The Bet Ch. 03: End Game

Disclaimer: Like most lit stories this one would fit in multiple categories. This story has exhibitionism, and light bondage. If those aren't your thing, stop now and find another story.

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(Michael)

The faint sound of music slowly pierced my sleep, I opened my eyes and yawned. The smell of breakfast made my stomach rumble, I looked at my phone, 0930. Getting up, I stretched, put on a pair of black gym shorts with a red t-shirt and followed the smell. Eventually I made it to the kitchen where Eva was dancing around wearing a small black t-shirt, sans panties. She swayed around my kitchen to the beat of salsa music playing from her iPhone and she must've heard me because she spun around with a spatula in one hand and danced to the beat. Her shirt stopped at her hips so I had a complete view of her sex and ass as she spun and danced her way toward me and gave me a quick kiss on the lips before dancing back to the stove. I groaned, walking around without underwear was the latest shot fired in our battle of wills. I was simultaneously excited and frustrated as she danced around while smiling knowingly at me. She quickly served two plates of chorizo, eggs, and cheese in a scramble on my center kitchen island.

I pulled a half-gallon of Florida's finest orange juice from the refrigerator and poured two glasses, then pulled two barstools next to each other and sat down to eat. Eva looked at the barstool with disdain, then used it to climb on to the island, tuck one leg under her and leave the other swinging free on the side. She pulled her plate toward her and took a small bite, in between mouthfuls we talked. I tried to keep casual but it was distracting trying to eat with her perfectly trimmed racing stripe so brazenly displayed less than three feet from my face.

"I wanted to thank you for last night, that was the most intense experience I've ever had."

"Glad I could arrange it. What did that girl talk to you about?"

After everyone had left the gallery the red-haired beauty had stayed while Remy and I had uncuffed Eva. She'd stayed naked and they had gone into another room to talk privately. I'd helped Remy clean the gallery and after they'd came back out, we'd headed home. Eva had walked to my truck naked and had stayed that way for the ride home, it was a testament to how exhausted we were that we'd fallen asleep in my bed without messing around or trying to tease each other.

Eva grins, "She offered me a job."

I arched an eyebrow, "Really."

"Yeah, kind of like the one Remy did, I'll tell you more about it later."

"Fair enough," I said, if she wanted to keep it a secret for now, I'd let her.

We continued to eat and chat as I stole glances at her nonstop. It was turning me on that she was so nonchalant about her partial nudity. I wasn't sure if she was always like this or was just teasing me in our battle of wills but given her demeanor, I suspected it was a combination. Every time I glanced up at her face after glancing at her pussy, she had a playful smile. She knew exactly what she was doing to me. Afterward I grabbed our empty plates and put them in the sink and when I turned back around, she'd leaned back with her arms propping her up from behind, grinning as her foot swung back and forth.

"Sure, you don't want anything else for breakfast?" she asked. "You could have anything you want."

She spread her legs just a little wider as she spoke and her shirt pulled up giving me a perfect view of her pussy. Her own arousal was evident as she tried to seduce me. My hands clenched into fists and my knuckles turned white as I stood there, I waivered but held firm against her proposal. I wouldn't give in that easy, she hopped off the island and bent over leaning on her elbows. Standing on her tiptoes she propped her ass right in front of me and moved it back and forth.

"Or would you prefer me like this?"

Groaning I shook my head.

"God you're evil," I said, as I smacked her on the butt and told her to "behave."

"Ohhh, harder," she laughed.

"Don't tempt me."

"I like a good spanking baby, just say the word and you can spank my ass all you want."

Closing my eyes, I buried my face in my hands, after I gained control, I looked up to see her standing in the hallway with an infuriating smirk. She didn't say anything as I walked past her to the living room to study. She followed me after cleaning up the kitchen.

"I'm expecting Jason over within the hour."

"Oh, he's cute," she said standing in front of me and stretching her arms above her head, her shirt pulled up a few inches once again leaving the trimmed black curls of her racing stripe exposed to me. "I guess I'll get dressed in my uniform then."

I forced my eyes to look up into her face and found her smiling, "Hey, eyes off other guys," I joked. "The uniform is up to you, I'm not forcing you."

