by C. A. Bell
“Harper,” I corrected her. Not that she needed it. She knew damn well what my name was. She was just playing games.
“Sorry, Harper. How could a mere woman like myself spoil Max Harper’s chances at a lay?” She giggled. “I think you need to reevaluate the situation.”
Reevaluate? What the hell was she going on about? “What?”
“It was obvious she was just about to loosen up for me.”
I laughed out loud. “Seriously? Oh, Miss Knight, I beg to differ. It was as clear as the crystal chandelier on your bedroom ceiling that her knickers were wet for me,” I taunted.
“I wouldn’t be so sure, Mr. Harper.”
“Pray tell whatever gave you that impression?”
“Okay.” She got comfortable. “One, she was giving me more of her attention. Two, she deliberately went out of her way to talk to me. And three… she had her hand on my leg, not yours.”
“That’s it?” I forced a chuckle. “Well, one, she was not giving you more attention. Two, she probably spoke to you more because she knows you and felt more comfortable. And three, girls do that.”
“Fine. What about that look she gave me after the whole lingerie conversation? Surely even you didn’t miss those sexy fuck me eyes, fluttering lashes and rosy cheeks?”
Oh my God, she actually thought Jasmine was going to choose her over me. She really believed she had more pulling power over a woman than I did. This was almost hilarious. “You’re for real, aren’t you?”
“Damn straight, I am.”
“Well, Miss Knight, I hate to break it to you, but if she had stayed, she would have left here on my arm, not yours.”
Her eyes caught mine. “Wanna bet?”
Instantly, the gambler in me took over. “That’s a dangerous thing to say to a man like me.”
She smiled mischievously. “Ten grand says I bed her before you do.”
My cock twitched, as did my fingers. What was she playing at? There was no way in hell she’d win this. The odds were well and truly on my side. I grinned, baring my perfect teeth. “Make it fifty and you’ve got yourself a sexy little game, Miss Knight.”
She chewed her lower lip then leant across the table and presented her open hand to me. “Fifty.”
“Before I shake on it, I want to know the deets.”
She withdrew her hand. “The deets?”
“The details. How long do we have? How do we prove we’ve won? Are there any rules?”
“Oh, I see.” She pondered a while, looking around the bar. “I tell you what. I’ll go get us a couple more drinks, then we can discuss our terms and conditions.” She stood.
I immediately rose from my seat, “No, no. I’ll get them.”
“Oh, okay. Thank you.” She smiled and ran her hands down the back of her skirt as she sat back down.
On my way to the bar, my cheeks rose. Was this actually happening? Was I seriously about to buy drinks so we could discuss the details of a bet that saw me get a hot as fuck woman in bed and fifty grand? This had to be a dream.
After getting our drinks, I headed back.
“Here you are.” I placed the G&T in front of her.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Okay,” she said as I took my seat. “Time scale—a month.”
“Wow! I’ll definitely close this bet way before then.”
“Don’t be so cocky. It’ll only hurt more when you lose.”
“Oh, fighting talk. I love it.”
“A month, Mr. Harper. If neither of us have fucked her by then, the deal is off and neither of us pays out.”
Hearing her talk with such authority was hot. But hearing her talk in such a manner about fucking a woman… Ball bursting hot!
“But wait…” I couldn’t stop the next sentence from coming. “How are you going to fuck her when you don’t have a dick?”
She looked at me like I was a petulant school boy. “Seriously? Fucking isn’t all about cock. I have a tongue that works magic, as you know. And two fists.” She winked. “Plus, I do have a dick. Several for that matter. All different shapes and sizes.”
I swallowed hard. She certainly put me in my place.
“To prove that we have won,” she carried on like the filth that had just passed through her lips never happened, “we must show photographic evidence.” She took a sip of her drink. “And none of this superimposed shit. I’ll know.”
“I may be a naughty man, Miss Knight, but I am not a cheat.”
