tagErotic CouplingsThe Bet Ch. 01

The Bet Ch. 01



"You're kidding me right? There is no way she's gonna win."

"Keep thinking that, I'm telling you Michael, she's going to knock Ronda out."

"Oh my god, I'm not sure I can watch this fight in the presence of someone who is so obviously mentally defective."

"It's like that is it?"

"Well, you seem normal and the six months I've known you I thought you were smart, but after that statement I realize you've been fooling all of us."

"Watch it buddy, I'll kick your ass the way Zing is going to do to Rousey."

"Stop, you're killing me."

"Hundred dollars to put your money where your mouth is," she said as she stuck out her hand.

Suddenly I straightened up, "A hundred bucks? You sure you want to bet this?" I eyed her hand, waiting for her to pull it back.

I mean, she was hot and everything, but a hundred bucks is a hundred bucks. If she wanted to give money away so freely, who was I to stop her.

"Put up or shut up bittttttch!"

The room filled with ooh's and aah's from our friends as she called me out. I glanced around shaking my head and smiling. We were watching the fight at a friend's house. As an active duty Marine Corps Gunnery Sergeant, I'd met most everyone after I'd been stationed here almost a year ago. Most of the males were Marines and a few were part of the local Marine Corps motorcycle riding club. The first time I'd seen Eva I'd been stricken, she was a dark haired Mexican beauty. Apparently she'd dated a member years back and when he left the club they'd kind of adopted her. Word had gotten to me that she was untouchable, not that guys hadn't tried (and even a few girls from what I heard), but so far nobody had managed to catch her interest. At first I thought maybe it was because she was a bitch or something, but every time I talked to her she was nice, and nobody ever had anything bad to say about her. One of the girlfriends of another member had confided that her last relationship was pretty bad, so she thought it was more she didn't want to make the same mistakes again versus she wasn't interested in anybody.

"Good enough," I said and grabbed her hand to shake and seal the bet.

"I am so going to love buying a steak dinner with your money. I can't wait," she said.

"That's funny, I was thinking the same thing."

"Keep dreaming pretty boy, the only thing going down harder than you is Ronda."

"I take it back, you're not mentally defective, you can't be to have that good an imagination."

"I have a great imagination, I'm imaging how I'm going to spend your money right now. I think I may go clothes shopping after my steak dinner."

"That's cute, I'll tell you what, I need a new battery for my motorcycle, I'll take a pic of it and send it to you so you can feel better about paying for it. You'll feel like you chipped in on my bike."

The next couple hours passed quickly as we kept talking trash to each other. We were both smiling and joking, each giving as good as we got and constantly making fun of the other person while relaxing and drinking with our friends. Finally the title match was getting ready to play, I was sipping a Blue Moon beer and had taken a seat on the corner of the couch. She plopped down next to me, her leg pressed against mine. For a second I looked down at her as she pressed against me, trying to think of something to say. Then more people came in the room and the moment passed.

Clearing my throat I looked at her, "You know your girl is getting knocked out in the first minute right?"

"Keep dreaming."

"I guarantee it."

She looked at me and took a sip of her beer, "What you want to bet?"

"Wh..what?" I stuttered.

"You heard me, if you're so confident what else you got to bet?"

By now the noise of everybody else talking was covering our conversation, I looked around and everybody else was doing their own thing, nobody was paying the slightest attention to us.

Her tone seemed to be playful and even a little suggestive but I didn't know her well enough to know where she was trying to lead me. I didn't want to go over the top and have her think I was a jerk, but I also didn't want to let this opportunity slip away. I decided to test her out a little.

"Well, what did you have in mind?"

She looked at the television then said, "I want your bike for a week next month, the Bikes, Blues and Barbeque rally is going on and I want to go and I don't want to ride bitch with anyone."

After she spoke she looked back at me and met my eyes.

I choked on my beer when she said that and was barely recovering when she looked at me, clearing my throat, "You do realize what you're asking right? You do know motorcycle riders consider their bikes their most prized possession?"

"Duh, I only hang around you guys all the time. Of course I know. Most of you have an obsession bordering on unhealthy to downright perverted."

"I won't argue with that, but you've seen my bike, it's a custom job. I've spent almost as much money on aftermarket as I did on the bike itself."

"I know, that's why I want to ride it."

"Yeah, that's not gonna happen, that bike means more to me than anything."

