I can't believe that I lost that stupid bet!
For the last few years, I have worked as a crew leader for a roofing company.
I know what you're thinking; why would a pretty, thirty year old woman, choose to spend her summer days, reshingling roofs?
Well, it's not really complicated. I like to be outdoors, the work keeps me in fantastic physical condition, allows me to maintain an awesome tan and I get to have fun teasing the horn-dog guys I work with.
I do tease them often, wearing the shortest booty shorts that I can find and usually just a bikini top, to work. Every once in a while, I've been known to let a nip slip, but nothing more revealing than that.
But I'm not above the verbal jabs of 'lockerroom talk', that guys always seem to get up to. I love to see the look on the faces of my crew, when I talk about some crude sex act. Invariably, the guys seem to find it necessary to readjust themselves, after some of my raunchy talk. I love that.
Well, now my big mouth has gotten me into a bit of trouble...Last week, I made stupid a bet with another crew leader.
Joe's crew is the company's second most productive team, right behind my guys.
Wednesday afternoon of last week, my crew had completed three jobs and Joe's crew was only finishing up their first job.
"Hey Joe, I don't think you're gonna catch us this week." I gave him a condescending smirk, as our crew's worked to unload the truck's from the day's work.
"Yeah Carly, you got a pretty big lead on us," he said. "But I think we're gonna have a strong finish."
"Care to put some money on it?" I asked. "Make it interesting?"
"Now Carly, you know my wife would kill me, if I lost money on a stupid bet."
I laughed.
"Hey, now we could make it a little more interesting though," he said. His devilish grin made my nerves tense.
"Now Joe," I said. "You've been trying to get in my pants for years. I've told you that we are both married and I don't cheat on my husband."
"I know, I know," he held his hands up, to forestall my practiced response. "I had something else in mind."
"Yeah? What's that?"
"I thought maybe we could wager something as a reward for our crew's."
I should have known, from his smile, that he rigged the contest somehow.
Joe had set up small jobs for Thursday and Friday, for his crew. My crew spent both days completing a single job, on a giant house, near the beach.
By week's end, Joe's crew had finished up five jobs and my crew had only finished four.
When I made the bet, I knew there was no way I'd lose. It would seem that Sam, the company owner wanted to watch me pay off the bet and the two men had calluded against me.
Now, I'm standing behind Sam's desk, in his office, with the company owner, our receptionist Shirley and two full crew's of employees; sitting and waiting for the show I'd promised.
I don't welsh on bets, so I knew I'd go through with it, but damn.
Sam's desk was completely cleared off, for the show. Now a ten-inch, flesh colored dildo sat, suction cupped to the middle of the desktop.
I stared down at it, my eyes big, my nerves wound tight.
I took a deep breath and climbed up, on top of the desk. My Redwing work boots leaving dirty prints on the veneer finish of the desk.
Reggie, one of my crew, pushed a button on a Bluetooth speaker, he'd brought in. 'Porn Star Dancing', by My Darkest Days started playing.
I gave him a sarcastic smirk. Then, as if on their own, my hips started to sway to the music. I guess stripclub dancing is like riding a bike, because I immediately fell into my old routine.
I spun away from the guys, shaking my round little ass at them, then I started rolling my skin tight booty shorts down, past my hips and down my thighs.
My feet, naturally spread and I bent at the waist, pushing the shorts down all the way. I stepped out of one leg and then spun and kicked the shorts to my boss.
Now I was standing on my bosses desk, wearing only work boots and a bikini top, with nine coworkers and my boss, staring at my bare shaven twat.
They all cheered, having never seen my pussy before.