“Glad to hear it. Just remember, I’ve seen it all.” He eyes skimmed me. “So I’ll know.”
“Memorised it? It’s that good, huh?”
She smiled and rolled her eyes. I could hear her thoughts. ‘Men’ she was saying. I just knew it.
“As for rules…” She raised one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows. “There are no rules.”
I fidgeted in my seat. The whole scenario was way too sexy.
“Any questions?”
“Mhm… so it’s the first person to fuck her? Penetrate her? Oral doesn’t count? Just so I’m one hundred percent clear. I don’t want to send you a picture of my tongue against her clit for you to later turn around and say it didn’t count.”
“Let’s not get pedantic.”
“I need to know. What does the picture have to be of?”
“You decide.”
As soon as she said the words, all manner of images entered my mind. My dick nudging against her pussy hole, tongue against her clit, my hand in her arse. But then a question hit me.
“How are we meant to get a picture? There’s no way she’s about to let anyone take a picture like that. Especially when she’s in a relationship.”
“Adds to the fun.” She stuck her tongue out slightly and gripped it in her teeth.
Holy shit, the woman was danger on two sexy legs.
“So, what’s your chosen pose, Mr. Harper?”
I decided to make it easy. “Doggy style, dick, or in your case, strap-on, inside her but visible. You’ve got one long enough for that kinda shot, right?” I winked.
An arrogant expression lifted her brows. “I’ll match yours, and see you another four inches.”
She wanted to play. “I’ll match you four inches, and raise you a pulsing…” Scratch the pulsing vein. “A pulse.”
She looked in the air. “It doesn’t matter if it’s real or fake. It’s how you use it.”
“Yeah, but I’d rather a warm one.” I laughed.
“Oh, I always warm them up first… in their mouths.”
This was hot as fuck but so bizarre. I was having a cock war with a woman. This conversation had to end, even if I was enjoying it.
I held my hand out across the table. “So, do we have a bet?”
She pouted her lips to the side. “Hmm… yes.” She gripped my hand. “We have a bet.”
I picked my drink up and raised it to her. “May the best cock win.”
Lunchtime Lingerie Shopping
Brooke Knight
Max Harper’s ego was huge for sure, but his brains obviously weren’t. Whatever gave him the impression he was going to win this bet was beyond me. Jasmine had obviously, and in his face, flashed me the come to bed eyes, yet still he wanted to take me on. This was going to be the easiest fifty grand I had ever earned in my life.
I quickly finished my drink, then stood. I was exhausted, and Jasmine obviously wasn’t returning so I was heading home.
“Was great to see you again, Max. And I look forward to sending you that picture.”
“Ah, that reminds me.” He stood. “I need your number. Just so I can send the winning shot through.”
“I’ll text you.”
“Well, make sure it’s soon. I don’t want to have to wait to show you. I want it heating your phone while I’m still inside her.”
I turned on my heels and said, “I’ll text you,” before heading towards the exit.
Outside, I headed towards the car.
Jacob tipped his hat
as I approached. “That was quick.”
“Was it?”
“For you, yes.”
“Just not feeling it tonight, I guess.”
I slipped onto the backseat and stared into nowhere. My entire sanity rested on Jasmine Chambers. If I could seduce her into bed, I’d show Max I had a bigger dick, grab myself fifty grand, and piss Lennox Grant off no end. But how was I going to get her knickers off? Sit in the corner of Bar Noir every night and just hope she came back? No chance. If I wanted her, I’d have to hunt her down.
****
“Fred Williams on line two,” Ava announced.
I glanced at the time—eleven fifteen. What kind of time did he call this?
“Thanks, Ava.”
I pushed down the receiver then clicked on the appropriate number.
“Fred?”
“Brooke, hi. Listen, sorry I didn’t get back to you yesterday. His snotty arse of an agent wasn’t playing ball.”
“It’s alright,” I lied. “Just tell me you have good news for me?”
I listened intently. The five second silence gave it away. I knew what was coming—bad news.