"I know, but a deal is a deal, besides, it's kind of fun," she grinned as she relaxed her arms and turned around. She stood there for almost a minute before I realized she was waiting for me. I reached out and gently pinched her bare butt, she immediately wiggled it, sighed and walked out of the room without a word.

Picking up a law book to study I thought about Jason. He was one of my best friends, we'd served in the same unit at our last duty station and then had been assigned to units on this base so it was easy to hang out in our spare time. He was also a member of my motorcycle club and I considered him as close as a brother. While he was a lot shorter than me at five six with short blonde hair and blue eyes, he weighed more than 200 pounds and was built like a tank with arms as thick as my legs. His parents were standard white Midwestern farmers and he was the middle of five children with two older and younger sisters. Farm life had hardened him and made him obscenely strong and he liked to compete in bench-pressing competitions and regularly worked out with more than 400 pounds on the bar. Now I'm damn good at fighting and have been training in martial arts for most of my life and the Marine Corps keeps me in excellent shape but if I had to fight Jason I'd run screaming like a little girl and then wait until his back was turned before I hit him upside the head with a bat... hard and repeatedly. He was not somebody you wanted to be on the bad side of.

With Eva changing, I read my book in peace for about 30 minutes before the doorbell rang.

"I got it," she said from the other room.

I closed my book and waited, in seconds she led Jason into the room. True to her word she was wearing the maid outfit. Jason walked two steps behind her wearing jeans and a blue tank top, his eyes were practically bugging out of his head as he followed her. Admittedly, she was a vision wearing the type of maid outfit that you would buy from Victoria's Secret or any other lingerie store. It was low cut in the front showing lots of tanned skin and barely reached a decent length to cover her panties. The silk was thin so her nipples visibly poked against the material and I knew from experience that it was tied in the back by only two strings. The choker gave her a submissive air but she'd skipped the fishnets for today and only wore black heels. Idly I wondered what kind of panties she'd chosen to go with it this morning, knowing her it would be something daring and small.

Walking up to me, "He's here, do you need anything else sir?"

I smiled at her formality, she liked to tease and I knew she was showing off for me. I took a moment to admire her muscled legs. She smirked as she watched my inspection.

"I'll take a bottled water if you don't mind," looking past her, "You want anything Jason?"

She turned and caught him staring wide-eyed at her ass, she didn't say anything as he turned red.

"I'd make you some breakfast if you'd like sir," she said crisply.

I was enjoying her primness since it matched the personality of her uniform but when she turned, I found out I'd been wrong, she hadn't worn small or daring panties, she hadn't worn panties at all! Her small, tight butt was completely exposed with her tan cheeks and muscular back bared.

Jason's face was red as he stammered through a reply.

"N...No, I'll... I'll just take a water too if it's okay."

"If you say so sir," she told him. Turning to me with an impish grin she winked, "I'll be right back sir."

After watching her leave, Jason turned to me, "Dude, what the fuck is going on?! You and Eva, when did that happen? Why is she wearing a maid outfit? What the hell man?!"

I laughed at his frustration.

"I'll tell you everything in a minute, let her bring our water back first."

In seconds Eva returned with two water bottles, placing one next to Jason and then casually running her fingers through his hair ruffling it slightly.

"You're not going to be stupid about this right sir?"

"Uhmmm, I'm not sure what you mean."

"I'm not going to hear thoughtless comments or snickering from everybody and you're not going to get any irresponsible ideas or anything about me sir."

"N-," clearing his throat and then speaking clearly. "No, I promise I won't be stupid about this."

Grabbing his hair, she tilted his head back and looked him in the eyes for a few seconds, "Good boy sir," she said letting him go.

Walking over to me she set my water down.

"Anything else sir?"

"I think we're good, if you'd give us some time alone that'd be great."

"Of course sir, I'll be in my room."

Bending over she kissed me on the mouth, her tongue slipped through my lips and teased me as her breath mingled with mine, without underwear I could only imagine the show Jason was receiving as she'd kissed me.

Finishing she stepped back and slyly flipped up the front of her skirt exposing herself to me. I looked over at Jason and saw his mouth drop open with an astonished look, he knew what she'd just done but hadn't been able to see from behind her, still I was sure the angle he'd just seen had showed him plenty.

