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.