The Bet "JENLISA"

2. The Wager

Third person pov.

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The ladies walked into the sports bar and took a seat in their booth. This was not Jennie's first choice nor any choice of hers at all, actually. However, she conceded defeat.

Lisa wanted bar food, so that's where they were. On the bright side, this place did serve a pretty decent vegan pizza.

"So the big game is Sunday. Have you been considering what you want the bet to be?" Lisa asked.

Every year, the two made a pretty large wager before the game. They agreed and shook on it. No matter the outcome, the two always saw the bet through.

They were not always the easiest, but neither of them ever backed down. One time, Jennie had to clean Lisa's house for six months. It was terrible.

The worst bet for Lisa was when Jennie made her compliment her every time she cleared her throat. That lasted for months until Jennie got her fill.

"Actually, I have." She smirked and checked her face in the small compact mirror she carried in her purse. Her face was perfect as usual, but it never hurt to check.

"Let's hear it." Lisa said. Just the thought of winning a bet made her giddy. When she thought about it, maybe the two of them had a problem.

They loved competing and gambling with each other far too much. It was hardly ever for monetary gain, though.

They both just really loved power plays, and who better than to hold power over than your equally powerful best friend?

Jennie chuckled. This bet was almost too outrageous to say out loud. She had thought about it long and hard and even with a bit of excitement, but could she actually bring herself to say it to Lisa?

Part of her didn't think Lisa would even go through with it. It would be the first time in their betting history that one person backed down.
That itself would be a small victory for Jennie.

"I'm waiting." Lisa said impatiently. Now she just wanted to know. It was taking Jennie too long to spit out. It had to be good.

"It's not like any bet we've made before." Jennie said in that lusty whispery voice of hers.

Her voice sent shivers up and down the spines of the women she seduced. It was soft but demanding. Even Lisa had to confess it had a certain allure to it.

"Even better. Tell me. Now." Lisa demanded.

"If my my team wins, you have to be my sub, servant, and/or little for an entire year." Jennie said.

She neatly folded her hands in front of her and let them rest on the table, awaiting Lisa's response.

Lisa squinted her eyes before bursting into laughter. She received a deep heartfelt chuckle from that. In fact, she was laughing so hard she couldn't sit up straight for a few minutes.

She wiped the tears from her eyes and sighed. She needed that laugh more than she knew. Work had her so stressed out.

"Stop, J. Really. What's the bet?"

Jennie smiled and shrugged. "That was the bet, Lisa."

Lisa's jaw hung open upon realizing the seriousness of Jennie's tone. "You're for real?"

Jennie nodded. She kind of expected this reaction. She would probably share a similar response if the tables were turned. Neither of them had ever been in those positions, at least not that Jennie  knew about.

However, it was unlikely. The pair told each other everything. They were as thick as thieves.
"I'm dead serious." Jennie said.

Lisa fiddled with the napkin wrapped silverware on the table and nibbled at her lip. What the hell kind of bet was this? She could always say no.

She wasn't being forced. No one, especially Jennie, was holding a gun to her head. She couldn't be the first to ever back out, though. That would still be a win for Jennie.

Besides, it was so unlikely that Lisa's team would lose. She should take the bet.

Lisa shrugged. "Okay. Fine." Her response surprised Jennie and intrigued her all at once.

She thought for sure Lisa would shut it down. Jennie has played with the idea and even
entertained it to some length.

There was no point in lying. She had even gotten off to the idea of her dominant power-hungry associate being bound at her mercy. But now? Now, it was a very real possibility.

"Fine? That's a yes?" Jennie asked.

"Yes, you psychopath." Lisa said, stirring her drink. The waitress came, and Lisa was grateful for the interruption. She needed a second to collect her thoughts and concoct a bet just as outrageous as Jennie's, but what? What would hit her where it hurt?

A smile crept onto her face when it hit her. Jennie loved sex. She loved having it, watching it, or anything to do with it, really. Lisa would put an end to that for a year.

The waitress left with their order, and Jennie looked up at Lisa, who was smiling as though she was pleased with herself. The sight made Lisa chuckle.

"I'm guessing you have your half of the bet decided?" She asked.

"I do." Lisa nodded. "If my team wins, then for the next year, you can't have sex. No BDSM or Vanilla life for you. Not even porn or touching yourself."

Now it was Jennie's turn to laugh.

"What?! No masturbation is a bit excessive, don't you think?" She flipped her hair over her shoulder. An entire year without an orgasm? Surely, she'd die from the sexual drought.

Lisa's eyes bulged in disbelief. "That's excessive? You want me to be your little!" She realized how loud she was talking and reined it in a little.

"If I can agree to that, then you can agree to this small bit. Think of it as an exercise in self-control." Lisa giggled.

Jennie shook her head and reluctantly stuck her hand out for the shake. That was it. Once they shook on it, there was no going back. They knew this. Lisa hesitated but put her hand out before she could change her mind.

"It's a bet." The two said in unison.