“Afraid not. He’s adamant that this is the best action to take. He’s playing on the fact that your article read like Lennox had rape intentions.”
“What? That’s ridiculous. I write what I’m told. It’s not my fault the guy’s a creep and he can’t keep his hands off of what’s not his.”
“I know. But according to both his agent and solicitors, there is no reasoning with him.”
“So what now?”
“Now we wait to hear from Lennox’s solicitors. Listen, Brooke, this looks like it’s going to go to court, so just be prepared.”
“Are you for real? This could ruin me. Ruin my magazine. If people see mine or Suave’s name mixed with the words court, slander, and suing, I am going to lose readers. Lots of readers. And by the sounds of it, lots of money, too. I’ve got a good mind to screw the bastard for compensation for reputational damage myself. What a complete and utter cock,” I spat.
This guy was seriously getting up my nose now. I got why he was pissed. But coming after me instead of Jasmine was the part I didn’t understand.
“I’m sorry, Brooke, but don’t worry. We will fight your case all the way. You have nothing to fear in that respect. But for now, just sit tight.”
“Thank you, Fred. I appreciate everything. Keep me in the loop. If they make contact, I want to know immediately.”
“Of course.”
“Thanks. Speak soon.”
“Will do. Take care.”
I put the phone down then rested back in my chair. My head was spinning with a million and one things—Lennox, Jasmine, Max, work, money. The whole situation was just shit. Sleeping with Jasmine to get at him like I’d considered earlier was a stupid idea—a juvenile reaction to a shitty situation. But now I had to. There was no way I could lose this bet. It wasn’t just a matter of pride anymore. After speaking to Fred, it was now about the money, too. If I was going to court, I just knew it was going to cost me a bomb. And fifty grand was a vast amount that I couldn’t afford to lose right now.
I decided to get the ball rolling with Jasmine straight away. I opened up Google and searched for her offices. Finding out that she worked in one of London’s biggest department stores, I stood from my desk and decided to do a little lunch time lingerie shopping.
****
I thanked Jacob for his chivalry and headed for the huge building.
Clutching the long, shiny gold door handle, I pushed the heavy door open and entered the store. Instantly, chatter filled my ears and musky perfume filled my nose. I breathed it in and made my way through the shop to the lingerie section I’d spotted at the back. Several women behind the cosmetics and perfume counters caught my eye and smiled. I guessed they knew who I was as Suave was on several of their stations.
When I reached the underwear, I glanced around. A couple of women were browsing some disgusting green sets and asking one another’s opinions as they held the yucky colour against their over tanned skin to check that the contrast was enough. I shook my head at their poor judgement and headed for a lovely white lace bra and French knicker set. I ran my fingers over the beautiful fabric then glanced at the tag. This was her stuff. JChambers presented itself inside a pink outline of a Lily. I skimmed the rest of the lingerie on the same post. It was all hers. I took a silky pair of pink knickers from the bottom and held them up in front of me. Pink wasn’t really my style. It was far too much of a prim and proper colour to be kicked off and left in some hotel room. No, black and white were my colours. And if I was feeling really naughty—the colour of the devil’s dick—red.
I continued to browse her designs. They were all very nice, the kind of gorgeous stuff you expected to see on a Stepford wife after she’d got rid of the apron and 50’s style dress. Certainly not what you’d envisage under my Gucci skirt.
Movement to my left caught my eye. I turned. No fucking way. You are kidding me.
I marched over and tapped him on the shoulder with a firm finger. He turned, the frown on his face slowly melting into a wry smile.
“Miss Knight.”
“What are you doing here?” I whispered in a harsh tone.
“Checking out the naughty undies.” He winked.
Trust him. He was holding a gaudy yellow Wonderbra. A piece that was from the same stand as the vile green set those women had been looking at.
“Well.” I snatched it from him. “That’s not your size… or colour.” I shoved it back on the rack and pulled out the smallest bra size in snot green and placed it against his crotch. “There. That should do.”
