"Another drink, Moriah?" I asked with a hint of laughter. She just smiled and raised her eyebrows, holding her glass up in expectation. I got up from the leather Harley-Davidson bar stool I was sitting on and made my way to the kitchen.
I felt a smirk slide across my face as an idea came to mind. I began expertly pouring in vodka, coconut rum, apple juice and orange juice to make Ambrosian Mist- a concoction Moriah had come up with long ago, which now happens to be her favorite drink.
I topped the drink off with whipped cream, shredded chocolate and coconut, and a cherry. I had never been much of a drinker, so I settled with a root beer on the rocks. When I returned to Moriah, she grinned happily and thanked me.
Still smirking from the plan I had thought of whilst pouring the liquor, I sat next to her. The party we were at wasn't all that engaging- the music was bland and hardly any of our friends were there.
I had brought her there in hopes that the music would be something we could "dirty" dance to, but as luck would have it, the "party" felt more like a few friends and 2 or 3 random people sitting down watching a not-that-interesting football game.
She caught on that I was up to something by my silence, and turning away from her friend, she confronted me with suspicion in her eyes. Before she could question me, I laughed and held my hands In front of me reassuringly, and began to tell her why I was so silent.
Smiling broadly, I began, "Moriah, do you fancy a wager?" I asked in the best British accent I could muster. She cocked her head to the side, clearly confused as to where I was going with this. She thought briefly on what I had asked and slowly shook her head in understanding.
She had already downed three Ambrosian Mists, and this was her fourth, so I didn't blame her for being a little slow on the uptake...in fact, I planned to use her buzzed thinking in my favor. "I bet you that you can't shoot 3 shots of straight vodka after you are done with this glass without falling over." I exclaimed.
"Winner gets....?'' She questioned. I stifled another burst of laughter before I began again. "When I win this bet, you have to flash random people I ask you to tomorrow, and for the next two days..."
I glanced down at her red miniskirt and white tee she was wearing, suddenly remembering she was also wearing a thong, "...including tonight, I want you to wear a tight, short skirt with a thong on and bend over constantly in front of me so I can marvel at that amazing ass of yours." I blurted out.
She replied without hesitation, "Pshhh, you are on, but I'll do you one better, I'll bend in front of other people too." She let out a shrill of laughter, unaware of the mistake she had just made. She raised one eyebrow in expectation, and said "When I win this bet, you have to treat me to a day of anything I want to do, no exceptions." I heaved out a sigh, and reluctantly agreed to the terms.
Chapter 1
It was noon and Moriah had decided, since she won the bet- that she wanted to go to the square today. I called out to her, hoping to wake her up, but to my surprise she came in through the front door-and judging by her attire, she had chosen to take pity on my loss, as she was dressed in a loose fitting cleavage shirt without a bra, and a really short skirt.
She glanced at me and smiled beautifully, waving good morning. I gave her the once-over without her noticing. Her breasts were perky and round and accentuated her slim waist and big ass...especially in the low-cut white blouse she had chosen for today.
