A Friendly Wager Chapter Six

By dc2469

This is a work of fiction, meant for adults only.




It must have been having a beautiful woman in my bed that caused it. I had forgotten to 
turn on the alarm clock. With my eyes still closed, I tightened the grip of my arms, 
around the naked body, spooned against me. My face was buried in her dark hair. I 
opened my eyes, and lifted my head, to get a look at the clock. When I saw it my eyes 
snapped open.

I gave Angie a squeeze, "Hey, come on, wake up. Come on, we over slept."

Angie's head popped up at that, "Oh God," she said scrambling out of the bed, heading to 
the bathroom. "How late?"

"It's after seven," I answered following her.

We showered quickly, dressed and rushed out to the elevator. When the door opened, it 
was empty. We jumped on, and I stabbed the lobby button, and started holding down the 
door close button.

As we started down, Angie leaned in close to the stainless steel door, and fished a lipstick 
out of her bag. As she started to put it on, I stepped behind her. When we were getting 
ready, I was in the bathroom, but saw through the mirror, she slipped on a pair of undies. 
As she was standing there, I dropped my hands down to her thighs, just above her knees, 
and slid my hands and her skirt up to her hips. 

Angie squealed, jumped, and tried to twist away. "What are you doing, we're late?"

"This will only take a second," I said, gripping the waistband of her panties. I dropped to 
the floor and took them with me, letting her skirt fall back into place. "Step out."

"I have to go to work. I can't be at work with no underwear," she said, looking at me as I 
stood up with them in my hand. I don't think she even realized that she had stepped out 
of them.

"Yes you can. Who will know? If you don't say anything, I promise I won't either," I 
said with a smile.

"Ha ha. Please, I can't be there all day without them. Someone will notice," she pleaded.

Just then the elevator came to a stop, and the doors started to open. Angie didn't move, so 
I stepped around her looking at my watch, "You know we're really late, I have to get 
going."

"WAIT," she shouted. Turning red, she rushed after me, and grabbed my arm as I was 
striding for the front door.

She was at a trot trying to match my pace. "Please can I have them back?"

We were just getting to the doors, and I slowed my step, "What these?" I said, dangling  
them down in front of her. 

Angie gasped and snatched at them. I jerked them out of reach, and stuffed them in my 
jacket pocket, as we walked past a smiling doorman.

As we walked through the door, I gave her a little push, as she had to go in the opposite 
direction. "I'll call you later," I said waving, and walking away.

"You just wait buddy," she snarled at me.

Well, if my being late had been the worst thing that happened that day, it would have 
made my life so much easier. Unfortunately, it wasn't. It seemed like all the problems 
were stemming from one source, outside venders. I had no way of knowing if it was how 
we handled them, or they us.

With only one side of the story, I needed to find out for myself. By two o'clock in the 
afternoon, I had set up meetings with most of the key suppliers. It was going to take me a 
couple of days, but it was something that had to be done. 

That done I called Angie, she had been on my mind all day. Every time I felt the small 
bulge in my jacket pocket, I thought about her at her desk at work. I went over and closed 
my office door, then settled back in my chair. After going through the automated system, 
I finally got to dial Angie's extension. 

"Hello, This is Angie," she said picking up.

"Ah, there's my little slut," I half whispered into the phone. 

I heard a slight gasp, and the rustling sound of the phone being moved. "Please don't say 
things like that when I'm at work," she whispered.

I laughed out loud into the receiver, "Do you think you're any less of a slut because 
you're at work? It's not like they can hear what I'm saying, unless I'm on speaker. You 
don't have me on the speaker phone do you?"

"No I don't have the speaker phone on. It's just embarrassing to hear you say that to me 
while I'm here," she said.

"So are you trying to tell me you're not my slut while you're at work?" I asked.

There was a long pause, when she saw that I wasn't going to let it pass she said, "N.. no 
that's not what I'm saying. It's just. it's just that I don't think like that when I'm here," 
she said in a rush.

"You mean to tell me you're sitting at your desk, with no panties on, and you don't think 
about it?" I asked chuckling. "I bet that little bald pussy of yours has been creaming all 
day."

"Please, Kathy is sitting just a few yards away, and she knows something is going on," 
she whispered.

"That must mean you are blushing again, and you're only blushing because you know it's 
true. Now listen, as much as I would like to sit here and embarrass you for the rest of the 
day, I can't. I have to go out of town for a couple of days. I won't be back until Friday."

"But you didn't say anything about that this morning," she said.

"I didn't know it this morning. Something came up, and I have to go out and see some 
key suppliers. It will only take a couple of days," I told her.

