Betcha (Closed for Fortran5885)

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Kimberly's long blonde hair blew in the breeze as she walked slowly towards the door. Her normal swagger had been replaced by a timid shuffle of her short, lean legs. She could feel the butterflies in the pit of her stomach as she approached the door, which seemed bigger to her than it actually was. Her mind was swimming and playing tricks on her. She couldn't believe she was doing this. She couldn't believe that she had been so careless and put herself in this position. She hated that she had fucked up and hated even more where she had to go as a last resort for help.

It all started so harmlessly. Her boyfriend, Chris, was cleaning off his desk and she was helping him shred some of the stuff. "Hey Kim, keep your eyes open for a white envelope with my brother's name on it. It has our UFC tickets in it," he said nonchalantly. He had been talking about going to the fights since he got the tickets. When he described the envelope, her heart sunk. She knew immediately that she had put the envelope through the shredder just a few moments before. She got very quiet. She thought about confessing, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She would think of something, even though hope seemed slim and she knew the event had long since sold out.

When she found out who the one person that might be able to help her was, she felt sick to her stomach. He had been a friend, well, a friend of some of her friends, but they hadn't spoken in a month. It hadn't been that long, and the emotions from that painful night were still raw. A night that had begun as a good time drinking together with him and his girlfriend took an unfortunate turn when he tried to get Kim into a three way with them. She freaked out and laid into both of them like she had never done to anyone before. She was appalled, disgusted and furious. She made it quite obvious she had no intention of ever seeing or talking to him again, but here she was, walking up to his door in a pair of khaki pants and a navy blue sweater. She knew he had some extra tickets that he was looking to sell them. She just needed to make a competitive offer and be on her way. It was just business. Her money was as good as anyone else's, right? She had convinced herself of that earlier, but with each step towards his door, she was less sure.

She took a deep breath as she stood in front of the door. She could see her slender hand trembling as it reached forward to ring the doorbell. The thought of having to see his perverted, smug face and hear the condescending tone he always carried in his voice was already boiling her blood. "It's just business," she told herself. "Buy the tickets for Chris and be done with it." The sound of the doorbell echoed in her ears, then she stood and waited, not entirely sure she even wanted him to open the door.

 

[Fortran5885]

What the fuck? It's like nobody wants to see quality violence anymore. What do you do when your on again/off again goes off again the day after you buy two tickets to the fights? Go with her, and the stands will be bloodier than the cage. Sell one, and end up sitting next to some loser. Sell them, and miss the show altogether? Fuck.

Bill Everson turned away from his computer in disgust. At least he'd make some money off of them, if he could keep from punching whoever ends up buying the fucking things.

The doorbell rang, and Bill took a deep breath and tried to calm the fuck down, in case it was ... well, anyone but Erica. Bitch. If it was her, there wasn't any reason to be calm, and no point in trying anyway.

On the way to the door Bill gave himself a quick check in the hallway mirror. It wasn't quite tall enough to show his hair, but he didn't really have any anyway, so whatever. He was built more wide than tall, with big shoulders and hands, wearing an oversized sweatshirt hiding a bit of a gut that he hadn't managed to outgrow.

The peephole gave Bill a fisheyed view of a mane of blonde hair, whipping around in the brisk autumn breeze. He only knew two women with hair like that, and the other one was a foot taller. The only question was why the fuck was Kim standing on his doorstep, staring at her shoes?

At the sight of her, Bill felt the anger and embarrassment of that night uncoil in his guts, as if it had never really left. He considered answering the door with a bucket of water from the second story, but curiosity got the better of him. Snapping the door open and glaring down at the top of Kim's head, Bill leaned on the door frame. "The fuck do you want?"

 

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Kim was lost in thought, staring down at the leaves blowing gently and carelessly past her old running shoes when the door snapped open, startling her. She jumped back and her eyes shot up from her feet to meet Bill's glare. She had thought about smiling and trying to be charming, but she new that would have been transparent. She hadn't expected him to be pleased to see her, but the tone of his voice was even sharper than she had expected. "This was a bad idea," she thought to herself and wondered whether she would be able to get through this without launching into another tirade, slapping him, or kicking him in the nuts.

Just seeing him again brought back the memories and emotions of that night in a clearer focus than she cared to recall. She could hear her own laughter mingling with Erica's as Bill told funny stories or at least they hand seemed funny at the time. Bill kept bringing out drinks and the girls drank, and had they ever drank. Kim drank so much that she hadn't really noticed when Bill's hand landed on her leg or when it started to rub her thigh. She had drank so much that when Bill leaned in to kiss her, she almost lunged at his lips before stopping herself to ask him, "What are you doing?" She had drank so much that when he replied insinuating that they should have a threesome, her first thoughts were about how she had fantasized about being in a threesome, before thinking about Chris and coming to her senses. That's when she launched into her tirade.

