I’m here to win, but right now I’m on the edge of losing everything.
The bet was stupid but the reward was too good to pass up. Six full months of rent covered and all I had to do was win. Whoever brought home the better date, won everything.
I don’t know what I was thinking, becoming his dream girl. I figured that I could shut him up if I brought him home, but I had no idea that he’d be so thoroughly in control.
From the moment I became her I knew I was in trouble. Living in this skin made me feel more alive than I’d ever felt before. It made every touch and every caress so much more intense.
And I think he knows it. I think he knows what I want and what I need. I think he’s going to give it to me, long before we reach our apartment door.
Every step is agony, because he’s not touching me. Every inch closer we get it becomes so much harder to resist.
I have to hold out. I have to win this bet.
But I don’t know if I can anymore.
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I moaned. He heard it. His hands slipped up past my waist and played on my ribs and I felt him cross the threshold, slipping up over my breast and squeezing just enough while at the same time one left my body and ran down so quick I barely even realized until it was cupping my ass and digging in hard. I moaned again, his hands full of my body. I mewled after and I shivered and he released my ass just long enough to spank me quick and elicit a sharp shock of a squeak from me.
His lips left me then, his eyes taking me in with a lewd and lascivious delight as he pulled me in and whispered in my ear, “You’re lovely, I think I’ll keep you.”
I felt myself shudder in his arms and I knew I shouldn’t but I just couldn’t help myself. It was the confusion of the night and the fact that I was off kilter the whole time and it wasn’t the fact that I needed this. It wasn’t the fact that I’d never felt so alive in my life.
I swear. I’m a good girl. No wait I’m not a girl at all what is happening to me?
Before I can even try to understand it he’s on me again. Grasping at me and pulling me to him and pinning my body against his and I feel so small and so slight but so supple in contrast to him. It feels so right to submit to him, to let those hands of his roam over my body and for a moment I just relax into it, forgetting what I’m here to do which is not to stay here. Which is not to submit.
I’m here to get him to bring me home.
“I want you to take me home,” I say, my words coming out peaky and giggly and out of control, “You don’t live in this alley, do you?”
I think, for an instant, that it just might work. He lets me go, or so I think, but then he’s not letting me go instead he’s pushing me back and my back is against a hard brick wall and he’s right up next to me.
He’s got full control of me as he grins and holds me still and tells me, “Not here, no. But there is plenty we can do before we get home and get to the main event.”
I notice his hand on my shoulder and it’s pushing me down. I know where that winds up. I know he wants me down on my knees, my knee-high socks getting dirty in the alley while he makes sure to make the rest of me just as filthy. I know that I won’t be the first girl to do that for him and that if I do he’ll probably take me home afterward. Maybe he’ll only half finish and we can…
No. No that’s not what I’m here to do. No, I’m a man and I’m straight and this isn’t about humiliating me, it’s about humiliating him. It’s about Simon getting tricked and taking me home instead and the whole thing making it so that I win.
It’s about six months rent and the chance at a new life because I need a new life and I need a fucking change and I’ll do nearly anything to get it. But I won’t do that, right? I don’t want to do that, right?
“Please,” I beg him, “Take me home. Don’t you want to take me home?”