Wins and Losses, Shots and Massages

"One, two three...........go." Down it went, the clear fluid in the tiny glass drained down each of their throats. She grinned and looked at him, he had a slightly more disgusted look on his face and she couldn't help but laugh a little. "Jesus Richard, you look like you just swallowed cough syrup or something." She chuckled. "What was all that stuff about you liking vodka and being a drinker?" Still laughing a little since he really did have a truly disgusted look on his face, a little bit of the vodka left at the bottom of his shot glass. "Ohhhhhhhh, and you didn't even finish it all. Ha!! I win." She declared.

"Pffft, that's not fare. That was a practice shot." He retorted. "Its been awhile since I really drank much of anything, much less anything hard. I told you that before." Taking a drink of the soda he had next to him to wash down the acrid taste. "Now the next one ill beat you on."

She rolled her eyes and chuckled a bit more and poured each of them another shot as they sat in her living room, music playing in the background. As she looked over at him she shook her head to herself, wondering just how he could be comfortable in those black slacks, black suit jacket and white button down that was buttoned all the way except for a single button at the throat. He looked like he was dressed for an interview, not a night of drinking with an old friend. "Alright ill give ya that as a free one but this next one counts. And for the record, I'm giving you that last one as a courtesy." She handed him his shot glass full of clear, odorless, fine vodka he had brought. "You don't down the whole thing and that's a point to me."

Smirking he had that arrogant look on his face, like he was king of the world or something. "Is it now? And just what is it we're playing for? What do you get if you win? And more importantly what do I get if I win?" Before she could answer he knocked back his shot, making sure to drain the glass this time. Looking back at her with a grin.

"Damn" she thought, he really had needed the first one as practice. It wasn't like it mattered cause like he said, he hadn't drank for awhile and she had a few weekends where she had had some fun with friends lately so her tolerance was much better than his. Not to be outdone she kicked hers back before answering him, emptying the contents of her glass completely as well. He filled each of the glasses as she answered. "Not sure your man enough to be playin me for anything there preppy, not sure if you can handle it." Picking up her glass and looking at him, still in that damned business suit. The only thing not business casual about him was the silver chain around his neck that had a small cracked quartz crystal with a purple amethyst attached to it. "But if you think your up to it, lets go for something small. If you win, ill give you a massage, same for me if I win, you give me one."

"Fair enough." Raising his glass in a small salute then downing his, careful to drain the entire thing as they sat across from one another, a coffee table between them. She raised hers back to him then downed her own. As she was drinking he's he smiled to himself, she was rather attractive in her tank top and boxer shorts, it was a simple outfit but it clung to her slightly curvy body and slightly muscular physique. "Not bad for a girl there short stuff".

Raising a delicate eyebrow and looking at him. "Really now? Well you just keep thinkin that there preppy, cause here pretty soon I'm gonna be layin on my stomach with you rubbing my shoulders, back, and legs until I fall asleep. Then you get to go off to sleep all by your lonesome with no massage to help you." Ginning innocently. Refilling the glasses again and then downing hers before he had a chance to retort.

Not wasting time he downed his and poured again. This went on a couple more times before it was her turn to pour again. As she was pouring he was starting to wonder when she'd slow down, he had only met one other woman who could drink this way and that had been his friends ex-girlfriend but she could only do it with tequila.

As she poured she began to think he'd never start to show any signs of drunkenness. Not that she wanted him too drunk, just drunk enough to massage her until she fell asleep. It had been awhile since any guy had just simply massaged her to sleep and not fucked her to sleep. She wasn't exactly paying attention to what she was doing and a little of the vodka spilled over the rim of the shot glass. "Damnit, could you get me a wash cloth off the sink please?" He nodded and as he stood and began to walk to the kitchen she noticed he was a little off in his footing and a large smile spread over her face. That was his secret, if he sat still then he could probably go on for awhile more but when he stood he could feel it and showed it more. He was drunk already, he was just hiding it. When he came back he took off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, a black t-shirt beneath it and even removed his belt from his slacks and then removed his pants, black silk boxers on underneath. He must have been getting hot in all that clothing plus the effects of the alcohol.

He tossed her the wash cloth and was just sitting down when she stood up and handed him his glass. "Giving up so soon Kelly? I thought you were a big girl and could handle your alcohol? Admitting defeat?"

She shook her head. "No, just stretching my legs." Raising the glass in a salute to him she smirked. "To victory." She was toasting him, knowing he'd do the same so as not to look bad.

Standing up he raised his glass in a similar, less steady salute. "To victory." She downed hers as he watched and he attempted to do the same with his. Again, he made that disgusted face and a thin layer of liquid was left in his glass which he all but dropped. Before she even said a word, he knew he'd lost.

"Oh that's just too bad there preppy, I almost thought you might make it. Guess I win, I get to claim my prize now." Giggling a little, she was a little inebriated herself by now.

"Hey now, that doesn't count. I was.........that is to say if you consider the fact that we were both standing and technically a toast would indicate that we were holding back the contest temporarily so...." But before he could finished she cut in.

"Typical preppy, gonna try and talk your way outta it this time and not just fess, up take it like a man and admit you lost and give me my winnings?" Raising a brow and giving him her most determined look.

He couldn't tell if this was a guilt trip maneuver or if she was truly irritated but he stood up a little straighter and nodded. "Alright, you won, fair and square." A little sigh. "I owe ya a massage, so come here and give ya the best I got."

"Oh no, not in here. I wanna be able to fall asleep in my bed comfortably, not out here on the couch where your gonna be. Come." Giggling to herself since she said the last part like he was a pet. She was already in her sleeping clothes so it didn't really matter if she just fell asleep on the couch but she wanted to sleep on her big comfy bed.

Shaking his head he followed her into the bedroom, watching as she laid down on the bed, her hair short enough it wouldn't get in the way of rubbing or massaging her neck or shoulders. As she made herself comfortable he steadied himself, the alcohol sort of impair his movement and sight a little. He straddled her back and warmed his hands by blowing on them then reached down and began to gently and light rub her neck in slow circles. His hands moved out to her shoulders to do the same then back it and up her neck gently to her temples then back down. As his hands went back to her neck he began to apply pressure now, making sure to rub and caress out the kinks and knots. He took his time, moving out to her shoulders and rubbing them firmly, even hard in the more knotty places. She had fairly white skin, soft and creamy with freckles here and there. Something about her smelled good too, a fruit like smell that permeated her whole body. Her hair was shoulder length and a reddish brown color.

Sighing she couldn't help but groan a little as he worked out some of her more irritating knots. "Mmmm, lower preppy...." His hands moving down her back now, his body moving down as he basically sat on her ass now. Unknowingly she wiggled her butt up against him and sighed again. "....ahhh, yeah there ya go."

Had she just wiggled her ass or was that the vodka in his head? If it was her ass was firm and shot some rather good feeling throughout his body. He ignored it and just kept rubbing her back down to her ass then switched to her legs. Her back felt muscular and firm as did her sides. She had developed the body of an athlete, and something about that was turning him on. His erection was pressed against her ass now, he hoped she was drunk enough not to notice. After finishing her back he sat to a side. Taking time with each leg until they too were massaged to their maximum without hurting her.

"Mmmm, thanks preppy. That was damned good and I'm so sleepy now. Thank you, for owning up to it. I guess since you were a man and paid your debt you get a consolation prize. If ya want, the beds big enough for two, you don't have to sleep on the couch." That said she closed her eyes and laid her head on the pillow and drifted off to sleep.

His last thoughts before drifting off to sleep beside her, his back to her, was "Did she just offer her bed to me?" and with that he just drifted off.