"Okay, but I left all my things in your room," she said in a subdued voice.

"I have to go pack a bag," I said. "I'll tell the desk to give you a key when you come in. 
Just tell them you're my slut," I said laughing.

"You wouldn't dare," she gasped. "Please don't."

"I should, I'm sure they all know by now anyway. Just give them your name. It's really 
unfortunate. I was looking forward to seeing you after a day without your undies."

"I was looking forward to it too," she said quietly. "So you'll be back by Friday?"

"Yes, my last meeting is set for Friday morning, and I'm booked on a flight due in here at 
four-thirty in the afternoon. If there are any problems with anything call my cell," I said, 
and gave her my cell number.

"I wish you didn't have to go, but I know you're here on business. I'll call you on 
Friday," she said.

"Okay, be a good girl, I'll see you Friday," I said, and hung up.

I colleted everything I was going to need, packed up my laptop, and headed back to the 
hotel to pack. My flight was three hours away, but I know from experience, with the 
increased security, it takes longer. I fly a lot, so as far as I'm concerned, they can strip 
search us. It beats getting scraped off of some farmer's field, with a stick and a spoon.

I went down to the front desk. I recognized the lady behind the counter from the other 
night, when I had marched Angie through the lobby in her little slut suit. Giving her my 
room number I said, "I'll be out of town for a couple of days. I'm sure you remember that 
beautiful young lady I was with the other night?" she turned a little red that I'd brought it 
up, but nodded. "She will be stopping in, please give her a key to my room. Just her, no 
one else."

"I understand sir, I'm on duty all evening, and I'll make sure she gets it, have a safe trip, 
I'll see you when you return," she said with a smile.

I went up to my room, and packed my things. They had been in to straighten the place up 
already. I went around and gathered up anything that I might need for the meetings. I 
picked up my jacket, and was looking for my key, when I pulled out Angie's panties. 
Smiling, I gripped them and gave a quick tug on the waistband as I walked over to the 
bed. Tossing the torn scrap of material on the center of the bed, I hoped Angie would take 
the hint.

The room phone rang. The pretty lady at the front desk was calling to tell me that my 
shuttle to the airport was here. Grabbing all my things, I headed out the door.

Wednesday went fine. All the meeting I had set up went smooth, and I was even close to 
being on schedule. That night all I had energy for was getting things ready for the next 
day.

Thursday started off great, but at about eleven that morning, I got a call from the person I 
was set up to meet Friday. It seems he was having some supply problems of his own, so 
he couldn't make our meeting. I spent my lunchtime making arrangements to get me on a 
plane that night. I finally got it done, and decided to let Angie know.

I called her at work, again going through the automated system to get to her desk. 

After three rings, "Hello, this Kathy, can I help you?"

"Ah . ., hello, I was trying to reach Angie," I said. "Did I punch in the wrong extension?"

"No, this is Angie's desk. Is this Jon?" she asked.

"No, this is not Jon. Do you know how I can reach Angie?" I asked.

"Mmm, well if this isn't Jon, then it must be Daniel," she said. I could almost hear the 
smile on her face.

"Can you tell me how to get in touch with Angie, or not?" I said.

"Touchy, aren't we?" she said. "Look, if I don't know who this is, why would I tell you 
anything about a friend of mine?"

"YES, my name is Dan, and I'm a friend of Angie's. Now would you please tell me how 
to get in touch with her," I said getting a little mad.

"From what I hear, you're more then a friend," I could hear that smile again.

I laughed. "Okay, I'm more then a friend, and I know who you are. I was just trying to 
get hold of Angie to tell her I was going to be back a day early. Do you know how I can 
get a hold of her?"

"Well she'll be glad to hear that. I don't know what you did to her, but she has changed 
in the last week," she said.

"All I did, was treat her like a woman," I said. 

"Well whatever you did, it shows. She has been as happy as I have ever seen her. It 
seems like her whole attitude has changed. She acts different, dresses different; she even 
walks, and stands different. I sit close by, and I catch her staring off into space, and 
blushing. What did you do to her anyway?"

"I told you, all I did was treat her like a woman. The only difference is, I treat her like 
MY woman. Most of you, treat her like a boss, or a friend, you don't see her like I do. 
When I look at her, it's more like what can I do with her now, not should I ask her what 
she wants."

"Well, she's been walking around all starry eyed all week. She said she had some things 
to take care of, and took today and tomorrow off. It's not like she couldn't use the time. I 
don't think she has even taken a sick day from here in years. You might be able to get a 
hold of her at home. Do you have her number?" she asked.

