sex there wasn't much else we actually liked doing 
together.  And no matter how great the sex is you can't spend your whole 
life in bed.'

'The sex was great, was it?'  Tom asked, his eyes repeating their 
examination of my body.

'Best I've ever had, that's for sure,' Dave answered.  I gave Tom my 
sexiest smile, pleased with Dave's artless remarks.  As the evening wore 
on I tried my best to stay in Tom's vicinity.  Nick unwittingly helped 
me by asking me to dance several times.  I could feel Tom's eyes on me 
almost constantly.  I took every opportunity available to flaunt my 
charms for his benefit.  I several times bent over and when I danced 
with Nick I pressed close to his body, making no objection when his 
hands found their way onto the bare skin of my bottom.  

Jane had been sticking to Tom like a barnacle all evening but at last I 
saw her heading for the toilet queue.  Seizing the chance I sashayed 
over to Tom and asked him to dance.  He didn't need a second invitation 
and eagerly followed me.  The number of couples packed into the small 
dance area was excuse enough for me to press my body close against the 
length of his.  His leg slipped between mine and we swayed to the music, 
our hips moving together.  He slid his hands up the backs of my thighs 
and onto the exposed skin of my bottom.  He cupped my cheeks firmly, 
pulling me tighter against him.  I could feel the unmistakable bulge of 
his aroused cock throbbing against me.  I wriggled encouragingly against 
it and heard him give a muffled groan.  He buried his face in my neck 
his warm breath stirring the short hairs and creating a current of 
arousal.  All too soon the song ended and the couples around us 
dispersed.  With a reluctant sigh he released me.  Before he had chance 
to say anything Jane appeared at his elbow stabbing me with a suspicious 
glare.

'Let's go home, Tom,' she commanded.  'I've had enough.'  Horrified I 
saw Tom give me a regretful smile and turn to follow her.  Desperation 
wiped my mind blank and I stood there speechless watching Tom walk away 
and take my chance of winning the bet with him.  A touch on my elbow 
roused me from my stupor and I turned to see Nick smiling down at me, 
his eyes glinting through the mask.

'Looks like I'm leaving,' he told me.  'We shared a car here.  It's been 
a pleasure meeting you.'  At his words my mind started working again.  
Visions of the humiliation I would have to endure at Sarah's hands 
flashed through my mind and I knew I couldn't just give up.  I gave Nick 
my most seductive smile.

'Do you have to leave me?'  I asked, pouting.  'You've been the best 
partner I've had all evening.'  I could see the thoughts churning 
through his head and hoped I hadn't made my hint for an invitation too 
subtle.

'Would you like to come back to the flat?'  he asked.  'We could 
experiment with some different kinds of partnerships.'

'I'd love to,' I answered enthusiastically.  I tucked my hand into his 
and followed him out to the car.  The evening wasn't over yet and if I 
was under the same roof as Tom I still had a chance to win the bet.  Tom 
was driving so I climbed in the back with Nick.  I could see Tom 
watching me in the mirror so I gave Nick all the encouragement I could.  

My hand roamed over his crotch in search of his cock until he guided it 
to the growing bulge.  I leant in for a passionate kiss as he pushed my 
top down to uncover my breasts.  As he began stroking my nipples I 
moaned loudly and opened my mouth for his tongue.  Out of the corner of 
my eye I could see Tom's gaze riveted to the mirror and arched my back 
to give him a better view of my breasts.  Nick was doing a good job with 
my nipples and when he lowered his head and began sucking them I didn't 
have to fake the groan of delight.  I squirmed as he tugged on my hard 
nipple, grazing it against his teeth.  I gave him all the vocal 
encouragement I could and pressed as much of my breast as I could into 
his warm wet mouth.  I've always had extremely sensitive breasts and 
Nick had obviously had some experience as he handled them like an 
expert.  While his mouth was busy with one nipple his fingers stroked 
and tugged the other nipple to keep both of them tingling with arousal.  

I didn't realise the car had stopped until I felt the cold draught from 
the door.  Tom tilted his seat forward to let me out.  I pulled my top 
partly back up but as I leant forward it dropped down again.  I 
pretended not to notice and let Tom get a good look.  Jane doesn't have 
particularly big breasts and I had a feeling that Tom liked them large.  
Mine are already generous and with the bodice pushing them up they 
looked even bigger.  My nipples were hard from Nick's attentions and the 
cold air.

As I shifted forward on the seat my skirt rode up and managed to 
distract Tom's gaze. His eyes fixed on the exposed skin above my 
stockings.  As I climbed out of the car I spread my legs as wide as 
possible, giving Tom a glimpse of my lace covered pussy.  I could see 
his cock growing under the flimsy material of his trousers until it was 
so noticeable he had to adjust it.  I made sure he knew I was watching 
and when he looked slightly embarrassed gave him a wink.  His momentary 
surprise was soon replaced by a sexy grin and he reached forward and 
pulled my top back over my breasts, making sure the backs of his fingers 
rubbed against my nipples.  I arched my back and thrust my chest forward 
to increase the contact, looking deep into his eyes as I did so.  I 
don't know what he would have done next but Jane gave an impatient call 
from the doorstep and he reluctantly turned away.  I was still hopeful 
that I might win my bet.  He knew beyond a doubt that I wanted him and I 
knew he was definitely interested.  Also Jane was being a pain and 
obviously irritating him.  I felt quite pleased with myself as I 
followed Nick into the house.

No one wasted much time on polite nonsense about cups of coffee.  I had 
both men so turned on they only had one thing on their mind.  Tom pulled 
Jane into his bedroom as I followed Nick into his.  I could hear Jane 
complaining as the doors closed.  Alone with Nick I tried to concentrate 
my attention on him while still straining to hear any interesting noises 
from Tom's bedroom.  The bedroom was mainly taken up with a king-size 
bed.  Nick was rapidly shedding his clothes and I moved to help him.  
Our fingers tangled in his trousers but somehow they slid down and his 
cock sprang out.  I sank to my knees and slid it into my mouth.  Nick 
gave a groan and sank down onto the bed.  I ran my finger along the 
throbbing vein pulsing in his cock and followed it with a long lick.  No 
matter how many cocks I see I still find them fascinating.  This one was 
long and pink, slightly on the thin side with a slight bend to it.  I 
could hear a faint rhythmic thump coming from Tom's bedroom and decided 
it was time Nick and I made as much noise as possible.

I stepped back from the bed and shimmied out of my clothes as quickly 
and as sexily as I could.  Nick watched me with great interest, 
devouring me with his eyes.  When I was clad in just my stockings he 
reached out and pulled me to him.  I willingly straddled him and slowly 
eased down so his cock slid into my cunt.  I was slick with pussy juices 
and he penetrated me easily.  I adjusted my knees on the bed to gain 
maximum leverage and began to ride him.  His cock felt good sliding in 
and out of my cunt and the curve seemed to make it touch places other 
cocks rarely reached.  I rotated my hips to create maximum sensation.  
He was renewing his attentions to my breasts and I encouraged him 
loudly.  I moved faster and faster as I heard the pace of his breathing 
increase.  I began gasping and moaning, clenching my cunt tight around 
his cock.  Within moments he came and I gave my best imitation of an 
orgasm, yelling loudly to make sure Tom heard.

Nick considerately gave me some tissue to clean up with and I settled 
down next to him on the bed.  From the next-door bedroom I could hear 
angry voices that led to feet thudding down the stirs and the front door 
slamming behind an obviously annoyed Jane.  Nick's breathing slowed as 
he drifted off to sleep but I lay awake still hoping I would get a 
chance to win my bet.




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