The Erotic Short Story Collection

4. The Bet

"I hope you're prepared to watch your team get destroyed tonight?"

It was late in 2012 when Candice came to live with me. She was a short girl with long flowing blonde hair and a petite athletic body. She had a beautiful smile and the most captivating green eyes.

Now some people might suggest that, that may have been the reason she beat out the other twenty applicants for the spare room in my Melbourne unit... But I can assure you it had nothing to do with that... Honest.

Anyway my story starts some four months later. Candice had settled in well after moving across from Western Australia, finding a job and even dating a guy she met there for a couple of months. Though that had ended as quickly as it had started. Over the course of those first four months Candice and I had become good friends and not just housemates. Dare I say it, there was always a lingering sexual tension between us, particularly since things had ended with her co-worker. It's not surprising really, as I told you before she was stunning with the personality to match. While I'm no super model I like to think I can scrub up alright. I'm average in height, standing just under six foot. I'm athletically built with dark brown hair and soft brown eyes. In conclusion our babies would be beautiful... But I'm too much of a pussy to make a move.

Candice was a mad Fremantle Dockers fan while I myself was a one eyed Essendon Bombers supporter. The football season had started a couple of weeks prior and we had fallen into the habit of watching games together. We would make a big bowl of nachos, sink a few drinks and generally have a good time.

Tonight was different though. Tonight our teams would be playing each other. There would be nachos to share and drinks to drink, but instead of casual conversation there was to be only banter.

"Pa-lease," I responded to her jibe. "Your team are going to look like a bunch of traffic cones by the time my boys are done with them." I paused for a second to let my words sink in before I continued. "Your teams gonna get scored on more times than a cheap hooker!"

Candice looked at me in mock outrage. "You must be joking. That bunch of misfits you call a football team couldn't hit a target if their lives depended on it."

Yeah, yeah I know what you're thinking, our banter needs work.

I looked down my nose at Candice scornfully.

"Candice, I've never been more confident of anything in my life. Tonight the Bombers are going to be handing the Dockers a lesson in good football."

She grinned up at me defiantly "Oh okay then mister confident. How about a wager then?"

I considered her request for a moment then smiled down at her. "Fine by me. I've got $200 that says my team will beat yours."

I regretted it immediately. Candice was a university student working part time while I was working full time and a home owner. We both knew the $200 wouldn't be worth as much to me.

Candice didn't miss a beat though, staring up at me scornfully, decked out in her purple dockers kit. "Please, we both know you can do without that money. It's hardly a bet."

A wicked grin crossed her face as she grinned up at me predatorily. "We need to bet something that will be equally as valuable to each party."

She paused dramatically until I prompted her to continue. "What do you suggest?"

"The loser of the bet has to be the others slave for two hours at whatever time the winner chooses."

"You can't be serious?" I asked incredulously.

"What's wrong mister confident? Are you chicken?"

I hesitated. Truth be told our teams were quite evenly matched, it could be anyone's game and unfortunately over the last ten years my Bombers hadn't done a lot to deserve my aforementioned confidence. Before I could reply Candice continued talking.