THE DARE (G!P Freenbecky)

Chapter 28

"Don't yell at Lafitte!" Becky said, and she watched as Freen raked her fingers through her dark hair in frustration.

"What do you mean, it's all about sex?"

"Remember our ride in the limo, after Lookkaew's wedding?"

Freen blinked.

"On the way to the country club?" Becky said. "You told me it was more than just sex, and you wanted to let Mon know. And I'm assuming here that you meant more than just sex in the sense that it was incredibly terrific sex, not just ho-hum regular sex, right?"

"Huh?" Freen said.

"But then later, when Lookkaew was kissing Anda, you reconsidered and said, 'don't go trying to pretty this up and make it all romantic. I know what it was, and even knowing what it was, it was pretty incredible'."

Freen stared at her, clearly shocked. "What do you do, go around with one of those spy tape recorders concealed in your dress?"

"No, I just have an incredibly good memory. And if I recall, you also said, 'I have a healthy respect for love's limitations.' So, Ms. Chankimha, if you want to have some hot sex with me, that's one thing. But don't pretty it up and try to get me to believe that you fell in love with me and have to be with me because of one sweaty, misguided night we spent together before a wedding."

"Sweaty," Lafitte agreed.

Freen looked like she wanted to strangle that parrot.

"I don't know what you're getting at, Becky, but I do know you couldn't possibly be saying you'd be open to a sexual relationship with no possibility of commitment. Women aren't like that."

"No. That's true. There would have to be a minimal amount of ground rules in order for me to feel......safe."

Freen paused for a long moment, then said, "So what you're saying is that there's a possibility of our just having sex again?"

Becky nodded her head. "To be totally honest, I can't quite get that night out of my mind, and I'd like to have sex with you one more time to see if it was just the circumstances of the evening, or if you were really that good."

"Wow. Nothing like giving a woman a little performance anxiety."

Becky almost laughed out loud. "What do you say, Ms. Chankimha? Or aren't you up to the challenge?"

Those sparkling brown eyes were going to be her downfall. Freen knew it, and she didn't even care. The thought of getting Becky into her bed drove everything else out of her head. She didn't care where they were, or what was going on around them, she had to make sure Becky was saying what she thought she was saying.

'If this is a dream, don't wake me up.'

"You've got to be kidding, Becky. This is some sort of joke, right?"

"Nope." Becky leaned towards her and whispered in her ear, "I've had a lot of trouble sleeping, remembering our night together. How about you?"

Freen's imagination went into overdrive.

"When do you want to meet?" Freen wanted to get straight to the point. What she really wanted was a repeat performance with her, in her bed, in her arms, as soon as possible.

"Seven thousand dollars, my man, and not a penny more!" Screamed Lafitte at the top of his lungs.

"Oh no!" Freen had been so busy with Becky, thinking of all the things she wanted to do to her, with her, that she hadn't kept a lid on her bird.

"Sold!" The auctioneer bellowed, "for seven thousand dollars and not a penny more!" And the spotlight was on them once again. Freen stared in horror at the stage, where a potbellied pig that had to weigh close to one hundred pounds was standing patiently on a leather leash held by Phillip Armstrong.

"Thank you!" He called out as he and the portly poker started down the stage steps towards their table. "I cannot begin to tell you what this means to me!"

"Mommy," said a little girl's voice from the table next to Freen's, "that nasty woman us buying up all the animals and there won't be any left for us! I don't like her!"

Freen turned toward the child. "Would you like a pig? How about a parrot?"

"Certainly not!" Said her affronted mother, gathering her little girl closer.

"But Mommy—" the child began.

"I said no!" Said the flustered woman.

Becky started to stand as her grandfather approached their table, pig in tow, and Freen knew Becky was getting ready to make her escape.

Freen thought fast and faced Becky. "We can't talk now. Coffee tomorrow, that little Italian place on Sacrament Street. I'll call you with the address." And then the pig's snout was in her face, the animal snorting happily, Lafitte screaming raucously, LePew hiding in her jacket, and the tiny puppy still in her arms, wriggling and licking her face.
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"Don't ask," Freen said wearily to the concierge at her hotel. She knew how this had to look to the man behind the elegant, polished wood desk.

"A rough night, Ma'am?" Came the measured reply.

"In a manner of speaking. Please don't worry, I'll be leaving in a few days, and I'll certainly pay for any damages."

"We have an excellent pet-sitting program, Ma'am. Please don't feel that your animal friends are of any concern to us. Many of our guests bring their companion animals with them when they stay here. The suite you're in is actually quite popular."

"That's good to know." Freen knew how it had to look, standing in the lobby of the elegant hotel with a gigantic pig on a leash by her side, a baby skunk clutching her shirtfront, the bichon puppy in her arms, and a wise guy parrot on his shoulder.

Doctor Dolittle and his animal friends.

"Will you need assistance with that large pig in the elevator?"

These guys were good, she had to hand them that.

"I'll see how Baco does. They assured me he was house-trained and quite used to both elevators and stairs. But could I have few things sent up to the suite?"

"Certainly, Ma'am."

"I'd like three of the largest litter boxes you can find, complete with litter, several copies of the daily paper, some bottled water, and a large fruit plate from room service."

"I'll get on it directly, Ma'am. Anything else?"

"I'd like a movie tonight. Something suitable for a small child."

The concierge's eyebrow rose.

"For the pig. He loves television."

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A/N: all this just for Becky. Where will I find someone like Freen 😂😂 Vote? Comment? Follow? See yaaa <3