"There's nothing you want from me that's worth that," she smiled coyly and took a sip of her beer.

I looked at her frankly, "O, I can think of something but I'm pretty sure you won't like it."

She rolled her eyes as I pointedly looked up and down her body.

"Why do guys always go there?" she asked. But I noticed she was smiling as she took another sip of her beer.

"Hey, you brought up betting, not me. And you're the one insinuating."

"Yeah, well, that's off the table, so think of something else if you want to bet."

"So how crazy are you talking here?" I asked.

She shifted to face me better, her leg moved from mine, I immediately felt the loss of warmth from her leg. I looked down and frowned.

She smiled at me, "Think low R rating, not X."

"That's a good rating," I said.

Realizing that I couldn't be that blatant but that she might be willing to do something a little bit crazy I quickly came up with an idea.

"Ok, how about you be my maid for the weekend, complete with outfit." I whispered.

She glanced back at me and mulled it over for a second, looking around to make sure nobody was paying attention to us. "That's possible. By weekend you mean..."

"Friday night to Sunday."

"You have to feed me the entire time."


"What do I have to do?"

"Cook, clean, whatever I want, but you have to wear the maid outfit all weekend."

"Who buys it?"

"I will."

"I get to pick it."

Even though we'd started whispering I made sure to emphasize my next words, "HEEEELLLLLLL NO! I'm telling you right now I'm going to find the smallest outfit I can, if I can find one that's sheer I will, and it won't even have a back! It'll damn near be a black lacy apron."

"WHAT?!" she squeaked.

"Hey, I'm putting up my bike! Not to mention she has to win in 60 seconds or I lose. You're getting damn good odds to make this bet. Even if you do lose, what, you have to show me your butt for the weekend? Ohhhh big deal," I whispered sarcastically.

She seemed a little offended as she said, "Hey, I don't show my butt to just anybody," narrowing her eyes.

The fight was getting ready to start, they were entering the ring and starting introductions. So I needed to speed the negotiation up a little.

Not wanting her to get mad I quickly told her, "I don't think you do but I'm hoping you'll show it to me. Mostly because I think it's perfect and would pretty much kill to see it."

I wasn't lying or even exaggerating when I said this. She had a lean body and one of the best asses I'd ever seen in my life. She was wearing a tight black tank top with the words "Talk shit, get hit" emblazoned across the chest, and a short denim miniskirt that showed off her tanned muscular legs. I knew from her Facebook page she was a workout fanatic and constantly eating egg whites and avocados and healthy crap like that. But despite this obvious character flaw I thought she was awesome.

My comment seemed to make her happy because she grinned and after a moment, "All right, just for you I'll take the chance. One minute! If your girl wins I'll be your maid for the weekend. But if she doesn't, I get your bike from a Sunday to Sunday on the week of the motorcycle rally. Deal?"

"Deal," I said as I shook her hand again. We both turned back to the television as the bell rang for the first round.

14 seconds later...

"You've got to be kidding me..."

Eva was staring at the television open mouthed with a look of utter disbelief. I tried to be nonchalant as they replayed the fight, but inwardly I was doing a victory dance.

I have to admit, I didn't really expect Ronda to win that fast but I sure as hell wasn't complaining.

Eva looked at me, I avoided her gaze and sipped my beer.

"Wipe that stupid smile off your face or so help me god I'll crack my beer bottle over your head!"

"What? I didn't even say anything," I told her innocently. No matter how hard I tried though I couldn't stop smiling. I leaned away as she growled at me.

"I can practically see you gloating and it makes me want to beat you senseless." She leaned towards me, I watched as her nostrils flared and her eyes took on a mock hateful glare, (at least I hoped it was mock). I could see her knuckles turning white as she gripped her beer.

Trying to lighten her mood, "Wow, somebody's a sore loser, don't blame me your girls sucks."

"Jesus freaking Christ, 14 seconds? I could've last longer than that. 14 FUCKING SECONDS! Arghhhhh!"

Everybody around us was now talking about the fight and how quickly it went.

Suddenly one of her friends called out laughing, "Hey Eva, did you just lose a hundred dollars to Michael? Damn girl, that sucks!"

Thank god nobody overheard us talking about the second bet or everyone would be making a lot more fun of her.

She turned and glared at her friend, "Thanks, I hadn't realized how bad it sucks till you mentioned it. Any other dumb ass comments?" she said sarcastically.

