Apartment Eight Makes A Golden Challenge - Sex Stories

Apartment Eight Makes A Golden Challenge

... “yes, get on with it” look. Carie absorbed a hard chug from her bottle of beer and then reached into her purse. She pulled out the post-it note, the contract for their little side-bet, and slapped it down on the hardwood bar. She sat back with a smug look on her face and took another swig from her beer, her second bottle. Arms crossed, Vasily remained numb to her theatrics. His lips barely parted as he nodded curtly and said, “I lost bet. I am your bitch.” Carie’s sharp, black eyebrows twitched and then she burst into laughter. Oh lord, he was adorable. Her towering, stoned-face, brooding neighbour was so… fucking… adorable. She took a deep breath and sighed languidly. She called to the bartender, “Miss? Do you have a piece of paper and a pen?” Behind the counter, a young woman with frizzy peach-coloured hair smiled and walked over to where they were seated. She pulled a pad of paper and pen from the back pocket of her cut-off shorts. As she handed them to Carie, she shifted her eyes none too discretely over towards Vasily. The smile on her ruby lips edged much sharper, her green eyes fluttering at the man. “I like your ink,” the bartender said, nodding at Vasily’s tattoos. She turned around a little and pulled at the sleeve of her top, exposing a large dragonfly etched around the back of her shoulder. “This is my little piece of art.” Vasily tilted his head. It was hard to tell, but he looked appreciative. “You can take a closer look if you’d like,” the bartender said. She ...

... leaned over the counter, her ample cleavage hoisted on the hardwood. “This is my bitch,” Carie chimed in, grinning. She reached up and patted Vasily on the shoulder. She was giggling, but there was an underlying territorial tone in her voice. “Lucky girl.” The bartender cocked her brow towards her then stole one more admiring glance towards Vasily before strolling away, accentuating her butt with a spicy wiggle. Carie ignored the woman and grinned at Vasily then started to write. Vasily frowned slightly, scratching the scruff on his chin as he watched her. He realized too late that he probably should have told her to decide what his punishment would be before she started imbibing. While he was often impressed by how her petite frame managed to handle a good quantity of liquor --apart from her immediate “Asian glow”-- Carie always came up with her more wild ideas after tanking up a bit. It was enough to put a wrinkle of concern in his mind. Carie wrote quickly. She knew way before her first beer what would be his penalty for losing their bet. She pushed the paper over to him on the bar counter. Vasily leaned on the rail, tilting his aside to look at what she had written. He was hesitant to actually pick it up. He read aloud, “‘Fawns Over Foxes. Wednesday night. 7:00 p.m.’” “You be there at 7:00. I’ll be there at 8:00,” Carie noted. Vasily shook his head, not understanding. “What is Fawns Over Foxes?” he asked. Carie squinted at him and smiled. “You’re a computer engineer,” she ...