He chuckled. “That’s more your size. Oh no, wait. You don’t have any.”
“Don’t have any what?”
“Balls… or do you? Do you have a pair of squidgy testicles in that magic, dildo-filled chest of yours?”
“Why, you need a pair?”
“You already know the answer to that, baby.”
Argh! The man was becoming more irritating with every meeting.
I changed tactics.
“So, who’s the lucky lady?”
“Huh?”
“Well, who are you shopping for?” I browsed the loud collection. “Yourself? A girlfriend, perhaps?” I pulled out a very unflattering, fluorescent pink thong. “Or maybe you just like to collect women’s panties. In which case, these will probably go very nicely with your collection.”
He remained silent. He hadn’t thought this one through. If Jasmine saw him in here cruising the lingerie section, she was sure to ask who he was shopping for, if only to help him search for the perfect garment.
“They’re for my sister.”
I pulled a repulsed face. “Ew. That’s worse than the weirdo knicker hoarder.”
“Well, they’re for my friend’s girlfriend. She’s too shy to come in for sexy lingerie.”
I laughed at his pathetic attempt at an excuse. “Wow. And she asked you to come and touch her knickers and choose instead of her boyfriend. Nothing worse than betraying a friend.”
He scowled at me. He was running out of excuses.
“Look, we both know why we are here, so I guess we should just let one another get on,” he said, placing the thong back.
“Fine by me.” I turned on my heels to leave him to it, then twisted my neck to look at him. “Oh, and by the way, phlegm green suits you.” I winked and walked back over to the classier side of the selection.
Max Harper
I watched her sexy arse wiggle away, my eyes moving from left to right as I watched the hypotonic curves sway. I shook my head, breaking the fixation. Bloody woman had made it obvious that I hadn’t thought this move through properly, but I didn’t know what else to do. I had to see Jasmine again. I didn’t expect to come in and fuck her in the changing rooms, although I hadn’t ruled it out. I purely wanted to make contact, to give her clear signals without anyone else around. But no.
Brooke Knight had had the same idea. Great minds and all that. I needed to get the ball rolling on this and bed her before the end of next week. James had called that morning and advised me that the high stakes poker game he’d mentioned a few days ago was taking place next Saturday, so I contacted the organiser and boom, I was in the game. I didn’t need the fifty grand from Brooke, but it would definitely make the game more enjoyable to have some throwaway cash in my pocket.
I glanced over to see her holding up a black lace bra. She tilted her head to the side and pouted. She didn’t need to ponder over it. She could wear a bin bag and make it look sexy. I moved away from the harsh coloured undies and over to the dark corner where crimson and black colours displayed themselves. I picked up a pair of dark red knickers with black lace over the top and rubbed the quality material between my finger and thumb. I imagined Jasmine in them, but the image just wasn’t right. Slowly, she morphed into Brooke and it worked. Jasmine was more of a, what I called, frilly pants. While Brooke was more of a sexy pant. I could just see Jasmine in a light pink thong and bra set with little frilly tuffs decorating the outline. While I could see Brooke in the total opposite—straight cut, perfectly fitted black underwear. The pair of them were visually very alike, but completely opposite in tastes. Having both of them in bed would literally be like being with a devil and an angel. Being torn apart in hell, while looking into the eyes of heaven. My trousers suddenly began to feel tight, so I put the knickers back. If someone caught me fiddling and then looked down at my bulging crotch, they really would think I was a weirdo.
After heading over to the men’s shirts, just across from the lingerie, I skimmed the white double cuffed section, keeping Brooke in my eye line. After another ten minutes or so, she left the lingerie section and made way for the exit. I quickly paced after her.
Catching her up, I said, “Leaving so soon?”
She pushed her nose in the air. “Some of us have day jobs to attend to.”
“Ouch. That hurt. Not.”
She stopped suddenly. “What are you doing?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why are you following me? And why are you hell bent on winding me up?”