"Yes I have the number, but I'll be in meetings for the rest of the day, so I'll wait, and try 
and get in touch with her when I get back," I said.

"Okay, but she'll be disappointed that you didn't get a hold of her," Kathy said.

"Don't worry I'll get a hold of her one way or another," I said, doing some smiling of my 
own.

"I bet you will. She told me some of the things you've done to her. I wish you could have 
seen her on the phone with you the other day. I don't know what you said but she was 
blushing so bad, I thought she was going to climb under her desk," she said laughing. 
"What did you do to her anyway, I don't think she left her desk more then once that 
whole day."

"I sent her to work without any underwear," I said matter of factly.

"My God, no wonder she wouldn't get up. She has always been the conservative one. 
Other then not wearing a bra, she is one of the most prim and proper women I know," she 
said.

"I've been working on that," I said.

"That's an understatement, I have never even seen her with a hair out of place, now she 
has a kind, of softer look. She seems a little more comfortable with the way she looks. 
Hell, she has finally noticed how she looks. " Kathy said. "Look, I've got to run. Try to 
get in touch with her; she'll be disappointed if you don't. Gotta go, bye," she said 
hanging up the phone.

I hung up the phone, and looked at my watch, there was no way I had time to try and call 
Angie at home. If I didn't get in touch with her, I would call her from in town tomorrow. 
I went back to the meeting, and made it to the two others that I had set up. 

Because I changed my flight, I was stuck on will call. I didn't get a flight out until seven 
o'clock that evening. I spent my time in the lounge, taking up a whole table. I was putting 
all my notes, and things on the computer. I hooked it to my cell phone, and e-mailed 
some information to some people at the main office. 

On the plane I finished typing up the all of the things I had to discuss with the guys back 
at the office. I hadn't planned on being back on Friday, and I hadn't told anyone at the 
office that I was getting back early. I figured I might sneak an extra day off. I mean, if 
Angie already had the time off, we could probably find something to do with our time.

The plane ride was uneventful, and with only one lay over. We hit town at about ten-
thirty Thursday night. Half an hour later I was getting out in front of the hotel. A valet 
with a luggage cart tried to help me with my things, but I waved him off, grabbed my 
things and started for the elevator.

Once in my room, I threw my dirty close in the hamper, and hung up what I hadn't had a 
chance to use. I unpacked my shaving kit, and finally spread out the last of the stuff I had 
to get taken care of while it was all still fresh in my mind. At a quarter past mid-night I 
had had enough. I closed up my laptop, stripped down to my boxers and crawled into 
bed.

When my eyes snapped open, I was looking at the clock. It was two-thirty. Something 
had woken me up. I lay there and listened, then the door opened, and the light from the 
hall lit up Angie as she stepped in. I lay there watching her, and not making a sound. She 
walked over to the chair by the bed, and turned away as she took off her jacket.

She was wearing a pair of jeans that showed her ass off beautifully, and a tight pull over 
shirt. As she reached for the light, I grabbed her wrist and yanked her to me in the bed. 
Angie screamed, and tried to hit me with her other hand. 

"What the hell are you doing here," I said, pinning both of her arms to her sides.

"Jesus, you scared the shit out of me. What are you doing here?" she said.

"I live here. What are you doing here?" I asked.

Angie quit struggling, and tried to avoid looking at me. "I was going to spend the night 
here. I wasn't expecting you to be here."

"Well if you weren't expecting me to be here, why are you here?" I asked.

It took her a minute to respond to the question. "I told Jon I was staying here through the 
weekend. Something is going on with him, and I was trying to figure out what it was. I 
took today and tomorrow off from work. I was down the street from the house when he 
got home. At eight o'clock he left, and I followed him. He drove into the city, to the 
business district. He parked in a garage, and when I followed him in, I lost him. He had 
parked and left, before I found his car. I spent some time looking, but I couldn't tell 
where he had gone. I went back to the house and waited. He got home about half an hour 
ago."

"What are you expecting to find out?" I asked, pulling her face up by the chin. "Do you 
think he's cheating on you? I mean if that's all it is, what's the problem? It's not like 
you're being exactly faithful to him. If he is going out to find something on the side, what 
harm can it do?"

"What do you mean, what harm can it do?" she said, trying to look at me through the 
darkness.

I pushed her up so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed, and reached for the light 
switch. I turned on the light, and we both flinched from the sudden brightness. Angie had 
her hair pulled back into a French braid that went down to the small of her back. The 
navy blue top she was wearing, ended at the waistband of her jeans, and the jeans, as I 
said earlier, fit her like a glove. She had not worn a belt and they kind of gaped open at 
the back, while she was sitting there. I smiled, because I saw that I was going to get to 
destroy another pair of her panties.

