Authors Note: Hey, sorry i've been out for awhile, I started taking adderall to help with some adhd stuff. But it killed all motivation to write, i thought that was odd and then after some weirder side effects, i just stopped taking it. So it's been a bit, i'm just getting back into writing and this was something i was working on before the medication, so i figured i'd just jump back into it and finish it out. And don't freak out! I spoke with my doctor and i'm just trying to take a more natural approach to managing my self and am doing great. Please enjoy another futa story, and if you haven't stumbed across the author 'SugarandSalt', go check them out for some more futa on male stuff. I would even say they inspired me with my futa stuff.
"A bets a bet."
Morso heard the words exiting his lips, glaring at Rodes as the expected cynical tone was missing. Instead replaced by an almost pitifully endearing melody, his pursed lips sheepishly implying she'd be lying if she said no and broke her promise. She glared down at the sheet of paper he had given her.
Rodes had beaten here in sales by 11%, chewing her bottom lip she looked back up to him. "This is bull shit! You got more sales just cause you have old contacts in the industry! That little black book of yours was cheating and you fucking know it!"
Rodes furrowed his brow as his eyes continued to stare down at the floor, "I didn't twist your arm, you made the bet, I accepted."
True, he didn't offer the wager, but Morso did remember him changing the winners reward. Originally it was supposed to be covering the winners work for the next three weeks. But Rodes had offered something too good to pass up, she remembered the way he said it.
'The loser has to do whatever the winner wants, anything...for however long they want.'
It was so childish that Morso had almost laughed in his face when he said it, the way he looked so hesitant and timid. But then a thought hit her, fuck doing the winners work for a couple weeks, she could have him do her work for a couple months. She could finally get his little black book of contacts that he kept so guarded. The man wasn't only great for water cooler gossip and reminding her to eat, but he was almost god like with his ability to swoon and charm any potential investor or client.
He'd practically be in her back pocket as he did whatever she said, she could keep management happy while beating him in sales and completed projects! How could she turn that down, no one else in the office would make that kind of bet! Plus, he would follow through, everyone else avoided her and held her back. But not him, Rodes was more than happy to smile and help whenever she asked; he'd probably be happy if he lost the bet!
With this kind of boost she could easily hit her goal, sending her into management and proving she could take on more responsibility. She couldn't stand toiling away on the lower tier work that the company had her doing. Selling useless bullshit to these small companies, she wanted to be on the development and leadership side. Implementing new procedures and larger contracts that she could put her name on! She'd hit her six figure salary goal well before her own set dead line when she won this bet!
But it didn't go that way, her plan failed and him the victor. She may have liked Rodes, however she couldn't help but seethe contempt as he sheepishly announced his victory. She glared at him, watching his tented brow and the way he seemed to keep letting nervous swallows bounce his throat.
Morso grit her teeth as she looked at him, was he confident that he'd win, had he planned this all along?
He was smaller than her, standing somewhere close to the middle of five and six feet, she had almost another foot of height on him. Not to mention she was much broader, she couldn't see an ounce of snide malice in those shining hazel eyes. Finally noticing how they seemed to bounce back and forth between her and the floor, she twisted her lip in anger. Holding back her snarling question of why he couldn't look her in the eye, why he kept fidgeting and shifting his weight back and forth from one foot to the other?
He was always such a good coworker, she had felt comfortable coming to him with any complaint or success she wanted to talk about. He seemed less driven than her as he was often talking about things outside of work, but she figured that just meant he wouldn't use her as a stepping stone for himself.
Rodes waited quietly for her reply, her jet black hair pulled back into a hap hazard bun as she wore her signature scowl. The dark bags under her eyes from lack of sleep due to late office nights, pale skin as she refused to step into the sunlight too often. For a fleeting moment, he wondered what she might look like in a swimsuit, by the ocean with the sun shining on her?
But he accepted he'd never get to see her in an ensemble like that.
Not due to her modesty, but because it didn't relate to work. It wasn't part of her career, so there was no need to waste her time on it.
Then there was the one feature that always struck him, always made him pay attention solely to her.
Looking up, he saw them scowling at him.
The fire-like pools shimmering with a hateful glare, making his heart rap against his rib cage so noisily he thought it would burst in his chest. The room was so quiet and stuffy, she had to be able to hear it? His vital organ thrumming so hard that it rang his own ears as he felt like ants were crawling up and down his legs.
He swallowed, thinking he should've had a dry mouth with this amount of tension between them. But he found a copious amount of saliva slicking down his throat. He wondered how he could spare any hydration as he thought all the water in his body was permeating his armpits and soaking his nervous hands.
He wanted to look up to those scowling windows again, but doing so he found it made his throat tight and his eyes hot.
The fleeting glances he did manage made his body light and feet almost numb, the way they burned like the coals of a fire. Hatefully red, so daunting that the thought of touch made your subconscious mind scream in terror of being burned. Yet they could hypnotize you into staring in amazed silence for hours on end.
His lips trembled as he spoke, not sure what to say but wanting to do what he could to relieve her anger. "Red..."
Morsos glare never faltered, hearing his voice and wondering what he was planning to do with his victory.
"My-..." he swallowed, opening his lips again, " uh- my favorite color..." he managed, hating how he heard so much mumble in his own speech. "It reminds me-...of home."
Morso rolled her eyes, looking around the small copy room he had requested she meet with him in. Tucked far in the back of the office they worked in, she thought it was odd to meet here as everyone else had left. The weekend taking their attention and sending them running for the exit the moment the clock hit 5pm.
"Fine, what do you want then?" she growled.
Rodes felt his body shaking like a leaf, the way she crossed her arms and stood in a superhero pose, her figure curvaceous and strong. He forced his shaking hand to steady as he held up the small strip of fabric, "You- uh-, have to wear this, over your eyes."
Morso paused, looking down at the blindfold he offered, glaring once more and replying, "Why?"
