A Little Wager
By Matt Nicholson
Published by Darker Pleasures at Smashwords
Copyright 2011 Matt Nicholson
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Prologue
“Really?!” He didn’t even bother hiding the surprise in his voice.
“Sure, why not?”
As pick-up lines went, his comment had sucked, but he hadn’t intended it as a pick up; he had far better lines for that. It was more a blind shot in the dark at fantasy wish fulfillment, a blind shot he’d been trying without success for years. Now, with success potentially staring him in the face, he wasn’t certain he could believe it. He looked from her face to the bat symbol stretched across the front of her overly-tight sleeveless grey wife-beater. With some effort, he managed to look back up at her face.
“Have you been watching me?”
She tossed her long, auburn curls back off her face and laughed. It was a light, carefree sound that turned heads nearby. “Of course I’ve been watching you. It’s not like I’d actually take you up on it if I hadn’t. Like you said, if I lose, I go home with you and you get to use my titties as dart boards. I’m not worried. I can take you.”
He hadn’t mentioned the going home part, yet, just the dartboard part. He’d never gotten that far. After all, it was the first time anyone had said “yes.” Typically he was blown off at best, and slapped at worst.
“Okay…and if I lose?” He held his breath, waiting for the kicker.
“Dinner’s on you. My choice. Sky’s the limit.”
He’d expected something like, “I get to cut your balls off.” He’d gotten a couple of those, too. Even though he could think of some pretty expensive ‘skies’, a steep dinner was a very acceptable risk. Still skeptical, though, he had to ask, “Is this some kind of set up? You’re a cop, right?”
She laughed again and bunched the bottom of her shirt in her hands, hooking the underside of her bra with her thumbs. “Would a cop do this…”
She pulled everything up over her breasts, making them bounce just inches from his face. Pointing out from a bed of jiggling, full, crème-colored flesh dotted with the occasional freckle, her doubly-pierced nipples were hard, dark and thick, her rosy areola puckered. Aside from the intriguing golden balls nestled on either side of the crinkled cones at the base of her nipples and thin, golden hoops that dangled enticingly from about mid-nub, they looked every bit the bull’s eyes he’d imagined. He caught himself absently licking his lips as they disappeared back under her top, well before anyone else saw them.
“So…” She handed him three darts that sported Union Jack fins. “Three darts, best score. Are we going to do this? ”
He took the darts, the sight of her breasts still burned into his mind. Still incredulous, he nodded, now completely willing to risk whatever catch still existed.