Everybody started laughing again. I decided to tease her a little. I stood up, Eva noticed and looked back at me.

"Where are you going?" she growled.

"Nowhere, I'm getting ready to run in case you try to hit me," I grinned.

"So I was wondering if you'd go get me another beer, this one's pretty empty," I held it up and shook it so she could see the bottle was empty.

She arched her eyebrow and asked, "Why would I do that?"

I leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Call it practice."

Looking down, I noticed her face and chest were flushed bright red and her nipples were hard through her tank top. I wasn't sure if I hit a nerve with the comment, the bet, or if it was the alcohol affecting her.

She noticed my glance and looked down at her chest. Glancing back up at me, "That doesn't mean anything," she said.

"What?" I said innocently.

"You know what I'm talking about."

"Maybe you like the idea of being my maid?" I suggested.

She started laughing, "Shut the hell up and sit down and let me vent."

Not wanting to take the teasing to far I looked at her very seriously, "You know I think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever met, right?"

She paused and looked at me. Clearing her throat, "Really?"

"Without a doubt," I said. I stood to go get another beer. Her hand moved to my leg and put gentle pressure on it.

"Stay," she said and stood and walked into the kitchen, a few seconds later she was back with two fresh bottles of Blue Moon. I stood as she handed me one. She pressed her body to mine and whispered in my ear, "Don't get used to this."

Swallowing, I nodded, it was hard to concentrate with her boobs pressed against me. I looked into her dark brown eyes for a moment, our eyes locked and it seemed as if time stopped, the background noise faded away, eternity passed in a brief moment.

Then I glanced down, I could see the swell of her breasts straining the tight tanktop. Looking back up she had a predatory smile, like even though she lost the bet she knew she had the upper hand.

I sat down as she took another swig of beer.

"14 freaking seconds..." I heard her mumble.


Knock, knock, knock.

The moment of truth. I looked at the clock, 5:30 pm. I'd been anticipating this moment all week and had mixed feelings of elation and dread. I knew that Eva was at the door. I'd gotten off work early Friday afternoon and had been home for a few hours already. I walked toward the front door, passing by my hallway mirror I paused to make sure I was presentable. The mirror reflected my black curly hair and lean military physique, I was barefoot and dressed in jeans and a black shirt with the yellow batman logo stenciled across the front.

For some reason I felt like a kid on a first date, why the hell was I so nervous? It wasn't a date, she had lost a bet and was paying me back. Simple really, why should I be nervous? I mean, it's not like I'm shy or anything, the biggest reason I hadn't asked her out yet was because I hadn't really been sure what I wanted in a relationship myself. I didn't know if I did or didn't want something, but I finally realized it didn't matter. After this weekend I'd ask her out and worry about a relationship later, either we'd work or not, who knows.

Shaking my head I walked to the front door and opened it.

My heart dropped!

For the love of god!

She was gorgeous!

She stood in my doorway wearing a grey pencil skirt, white work blouse with a pair of black heels completing the outfit. Her raven hair flowed free around her face and her perfect white smile. She was wearing dark sunglasses.

"Are you going to invite me in or stand there gawking at me with your mouth open all night?" she asked.

Apparently I was staring a bit too long.

"Huh, ... Oh, uh, sorry, yeah, come on in."

Great start, I felt like an idiot. No matter how cool I tried to play it this girl kept throwing me for a loop.

I smelled lavender as she walked past me and into my living room.

I followed, she turned to me, put a hand on her hip, "Well?"

"Yeah... Well, here we are. Can I get you a drink or anything?"

"I'm fine."

We both stood there awkwardly for a few moments.

Finally, taking off her glasses she cleared her throat and spoke, "I have to be honest, I'm nervous as hell."

"You know, if I'm completely honest, so am I."

We stared at each other for a second and both started laughing. The tension eased out of the room.

"You're nervous?" she asked.


"Why, what do you have to be nervous about?"

I looked her in the eyes, "Let's say I don't want to screw up a chance."

For a moment she stared back, she nodded understanding, "Fair enough."

"Guess I don't need to ask what you're nervous about."

Again we both laughed, "No, I guess you don't."

"Have you eaten yet?" I asked.

"No, not yet."

"Tell you what, why don't we have a nice dinner and we'll ease into the situation. I'll show you my place and then we'll eat. If after dinner you decide you can't go through with it, I'm not going to push it."

