Part 1
It was a lousy place for a clown. She felt smug as she stood in Los Angeles' Union Station in her clown suit. It was complete with red nose, and big floppy, yellow shoes. Lauren felt a weird combination of anonymity and conspicuousness. She also felt somewhat empowered standing in the train station dressed as a clown.
In the distance, she could see her husband Ryan. He was shooting photos of her and smiling to himself as people swarmed past her. Most thought nothing of a clown standing in the middle of Union Station. A few made comments that were to be humorous: "Hey, quit clowning around and get on your train!" "Get the hell out of here, clown!"
A female Hispanic cop approached. Lauren and Ryan hadn't thought about raising suspicions from law enforcement. How would she explain her way out of this? She saw Ryan take the camera from his face so he could watch.
"Can I ask what you're doing here?" the cop demanded.
The cop was beefy-looking, like she'd played women's softball in college. Her tits looked like they strained to stay in her uniform.
"This is all very innocent, officer, I swear."
The cop stood, glaring at her.
"Are you protesting? Planning a flash mob?" she asked.
"I made a bet with my husband. I lost, and this is my punishment."
"Your punishment of losing a bet with your husband is to stand in Union Station in a clown suit?" she asked, unimpressed.
"Yeah. Let's see if I can explain this in two or three sentences, without getting too, um, explicit."
A vibration shot through her and she shuddered in delight. Ryan! That bastard! He had turned on the remote control vibrating egg. It lay lodged against her clit, inside her panties. She fought like hell to maintain her composure while she talked to the cop.
"Yeah. See, I have this bad habit of forgetting times and dates. We bet that I'd forget Valentine's day, and I did. So this is my punishment. That's him on the stairs, with the camera," she said, pointing.
The vibrations stopped.
"Hm," the cop said, looking in the direction she pointed.
Lauren sucked her breath in sharply as the egg pulsed again, sending a shock wave of pleasure through her. The cop looked back at her, and gave her a quizzical look.
Part 2
It had started when Ryan had bet Lauren that she would forget Valentine's Day. New Years Day they talked about upcoming holidays, and realized Valentine's Day was next. There were no significant holidays between President's Day and Easter.
"Too bad we don't have Valentine's Day off," she said. "It's on a Friday this year."
"It doesn't matter, you'll forget it anyway," Ryan said.
"Hey! I will not! It's a very important day to both of us. I won't forget."
Ryan rolled his eyes and then smiled at her.
"Sweetie, I love you. But you'll forget. You've forgotten our anniversary before, too!"
"No, I won't forget. I'll remember this year, I promise."
"You wouldn't want to make a little wager on that, would you?"
"Maybe. What are the stakes?"
He thought for a moment, and then a mischievous gleam shone in his eye.
"If you forget, the next day you have to be my sex slave for the whole day. You have to do anything I say."
Then she opened her big mouth and put her foot in it.
"That doesn't sound so bad, I can deal with that," she said with a smile.
"You're right. Maybe we should up the ante a bit."
He thought for a moment. Lauren knew from his expression that his creative mental juices were flowing. She almost dreaded what he would come up with. A smile came over his face.
"I've got it. You also have to stand in Union Station dressed in a clown suit for an hour."
Lauren thought about it for a second.
"You're on!" she said, and they shook on it.
"I'm not giving you any hints or clues!" Ryan said.
"I have it under control," she answered, confident. "Not to worry."
Lauren put a reminder on her calendar app. She began wondering what she could get him as a gift. She wanted to avoid the tried and true, wanted to do something more unique. Racy boxers? No. It had to be something better than that. A sex swing! The thought came to her out of the blue, and she knew it was the perfect gift. She liked being the one in charge, and lately they'd gotten into pegging. They both loved it. She liked the sense of power and role-switching. He liked the lack of power, the sensations, and role-switching.
The days ticked by. She figured she could order the swing on the tenth for it to arrive on time. Then her cell phone died, and she had to replace it, because it would no longer take a charge. Something happened with her calendar app when her phone died. She lost a few appointments in mid February. She no longer had the scheduled reminders, but she didn't notice them until they'd passed. Minor things, like picking up the dry cleaning. More days ticked by, and she had forgotten about the special lovers' day.
Saturday, February 15, they woke to a gray day. They took turns showering, and then Lauren made them a simple breakfast of hot oatmeal and fruit. As they ate together they talked about their plans for the weekend. She wore a floppy striped sweater and a pair of comfy jeans. He wore a black shirt, boots, and jeans. She wondered why he'd dressed all in black.
"What's the date today, honey? There's something I have planned for next weekend, and I want to be sure I have the date right," Ryan said.
Lauren looked at her calendar app.
"It's February fiftee..."
Her eyes widened and she caught herself short. She didn't dare remind him of their bet. What had happened? How had she missed the reminders? Oh shit! She remembered the lost reminders and her phone dying.
"February fifteenth?! Gosh, already? I seem to feel like we've forgotten something," he said in a coy, mocking voice. "How about you? Do you feel like we've missed an event or appointment?"
"No. Whatever gives you that idea?"
