Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... me the car like you promised, or you’re going to wish you did.” He put one hand to his mouth in a mockery of fear. “Ooh, what are you going to do, kick my ass? I’m so scared.” As much as I might have wanted to beat the crap out of me, Todd did outclass me physically. Always had, and even before he’d started working out, while growing up he made good use of his two year advantage to be a bully. “Or maybe you’ll tell somebody and ruin my reputation. Oh, but wait, you can’t, cause then everyone’d know what you do to your s****r.” He had me there, too. “You ask me, you got to fuck a girl who was out of your league, that’s prize enough. Put the hundred away, you’re not buying anything.” He reached into his wallet and pulled out a few fifties. “Here, this is what the bet was worth. I’ll give you that much and we’ll call it even.” I didn’t like the feeling of impotent rage. Impotent anything isn’t a good feeling for a guy like me. I took the money, though. “Mark my words,” I said, putting the bill back in my wallet, along with the money he gave me. “We’re not even. This is just a down payment. As far as I’m concerned, you still owe me the rest of price of that car, and someday, I’ll take it out of you. One way or another.” I turned away to his laughing. It took a long time before I made good on that promise, but in the meantime I had smaller forms of payback. It would certainly be the last time he touched Faith. For everyone else, the going rate was $100 a fuck. For him, it was ...

... would be the price of a brand new BMW. I don’t care if his was used. Call it interest. I called Jeanette later that day. “He called me and broke up with me,” she said. “So I guess you told him.” “Yeah,” I said. “Didn’t quite go as planned though.” I told her how Todd had welched on the bet. “Shit,” she said. “So I guess that means I’m out a car, too.” I liked her a little more for that, she assumed that she shared my luck. But I wasn’t entirely lying about the code of honor thing. “No,” I said. “A deal’s a deal. I keep my word. I’ll still sell you mine, just give me a couple days to get something else sorted out?” “Oh,” she said, pleasantly surprised. “Sure.” I used some of the money I got over Christmas and bought an even shittier used car, and then, in early January, met Jeanette one more time to give her my old one. She took the keys and paper, looked at them in her hand as though she could hardly believe it herself, and smiled. “I guess I’m taking the car, this really means I’m a whore, doesn’t it?” I chuckled. “I guess so. But there’s a lot of worse things you could be.” An honest whore’s better than a welcher. She ruffled my hair playfully. “Hey, I’d still rather not go with jailbait, but… look me up when you hit eighteen.” “Sure.” I waved goodbye, and she got into the car and drove away. Losing that car was a disappointment, but, just before I gave it to Jeanette, I had some news that tempered the sting a little. It was the last weekend of freedom before we had to go back ...