Apartment Eight Makes A Golden Challenge - Sex Stories

Apartment Eight Makes A Golden Challenge

... chirped as she approached him, “Game’s over. Hit the showers. Your team lost.” “I do not lose,” Vasily rumbled. “Uh, yeah, you did,” she said, waving at the scoreboard. “Do the math. You have enough fingers.” “2 to 1,” he said, reaching into his pocket. “What?” “I had three hits. You got me out one time only,” he elaborated. “Yeah, so?” Vasily produced a small, crumpled up post-it note. He read aloud, droning, “‘Apartment Seven hereby accepts Apartment Eight’s Golden Softball Challenge…’” “Wait.” Carie held up her hand and cocked her brow. “You still have that?” “I still have. Yes,” Vasily said as if answering if he were still a man. She shook her head. “We settled that two weeks ago.” He held it in front of her face. “No expiration date,” he pointed out. Carie’s jaw slid to the side as she stared at her handwriting. “Oh… yeah.” Vasily quietly pocketed the post-it and began walking to the dugout. As he passed Carie, who was still facing the outfield wall, he said, “Tonight, you are Vasily’s bitch.” Carie just hoped that she wouldn’t have to wear a mask.