Vicki's Story Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

Vicki's Story Ch. 06

... to my office.

As I pulled up into the parking lot, I was blown away by how many cars there were. Unloading my clubs I went in search of Dad. As I was wandering around, who should I bump into but Connie. Strutting around like a peacock with her glass of champagne. She looked down her nose at me. "What are you looking at? Just because we don't enter a team, doesn't mean I wouldn't be attending."

I grinned. "Have fun."

I couldn't believe the people we were teamed up with. Just about every important businessman from town was here today and Dad knew them all. He introduced me to most of them as we were gathered together waiting to tee off and he made sure to point me in the direction of the ones who would be the most valuable.

As we were heading for the first tee another person joined our group apologizing for being late. As I looked at the tall sleazy idiot Grant Bellows, I stumbled a little. I couldn't breathe as Dad introduced him to us all. When he got to me I saw his eyes brighten. "Well hello gorgeous, fancy meeting you again." He tried to pick up my hand but I snatched it away. He looked hurt. "What's the matter sweet cheeks, don't you like me? Guess I should have expected that after you kicked me outs your party."

I turned away. "Yeah, I am afraid I don't like dickheads."

He pulled back. "Whoa hang on sweetheart, I was just trying to be nice." I turned away I noticed Dad looking strangely at me. I turned back towards him and hissed sarcastically. ...

... "And I am not your sweet cheeks either."

As we were getting ready to tee off, the bets started. One of the players bet Dad ten grand that he would beat him by two shots. As I listened in, it was obvious all the bets were going towards the charity. Bellows Bet Dad he and his partner would beat us...he was offering ten grand as well. If we played badly, Dad would have to put up twenty grand.

We teed off and it was apparent, Dad's friend was at least as good a player as Dad. I hit a pretty good shot. Bellows, not so good. He tried too hard and sliced a terrible shot. He was too busy showing off, trying to impress me. We won the hole easily. As we were waiting to tee off on the next tee, Bellows asked "Would you like to go out to dinner with me later?"

I sneered. "Not a chance in hell."

He wouldn't let go. "Well then what say we take out a little side bet."

"A bet. What sort of bet?" I asked.

He laughed. "Well, let's say, if you lose you have to go out to dinner with me."

I sniggered. "Yeah and what do I get out of it?"

He pretended to be thinking about it. "Tell you what. If I lose I will throw in another twenty grand."

I looked over at Dad and he had a bit of a grin on his face. I reached out my hand and we shook. "Deal."

Over the next couple of holes, it was pretty close but, I decided I would use the tools available to me. I made sure he could see me bending over or playing with my hair. I smiled sexily and as we progressed, his game fell apart ...