Without another word she turned and walked away, when she passed Jason she reached out and ruffled his hair again.

I held up a hand for silence and we watched as she left the room waiting until we heard her room door close.

I laughed as Jason looked at me with a confused expression, getting myself under control, I explained the situation to him. Never speaking, he just nodded as I told him about everything we'd done up until this moment.

Afterward he spoke, "You know you can't win this right?"

"The hell I can't."

"You're an idiot, you don't understand what I'm saying. I'm not saying you can't win, I'm saying you shouldn't win."

"I don't think so, there is no way I'm going to let her have the upper hand."

"Dear god you're an idiot."

"What the hell do you mean by that?"

"Just what I said, you're a freaking moron, but because you're one of my best friends I'm going to explain it very slowly to you. Don't worry I'll use small words," he grinned. "Although I shouldn't, because if you fail, I may have a chance at her."

"Don't make me kill you."

Laughing, "You're lucky it's easy for me to see this stuff because I'm on the outside looking in."

"Ok, let's hear your reasoning."

"To begin with, you like this girl, right? I mean you're not planning on just hooking up and nothing else right."

Shrugging, "Whatever happens happens, but yeah, I don't plan on it be a quickie or anything."

"So, you're saying that you want this girl to possibly get into a relationship with you with her knowing that you don't find her irresistible?"

"Of course not, that's just stupid."

"Exactly."

"But that's not what's happening, this is just a challenge to see who's stronger."

"God you're an idiot."

"You keep saying that..."

"You keep proving it, if you keep this up, I'm going to strap a helmet to your head when we go outside. Look, I know she's drop dead gorgeous and everything, but no matter how beautiful the girl is they always feel insecure, especially one who just got out of a bad relationship. Imagine this, you guys end up boyfriend and girlfriend and every time you fight, every time something happens, not only is she going to be dealing with whatever the argument was about but she's going to have this tiny seed of doubt about how you feel about her. She's always going to remember that you were able to resist her and that maybe you don't think she's beautiful or special or whatever."

"That's just stupid, she knows she special."

"Oh my god, you really are an idiot. It doesn't matter how hot a girl is, they all feel insecure about something. They all have their moments that they don't feel special, and your plan is to highlight this fact. So that every time she feels less than perfect, she's going to remember that you don't think she's perfect too."

"That doesn't make sense."

"That's because you're a guy and are therefore incapable of understanding what goes on in a woman's brain. I promise you I know what I'm talking about."

"If that's true how do you know this?"

"Hello, four sisters, they make it their life's mission to educate me on this crap. Let me put it this way, have you ever met a woman who wasn't a little bit crazy?"

"No, not really."

"Do you really think this one is the exception?"

I started to reply but then I thought back to the occurrences we'd already had, the breakfast fiasco, the scratching me with her nails.

"Uhmmmm..."

"Yeah, that's what I thought. I can see by the look on your face you're thinking about some incidents. Now let that little hamster in your head keep running around that wheel and think about this."

I scowled but had to admit his logic was sound, eventually I reached a conclusion.

"You may be a little bit, possibly not as totally wrong as I would like to think."

"Uh huh," he said drily. "Keep going."

"So I should have given up?"

"NO, through sheer dumb luck you've played it well."

"Huh? But you just said..."

"You're an idiot, shut up and listen."

I gave him a dirty look as I considered punching him.

"You don't want to be too easy either. Girls aren't any different from guys in that manner. If you'd given up too easily you wouldn't be worth the chase. Now that you've resisted her, if you lose, you'll still be worth it because now you're a trophy, a conquest. Now when you're together she'll know that not just any girl will be able to take you. If you'd given in too easily then she'd always think that another girl just has to wink at you and you'll go running. By making it a challenge, you've shown you're worthy of her affection."

"You're giving me a headache."

"Look, I know with your limited IQ it's hard to understand all the adult words I keep using but try to keep up."

I flipped him off.

Without blinking he continued, "I know you think you've been putting on the moves and charming her and being mister smooth, but I promise you, you've been stalked, baited and hunted from the beginning."

