Wanna Bet? - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet?

“I’m telling you, the problem is in the customer master,” he told the stubborn developer.

“I think it’s in the product master. They’re not having a problem with any other products on the site!” she argued.

“But no other customer has a problem with that product!”

“True, but you ought to know better than anyone that not all products are the same on all sites sinceyou’re the one who made us add that functionality!” she argued, revisiting an old argument from months ago.

“You know very well it was a customer who made us do that, not me!”

“Yeah, I know. And the damn customer is always right, but I still wish we hadn’t done that. Anyway, I’m going to set up a test to find the problem and fix the code.”

“It’s in the customer!” he poked at her again with a smile.

“Wanna bet?” she challenged.

“Sure! Twenty bucks?”

“No. Not enough,” she countered.

“Fifty?”

“No, I’m thinking of something more provocative!” she said as she stood with both hands on the surface of his desk, leaning toward him aggressively.

“What have you got in mind?”

She smiled, wondering whether she should go for it.

Desirae had come to Eric’s company as part of a large consulting team to implement a huge software system for the company’s overall management. Her expertise was in sales and distribution, one of the more challenging modules, as customers were the hardest to change.

As the project manager, Eric met with her frequently as each new problem arose. He enjoyed talking ...

... with the pretty Belgian whose English was impeccable but spoken with more than a hint of a French accent.

She was taller than average, with a face that could be both stern and unyielding but also adorable, especially when she smiled. Her body was unremarkable but for one trait: a perfectly shaped ass. He groaned inside every time she walked out of his office with tight clothes that emphasized the deep cleft between her cheeks.

It was a challenging project with constant stress on the team to meet many interim deadlines. To help diffuse the tension, Eric arranged happy hour parties for the entire team at some restaurant or bar. As the liquor flowed, the pressure eased, and the tongues loosened. More than once, he’d been alone with Desirae, the flirting and innuendos increasing with the amount of alcohol consumed.

He wasn’t aggressive with women, though, and he missed many chances with his respectful attitude. Such was the case with Desirae, and the project ended after almost two years, leaving him wondering again whether he missed his chance when, upon saying goodbye, she kissed him lightly on the lips.

He was pleasantly surprised when she called, saying she was looking for work. Even more unexpected was that she wondered if he’d hire her as a full-time employee. She was tired of the uncertainties of the consulting life and had liked living in Florida during his project. Though he now oversaw all the developers, he still had to get approval to hire her.

“It’ll be ...