"What I mean is, do you think it should be alright that you have found some one on the 
side, but get all jealous if Jon has? It's not like he's getting much at home. And I know 
that because his wife has been spending her nights in my bed." She blushed at my saying 
that. "Now, if you're not there what difference does it make if he goes out, and finds 
some on the side?"

"But . but he sent me out to find you. I wouldn't have done it on my own. Jon was the 
one that started this," she said, her eyes tearing up.

"Listen to yourself. What difference does it make how it started? Look if you want your 
husband, I'm sure all you have to do is call him. Tell him to be at home tonight, and he 
will be there. It's your choice," I said, getting out of bed and putting on a T-shirt.

"But, what happens then?" she said, looking up at me.

"That is up to the two of you. If you think you can make each other happy, I think you 
should go and work at it for the rest of your lives. When I say work, I mean work. It takes 
work in any relationship. If you want to make it work, it will," I said. "Look, as you can 
tell from our time together, I'm not much of a role model, for the ideal sharing 
relationship. If that is what you want, you should know by now that I don't much go for 
that kind of thing.'

"You also know, at least to some extent, what the future holds. My time here is limited. 
Unless something changes, I am expected back at the main office. Now, it's up to you," I 
said looking at her. "That said, I have enjoyed our time together very much. I would look 
forward to another week together, but I don't know anything beyond that."

Angie dropped her head, "So, now what am I supposed to do?" she said sobbing. 

"Are you asking me?" I said.

Angie nodded. Her face was streaked, and her nose was running.

I snatched a couple of tissues from a box on the table. "Wipe your face, and blow your 
nose." 

"That's not exactly what I had in mind. What I meant was, what am I supposed to do 
now, about my marriage?" she said sniffing.

"Are you worried that Jon is out having an affair, while you're here? What do you want 
me to tell you? He might be. I didn't really figure him that way, but what the hell do I 
know, I've never even met him. What I am trying to figure out is why does it matter? If 
you want him for your self, go get him. Jesus you're his wife, you have the inside track 
already. We both already know, all you have to do is tell him what to do, and he'll do it. 
So if he is what you want, and you're worried that you'll lose him, you should do what 
you have to."

"You make it sound so easy," she said looking at her hands.

"That's because for me it is easy. When I saw you, I wanted you. I went after you, and 
here you are. I wanted it, so I made it happen. You have the power to do the same thing. 
You are here with me now, if you want to stay, stay. If you go, go. But whatever you 
chose, you are going to be the one making the choice.'

"Don't get me wrong, if you choose to stay, nothing between us will change. You will do 
what I say, when I tell you, but I'm not going to force you to stay," I said grabbing my 
jeans off the floor. "I know this isn't a lot of time, but. I am going down the hall to get 
us a couple of sodas, when I come back, I want an answer," I said starting for the door.

I walked down the hall to the small room that contained a variety of vending machines. 
Using a couple of dollar bills, I bought a couple of diet sodas, and slowly made my way 
back to my room. 

I opened the door with my key, and went into the room. My heart sank a little, when I 
saw it was empty. I walked over, and set the sodas down, and leaned on the dresser. I 
guess I shouldn't have been surprised, that she had chosen to try and save her marriage. I 
hoped that if that were what she wanted, it would work out for the two of them.

As I turned away from the dresser, the bathroom door opened. Angie walked into the 
room, and stood about five feet from me. She was beat red, and wouldn't look up from 
the floor. She just stood there, her whole body trembling, her hands behind her back, hips 
pushed forward, wearing her little yellow slut suit. 

Just when I thought I had seen all of her, she comes out looking like this. She had pulled 
the waistband up high over her hips, and the front of the suit was well below her belly. 
She had pulled it up so far, that it was wedged between her lower lips. 

"Before you say anything, I have something to say to you first, then you can choose what 
you want to say to me a little more carefully." I walked past her, and into the center of the 
room, with Angie turning to follow my move. "I have been thinking since I first went out, 
that I had done the wrong thing. We had an agreement you and I. It might sound selfish, 
but I intend to hold you to it. I won you. You are mine for one more week. Now, it looks 
as though you had made a decision, before I came in. I'm glad you came to it on your 
own, but in the end it was my decision to make.' 

"All you really did by showing me how you felt was to tell me that I made the right 
decision. You belong to me. I won you. You're mine to do with as I want, for another 
week."