Her voice sounded meek and embarrassed, not at all like she had imagined before hand. She stammered a bit trying to get the words out of her mouth, "Well... uh... I... um.... heard you were selling some tickets for UFC. Um... I was wondering... um... if I could buy them." The look on his face made her uncomfortable. She could see his anger and could tell that she had left a lasting impression.

 

[Fortran5885]

Well, if I have to see her at all, this is the way I want to see her. All stammering and nervous and shit, thought Bill. And she was here about the tickets? He'd been expecting either an apology or renewed hostilities, and here instead was the solution to his problem. So why wasn't he happier about it? Question of the hour, right there.

Bill knew she'd make a good offer on the tickets. Probably more than good, so she could get them and get gone. He'd make her squirm a little, make a profit, and then forget all about her. She meanwhile would probably take her dumbass boyfriend to the fights. Everybody wins, right?
But here's the thing; Why the hell should everybody get to win? Bill found himself a bit uncomfortable with the realization that he'd rather flush the tickets than sell them to a self righteous, judgemental little tease like Kim. Didn't change the facts, though. He just didn't have it in him to sell them to her. Fuck it then. He'd get rid of her, go upstairs and jack off while thinking about prissy little Kimmy sucking his dick for UFC tickets.

Decision made, it was just a question of how much of a dick to be about it. At least he could watch her cute little ass bounce away as she storms off. "I got a better idea, Kimmy. Why don't you fuck off home before I get the hose, huh?"

 

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Kim took a deep breath and reminded herself to stay calm and cool. She couldn't believe how easily he got under her skin. He had always called her Kimmy, and it always annoyed her. His voice that night echoed in her mind, "Why don't the three of us have a little fun, Kimmy?" She pushed the memory to the back of her mind. "Focus on the tickets," she told herself. "Get the tickets and get the hell out of there." She shot a glare at Bill that screamed "grow up."

"Bill, I'll give you three times face value. Let's just make a deal and I'll leave. I don't like this any more than you do." She hoped that she could redirect his focus to the money. She knew he wouldn't be able to do anywhere near three times face value. Hopefully, that would make this quick and she could just go home and forget about him.

 

[Fortran5885]

"Yeah, you better get out of here quick before someone sees you. I feel for you. Poor little Kimmy forced to lower herself so far. Having to actually talk to me." Bill smirked down at Kim. Her discomfort was pretty obvious, and he was having fun twisting the knife a bit. Let her deal with the shitty end of the stick for a change. If only he'd thought to bring his camera.

"For you? Triple ain't even worth my time. Sorry kid. Better luck next time."

 

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Kim pushed back the feelings of hate she felt bubbling to the surface and tried to clear her mind. Despite Bill acting like a total ass, she could see the pleasure in his eyes watching her twist in the wind and that gave her an idea. She took a deep breath, before she started to speak knowing that she would have to play this just right. "Would it be worth your time to participate in a small wager? If I remember correctly, you are quite the pool player and I've got a bit of game myself. Why don't we play a game of pool? If I win, you sell me the tickets at face value. If I lose," her voice trailed off to let him fill in the blank. It didn't matter anyway. He was good at pool but she could beat him with her eyes closed. She'd let him take a lead, and then squirm a bit to make him think he was about to win, then she'd make a run, win, and take home the tickets. He wouldn't even know what hit him. She would only be able to take so much pleasure in paying full price for the tickets, but it would be worth it to watch him see the game slip away. She was curious what stakes would bring him to the table. She knew money wasn't the issue and whatever he came up with would be uncomfortable. For a moment her mind warned her to be careful, but the thought faded. She was confident and knew she would win. If she could get him to accept, the tickets were as good as hers.

 

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Bill tilted his head and looked down at Kim's upturned face, trying not to show the problem he was having. The thing was, Kim was better at pool than he was. She'd been playing much longer, whereas he'd pretty much gotten into it because it was a thing people liked bet on, and he liked gambling. When they'd played friendly games before, he'd barely won a third of the time. He wasn't all that interested in letting Kim scoop the tickets without even turning a profit, but he couldn't back down and show yellow either. Especially when the worst he could do was break even.