"What? No, that's stupid."

He gave me a look that most people reserve for small children, "Really?! So you really think she just decided to agree to your bet because you're such a good guy? You may have come up with the bet but she agreed to it. Do you really think that she would have kept betting you and kept doing all the things she's done if she hadn't been chasing you? Let me put it this way, either she's so weak willed that you've manipulated her every step of the way which means she doesn't really like you orrrrrrrrr she's playing the game as well as you are and likes you just as much as you like her and you're too stupid to realize it. Now which sounds more likely? Does she seem stupid or weak?"

I put my head down to think about it for a minute, when I looked up at him, "I hate you."

He burst out laughing, "You just don't like the fact that you've been manipulated as much as you've been manipulating. Don't worry, I'm sure you've been doing good or she would've stopped a long time ago. You just need to realize that two are playing the game. Every time you tied her up or got her naked, she was adding another link to the chain on your collar and you didn't realize it."

I hated to admit it but he might be on to something. I'd been so proud of my efforts to 'get her' that I completely thought it was a one-way street, and as much as I hated to 'give in,' he was right, if I didn't give in how would that make her feel? I tried to reverse the thought process on how I would feel and I immediately got a sick feeling. If I tried my hardest to get her and she rejected me I'd feel horrible no matter what the circumstances.

He stayed quiet as I worked through the issues he pointed out, eventually I looked up and nodded, he was right.

After that we talked about other things like sports and work and after a while decided to go play some basketball at the nearby gym. I got up and knocked on her door to see if she wanted to come with us. She agreed and I went to my room to grab my gym bag. When I came back out Jason was coming out of the bathroom wearing red basketball shorts and a black tank top. I had changed to a pair of black basketball shorts and a blue muscle shirt while Eva walked out of her room wearing black skintight volleyball style shorts that barely covered her butt and a pink sport bra with her hair in a tight ponytail.

We hopped in my truck and drove to the gym. The next few hours were spent playing ball with the local gym rats. Eva joined a couple of games and proved she was athletic with a set shot from anywhere short of the three-point line. She gave as good as she got and by the beginning of the afternoon, we were all soaked in sweat.

Around one o'clock everyone headed out leaving just us as we sat on the bleaches and drank Gatorades I'd bought while talking about the games.

"You're pretty damn good."

"Thanks, I played all four years of high school but I'm pretty rusty. Most guys don't want to play with a girl so I don't get a lot of chances to stay sharp."

Even sitting on the bench out of breath and sweating she looked sexy, her bra was soaked and I could just make out the darkness of her nipples poking through the material.

We glanced at Jason and caught him staring at her chest. Eva cleared her throat and he quickly looked up and back and forth at us shaking her head as she took a drink of Gatorade.

I laughed, "Busted."

He turned red and shrugged but didn't say anything and we continued to talk about the games and each other's strengths and weaknesses when I noticed the time, 1:30 p.m.

Standing up, "I need to take a quick shower."

"Me too," Jason said.

"I'm good, I'll wait for you here. I didn't bring a change of clothes," Eva said.

I nodded and walked toward the locker room while Jason followed. We quickly stripped and walked into the massive shower room. Like most male lockers it was one big room with individual shower nozzles and no privacy between occupants.

I ignored Jason and rinsed my body. I grabbed my small bottle of shampoo, closed my eyes and lathered my hair but when I turned around to rinse, I opened my eyes and saw Eva standing in the doorway of the shower room.

"What the..." I stuttered.

Jason looked over and froze, we each stood with our mouths open, the only thing she was wearing was a small black G-string, her breasts were slightly upturned and her nipples were puckered and hard. The steam from the showers and her sweat combined to shimmer on her skin making her muscles stand defined in the dim locker room light.

She casually reached down and slipped out of her bottoms as she walked into the shower. "Don't worry, I checked and nobody else is here except the staff."

"Uhhhh, yeah but what if they walk in?" I asked.

"Right before they close?" she replied. She walked toward us with a sensual power and a purpose. "Besides, who cares if somebody does? At most it'll be one or two people that will see me and what are they going to do? Go tattle? I'll be the one to be embarrassed, not you two."