Angie just stood there. She had unbraided her hair. She had her head down, and her shiny 
hair was hiding her face. It was all kinked from being braided. She had brought her hands 
around to the front, and had her arms crossed, like she was holding herself.

"Now, it's really late. I know you have tomorrow off. Nobody in my office is expecting 
me back, so I'm taking the day off too. Go get in bed, and I'll let you tell me what you 
had to say. And this," I said plucking at the strap to her suit on my way by, "will just be 
in the way."

Angie turned to the bed, as she started to remove the tiny scrap of material. I went over to 
the bathroom and turned off the light. When I got to the bed, Angie was in there already, 
on her side facing away from me and had the covers pulled up to her neck. I turned off 
the light, got out of my T-shirt, and jeans, and climbed in and lay on my back.

We lay there in the dark, not saying anything. After a while I felt Angie moving. She 
rolled over and climbed on top of me. She laid her small body full out on me, and put her 
face in the crook of my neck. I reached down, grabbed the covers, and pulled them back 
up so that she was covered up. Again neither of us spoke. I think we both had a lot on our 
minds. 

Right up front in mine was that this could get to be a habit, real easy. I was beginning to 
care less and less, that she was married. What I'd said about not wanting to break up a 
marriage was true. It had been a long time since I'd even thought of having these kinds of 
feelings again.

I don't know how long I lay there. I woke up and we were just as we had been, with 
Angie on top of me. The only difference was that now I was inside her. I don't know how 
she managed that without waking me up, but who am I to complain. Sure beat the hell out 
of a wet dream.

Angie pushed herself up a little off me, so that she could look at me. "I know it's still a 
little early, but I didn't think you'd mind," she said smiling. "Besides, it's not my fault, I 
woke up here, and this," she said giving me a squeeze inside, "was trying to push me off 
of you. So I thought of a way to compromise."

"Well, it wasn't your mind that first attracted me to you, but it is fast becoming my 
favorite part," I said wrapping my arms around the small of her back. 

Angie put her hands on my chest, and pushed herself up. She looked at me through that 
wild mane of shiny dark hair. "So now you only want my mind?"

"I wouldn't go quite that far, but it's nice to know you're not just another pretty face with 
a nice ass," I said laughing.

"Ya, well it's not like you'd want to find out if I had brain if I didn't have a nice ass," she 
said.

"I'm hurt. You think I wouldn't want to get to know you if you didn't have a nice ass?" I 
asked.

"Let's put it this way, I don't think you would have been trying to pick me up in the bar, 
if you didn't like what you saw," she said.

"How very diplomatic of you. It may have been your ass that got you picked up, but it's 
your mind that keeps me interested. That and this hot little pussy of yours," I said as I 
pushed up into her.

Angie's back arched, and she started to roll her hips back and forth grinding her self into 
me. I lay there on my back watching her. She had her eyes closed, and was kind of 
murmuring something that I couldn't understand. I gave a quick upward shove with my 
hips. Angie's eyes popped open, her nails dug into my chest and she let out a squeak as 
she had a small orgasm.

"Try not to forget that I'm here," I said laughing up at her.

"That would be pretty hard to do, I was just getting used to having you in me again. I 
have to start over every time. You make me feel so full. I don't think I'll ever get tired of 
this feeling," she said.

I took hold of her hips, and pulled her up while I pushed my ass down into the bed, then 
thrust up into her. Her eyes were wide, and looking into mine, as we heard our selves 
smack together. "Don't worry I'll let you get as much practice as you want." I dropped 
my ass back down on the bed, while she stayed raised up on her knees.

Angie kept her eyes on mine as she lowered her self down against me again. When she 
hit bottom, she started to move back up. She was leaning forward, and pumping her hips, 
moving her self up and down on my cock. She dropped down onto her forearms, her hair 
covering them, and my chest, and I could feel her breath panting against me.

Angie closed her eyes and started to move her self faster on my cock. She was pumping 
hard, and we could hear the slap of her belly against me as she kept picking up speed. 
Finally her head arched back, her eyes closed, mouth open, and her body started to 
shutter. Her pussy started to spasm around my cock, and I couldn't hold out any longer. I 
started spurting deep into her belly, as she ground her self against me riding out the wave 
of her orgasm.
 
When her body quit shaking, Angie flattened her self on top of me again. We drifted off 
to sleep again with her still wrapped around my shrinking cock.

The End of Chapter Six

Hope you're not getting too board. Next chapter should answer some questions. 
See you next time. Same bat time. Same bat channel. 



 

  
