***All characters are over 18 and are fictional. Any resemblance to any real-life persons or situations is purely coincidental.
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"No."
"What do you mean, no?"
"That's my answer," said Aiden. "I don't accept your offer."
Krista was in shock. "You can't be serious. Do you understand what I just offered you?"
"I heard you, and I'm saying no," he replied.
Krista still couldn't believe what was happening. She had never met a man who turned down what she was offering.
"Just to be sure, I just offered you a bet where if you win, I'll show you my tits, and you're saying no?"
"I heard you, and the answer is still no," Aiden affirmed. "And don't pretend you don't know why."
Krista and Aiden knew each other for several years, since they started working together at Pastime Magazine, the nation's 7th best sports magazine. He was a reporter, mostly specializing in the NFL and college football, but occasionally reporting on other sports as well. Krista was the online content supervisor for the magazine's website.
They met through other coworkers who liked to get together after work for drinks and watch a game. They mostly went to the same sports bar, Maury's, because they had big screen TV's hanging in every corner, more than two dozen beers to choose from, and they made the best chicken wings in the state.
Everyone in their group enjoyed all areas of sports, even though most of them specialized in one or two areas. Aiden had some of the best knowledge of football that could rival most ESPN newscasters; he even knew things that couldn't be found easily on Google. Krista, who worked more on the tech side of the magazine, had a profound knowledge of basketball. She loved other sports as well, but she was better at basketball and even formed a women's basketball team with the other women at the magazine.
Krista tried her hand at writing articles for the magazine but found that she was a terrible writer. Aiden tried to help her with her past articles, seeing some potential in her writing. But she knew she just didn't have the talent to write, just like how everyone else at the magazine didn't have the talent to produce web content like she could.
Krista was a fun person that everybody loved. She was well-versed in sports, had a great sense of humor, was very spontaneous, and could out-drink most men she met. She was a beautiful woman, tall with long dark hair and a killer body. In fact, the body is something that everyone notices first, men and women alike.
She was well-known for wearing tops that showed off the cleavage of her large breasts. It doesn't matter what the occasion may be, what the weather conditions are, or if it's appropriate for the situation at hand, she had a shirt that showed off her cleavage. Sometimes it's just a little cleavage, but she had shirts that showed off plenty of it as well. To be fair, she did occasionally wear clothes that covered up her breasts, but even in those situations she would wear something that hugged her curves very tightly to show off her curves.
Of course, most of the men she works with don't care how she dresses. Some of the women at the magazine had made complaints, but a majority of the women there were OK with it because they liked her. Nobody really called her out on how she dresses; the few times someone did, nothing came of it. She knew men liked to look, but made sure that wasn't their focus. Mostly, people liked Krista more for who she was than for what she was showing off.
Aiden, of course, looked at her breasts whenever he got the chance. He figured if they were on display for all to see, he was allowed to look whenever he wanted. But he made sure to never overdo it so he wouldn't cause a problem. There was a famous funny quote from the show Seinfeld that summed up what a man should do when he sees cleavage, "Looking at cleavage is like looking at the sun. You don't stare at it; it's too risky. You get a sense of it, then you look away."
Krista was also a big sports gambler; she was always involved in some kind of sports-related pool, had a couple of sports betting apps she always used, and loved making bets with her friends and coworkers. She was very good at it, knowing the odds and specific details about each team she bet on so she could win. She did lose occasionally, but not very often.
Surprisingly, she was never good at games of chance like poker, blackjack, and so on. They once went together to a casino with some friends, and she lost a fortune in Texas Hold'em. After that, she stuck with the type of gambling she knew.
There was one kind of bet that Krista was known for. She liked to place bets with men, where if she lost, she would let them see her topless. Sometimes she would bet both money and the opportunity to see her naked at the same time. She often won, because she was better at sports betting than most people. She did bet money more often, but when she was really certain of herself, she would bet her tits.
She only did this move when she was very confident that she was going to win, and it was a good way to get the guy excited enough by that prospect to raise his bets just for the chance to see her naked. Because men were kind of stupid about that kind of thing and because she was good at sports betting, she had never once lost that bet.
Aiden fell for it plenty of times. Although he considered her a good friend, he was still a guy and wanted that opportunity to see her naked. He counted seven times when he fell for that kind of bet and had to pay out more money than he originally wanted to. He knew better than to bet against her when she offered to get topless for him, but he just couldn't help himself.
So, the day finally came when Aiden finally said no to her special bet. It wasn't planned; the opportunity came and he took it. They both found themselves leaving work at the same time and decided to go to Maury's for chicken wings together. They tried to see if anybody else wanted to come, but their other work friends had to stay late at work or had other plans, so it was just the two of them.
They got one of their favorite seats at the bar, and they got a waitress who knew them well. They ordered their drinks and the types of wings they wanted and sat back to watch the Braves/Nationals baseball game. Although they had other sports interests, they still liked a good ball game.
They sat close together; Krista liked to do that with the men she hung out with, so that random men who planned to hit on her would think she was with someone else and move on. She was wearing tight jeans that showed off the curves of her perfect ass and a shirt that showed off a good cleavage line. Dressed like that she knew she was going to be hit on a lot that night. She didn't mind being hit on; she was used to it and liked it. But when she wanted to just go out and have a chill night with a friend, she didn't want to be hassled.
Aiden didn't mind doing that for her; he had done that in the past for a couple of female friends. But at the same time, he couldn't help thinking that if she didn't want to be hit on by random dudes at a bar, she shouldn't dress in a way to invite them to hit on her. But Aiden wasn't going to say anything about that to her; despite everything, he wasn't going to be that kind of guy who tells a woman how to dress in public.
During the game, Aiden noticed how Krista was regularly looking at her phone and tapping away at it. He could tell she wasn't just texting people, but from a logo on her screen that he couldn't help noticing, she was on one of her sports betting apps she liked to use.
"Are you winning big?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah," she replied. "I've been having a good week. I don't have to worry about my rent for a couple of months."
"Good for you," said Aiden.
She noticed how intently Aiden was watching the game.
"You're really into this game," she said.
"I have some family in the Houston area who love the Braves," he replied.
"So, you're rooting for the Braves?"
"No, I'm a Nats fan," he replied. "I really want them to win so I can brag to my cousins about how much the Braves suck."
Krista laughed hard at that.
"That's hilarious," she said. "Unfortunately, the Nats will never win this game."
"They're tied 1-1 right now with six innings left. There's still a chance."
"But there's no way they'll beat the Braves," she replied. "Not with all the great hitters the Braves have and the terrible season the Nats are having."
"That doesn't mean there's not a chance they can win. This isn't the World Series; it's a typical regular season game. Bad teams beating good teams can unexpectedly happen. "
"Care to make a wager on that?" she asked.
"How much?"