Of course, there was the thing. In gambling circles, this would be what's called a freeroll. He had nothing to lose, no pressure but the prize. Which leads into the other thing about Kim and pool. She was very good, but really, only ever played friendly games. Bill, on the other hand, never played just to play, except with Kim. There was always something at stake. The pressure just might be enough to tip the balance in his favour. Plus, she'd just handed him the ability to put as much of that pressure on her as he could. He could set the stakes so far out there that she'd want to run home and cry. And if she did, so fucking what? Either she quits and he wins, or she plays and puts herself in a high risk situation. Fuck it.

The only thing was that knowing her, she'd take every opportunity to practice, and why let that happen? Bill smirked and leaned out over Kim, brawny arms stretched up to the doorframe. "You know what? You got yourself a bet, Kimmy. Tell you what though: I'm shining up my portfolio for the winter, and I'm looking to add some girly shots. If you lose, you're my goddamn playmate of the month. Deal?" He extended his hand and leered down at her, not sure if he wanted her to go for it or not.

 

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Kim reached out her hand and shook his much bigger, strong hand before she add even let the stakes sink in, but now with his hand wrapped tightly around hers, she could get the words "girly shots" or "playmate" out of her head. She felt just a bit nervous with stakes this high, but this is what she wanted. She knew she could beat him, so what did it matter. Let him have a wet dream thinking that he even had the slightest chance of winning. She couldn't stop her brain from wandering back to those words and what they could possibly mean. She wondered if he was thinking about bikinis or lingerie and how skimpy the outfits would be. Then a terrifying thought occurred to her. "Did playmate mean naked?" she wondered to herself, and all of a sudden she couldn't think of a scenario where he wasn't implying some nudity.

"So when do we play? Want to get this over with right now, so I can take my tickets and be on my way?" She tried as hard as she could to hold herself with some confidence. She couldn't let doubt creep into her mind. More importantly, she couldn't let him see the doubt in her mind.

"Playmate," she thought to herself. What had she gotten herself into?

 

[Fortran5885]

"We play right fucking now before you get cold feet." Doing his best to appear nonchalant, Bill mussed Kim's hair with his hand, like he used to do when they were friends. "C'mon Kimmy." Bill shut the door and brushed past Kim heading for a bar where they'd played before. He'd almost convinced himself that he'd seen a flicker in her eyes as the word playmate had sunk in.

He allowed himself a moment to imagine proud little Kimmy showing her stuff for him and his camera, doing whatever was asked of her. Getting pushed further and further, show a little more, show a little more, until she was showing it all. He could almost see the brittle, fake smile as she tried not to show how she felt about posing. Or maybe she'd break down and cry. Serve her fucking right if she did. As his mind wandered toward her small, perky breasts and points south, Bill wrenched his attention back to the task at hand. First he had to win. To win, he'd have to rattle her.

She was just a bit behind him as her shorter legs tried to catch up with his long strides, so he looked over his shoulder and casually asked "What do you think Kimmy? Would you look hotter as a slutty cowgirl or a slutty nurse?"

 

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The more time she spent with Bill, the faster she wanted to get this over with. Even when they were friends, he had the ability to make her feel meek, small and helpless. Mussing her hair, calling her "Kimmy," using that condescending tone all served as a constant reminder that he was older, bigger and stronger than her. It was always like he was playing a mental game with her. Luckily, it wouldn't take long to beat him.

She took quick steps with her much shorter legs trying to keep up with him on the way to the bar. There was something in his long slower stride that made him appear confident, and he seemed to have a glint in his eye when he turned around to ask her if she would look better as a slutty cowgirl or a slutty nurse but Kim couldn't tell whether it were real or a figment of her imagination. The word "Playmate" still rung in her head and seemed to distract her more and more. "I'd look sexy as either. It's a shame for you, the only picture you are going to get is of my ass walking out of the bar with my tickets," she replied with a nervous smile. "I hope you brought your camera." She liked the line, but knew she hadn't delivered it well. Her voice had sounded a bit shakey and had let some of her nervousness show through. She tried to display a confidence, but her doubts were growing and trying to keep up was making her heart beat a little faster and making her feel hurried. She could see the sign for the bar up ahead. They were almost there. It was almost the moment of truth.

 

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The fleeting smile, the quaver in her voice ... things were looking better by the minute. "Nah. That doesn't really do it for me. The tickets give me an idea, though. I'm thinking a shot of you on your knees, begging for them. Make the camera happy enough, and you might just get another shot at them."

Bill decided to let her dwell on that image for a bit, and tried to keep from dwelling on it himself. He opened the door and leaned on it, waving Kim through with exaggerated courtesy while leaving not quite enough room for her to do so. It was childish powerplay bullshit, but what the fuck? What works, works.