"That sounds great, and for the record, you're not."

I looked at her quizzically.

She turned away from me, "Screwing up your chance."

I smiled.

I proceeded to give her the tour of my two bedroom townhouse. I kept everything meticulously neat and orderly. Halfway through the tour I noticed a curious expression begin to develop on her face. After I showed her my room and the kitchen she paused.

"Did you clean this house today?"

"No, why?"

"It's spotless," she said.

"I'm a Gunnery Sergeant in the Marine Corps, what did you expect?" I replied.

"Not this, I've been to the houses of other Marines and they didn't look like this."

"I may have a touch of OCD and keep my house spotless. But I promise I didn't clean it or anything special beyond what I normally do."

"I was about to say 'what the heck do you need a maid for?' What could I possibly clean in this house?"

I laughed, "Yeah, not much and to be honest if you started moving things to clean or change the position of anything you'd be liable to give me a heart attack. I know where everything is and I'd have a stroke if you messed up my system."

She opened a cupboard and peered inside, "Oh my god, you're a freak of nature. Please tell me these food cans aren't alphabetized?"

"Uh... yeah... uh... maybe a little."

She started laughing, "This is too funny. Were you always like this or is it a Marine thing?"

"I've always been like this. I came into boot camp and was amazed that not everybody in the Marines is the same. Hell, it's part of the reason I joined, I like the structure."

"This is too funny."

I showed her the rest of the house and we ended at the spare bedroom. As she looked around her eyes were drawn to the outfit hanging from a hook on the closet door.

She walked over to it and gave it an inspection.

"Well, it's certainly small," looking back at me.

I smiled and shrugged.

It was the maids outfit. Like most, it was black, with white lace trim, a matching white lace headpiece and black satin ribbon choker. As she looked back at me I pointed to the pair of black fishnet thigh high stockings in a package on the end table next to the bed.

She nodded and went back to her inspection. She pulled one side away from the closet and looked at the back, "Oh wow," she breathed.

As promised, it was backless.

"You weren't kidding were you?"

I shrugged.

"Just this huh? No ruffled panties?"

"I not gonna force you, but no, no panties," I said.

Sighing, she looked at me, "So what now?"



"Where would you like to eat?"

She raised an eyebrow at me.

God she was beautiful, it was hard to not stare at her full sensual lips, and did she practice that pose for god's sake? One eyebrow arched, hand on her hip, one leg bent... it practically oozed sex appeal. She had to do that on purpose, nobody was this damn sexy on accident. While she was thinking she chewed on her lower lip.


Resisting the urge to cross the room, grab her and kiss her I settled for a, "Well?"

"Hmmmm, how bout Italian?"

"Sounds great, I know a little place not too far from here. Let me change real quick and we'll go."

"Great, while you change, I'll grab my bag from the car and put it in the spare room."

"Sounds good, I said as I ran to my room and threw on a pair of black slacks and a dark red collared shirt.

We hopped in my black Ford Explorer SUV and I drove to the restaurant, we chatted about inconsequential things and quickly arrived. We ordered a bottle of wine and I got shrimp scampi while she ordered a chicken alfredo. We talked and ate and had a nice time. For dessert we ordered a crème brule to share. By this time she'd already had a few glasses and seemed to be feeling good.

"It's not that I don't want to have fun or that I'm a spoiler, but how about we hold off on any more wine?" I said.

She raised an eyebrow at me. I swear she practiced that move.

"I don't want anything to ruin tonight, and too much alcohol might hurt my 'chance.'" I said while making air quotes.

"So, let's be honest, this chance you talk about. What do you mean by it?" she asked.

"If you mean do I want a one night stand, then that's a no."

"Really? That's a little surprising," she stated.

"What am I, 18, 20? One night stands are for college frat boys. Will I sleep with you if given a chance? Hell yes! Is that all I'm looking for? Nope. As for what more than that," I shrugged. "Who knows, I'm not running away from anything and if I end up in a relationship, that's fine. If not, so be it."

"I like that, I'm not looking for anything specific, and I think too many people make that mistake. Girls are like, 'I want a boyfriend,'" she clasped her hands together, rolled her eyes and used a mocking girl tone as she said it. "Then they jump into a relationship that's bad for both of them. Better to not expect anything and whatever happens is what works."

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