Introduction
"Fuck me," Alicia said. Well, not said exactly. She thought it as loud as she could, but she wouldn't be saying anything. Instead she ground her teeth into the rubber cock shaped gag in her mouth. A slight noise escaped her mouth and the man sitting at the desk looked up curiously. He raised an eyebrow as if to ask her a question but then shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention back to his screens, typing rapidly.
Alicia swayed there tied to a cross bar, wearing heels, the mouth gag and her favorite diamond earrings as she contemplated how she got in this position. The bet was a sure thing. There was no way to lose. How could she lose? And yet she did lose and was swaying naked in her friend's office while he ignored her to work.
The Bet
Two years earlier Alicia had met Rick at a coffee shop near his office and struck up a conversation. She was trying to make money for her home business and had just spend $12,000 on a website but didn't get anything from it. She and her web developer were sitting a table over and the developer had just asked for more money to build a Google AdWords campaign. Alicia said, "But I just paid you for a new website and SEO! But I haven't gotten any leads yet. And now you want even more money for an AdWords budget? When will I get results?" The developer shrugged and said, "Sometimes you don't! It's not my fault. Blame Google!" before storming out.
"Pardon me, but that didn't sound positive," Rick introduced himself. Alicia spent the next half hour talking through her frustrations with spending money on marketing and not getting any results. Rick listened carefully and asked her if she was serious about growing.
"Yeah, I just blew a bunch of money on that jerkwad. What do you think I'm trying to do? But I haven't found anything that works!"
Rick explained how he built growth plans for companies and he'd be interested in doing some free coaching for her. She was cute and he appreciated both her ambition and frustration in wanting to grow but getting screwed by a vendor who didn't have any clear metrics to abide by. The next week she met him at his office and they began a coaching relationship that lasted a few years. Along with the coaching went a little flirting, of course.
Both of them were married but enjoyed the banter with each other over a business driven conversation.
In May this year Alicia had gone into Rick's private bathroom and seen a picture on the wall of a nude woman standing on a sheet of ice in the middle of winter. Returning to the chairs and coffee she brought the picture with. "Who is this?"
He blushed, "Just a friend. Well, more than a friend. A few years ago we fooled around but then she found someone new. But that picture was beautiful so she let me keep it. I like beautiful women and I thought her standing on the ice in winter was stunning."
"Is that why you put up with me?"
"No! Well, kinda. You think about what we talk about and do some of it. That's why you've doubled your business in the past few years. But, yeah, you're sexy as hell. I'd love to have you standing in the corner as a piece of art for my office," Rick winked mischievously.
Alicia laughed, "Yeah and I'd love an all-expenses paid trip to Puerto Vallarta for me and my girlfriends. But neither of us are likely to get what we want, are we, Mister?"
She leaned forward to grab her coffee and flashed him a little cleavage. She had paid good money for these tits, and flirting with men was a good way to justify that purchase.
Rick laughed with her and made no attempt to hide his ogling. "Well, that may be true."
The two of them tittered nervously before Alicia changed the subject. "So, you watching the NBA finals?"
"Absolutely! Cavs in six!" He replied confidently while grabbing Alicia a Coors Light and himself a Summit Saga from his fridge.
"No fucking way. Warriors in five. Maybe even four!" Alicia taunted as she opened her beer at him.
"Keep dreaming, girl. LeBron wants this one. He can taste it."
Alicia grinned and said, "Wanna bet?"
Rick smiled and said quickly, "Yeah. If the Warriors win I'll buy your trip for you and your galpals. If the Cavs win, you come here and be some artwork for me for an afternoon."
"That's not fair," Alicia blurted.
"What's not fair about it?"
"You don't stand a chance. That's what's not fair. Agreed Mr. Sales Consultant Guy," Alicia grinned as she reached out to shake hands on the deal.
The Office 2:00PM