"Are you seriously betting me, that I wouldn't?" I asked my husband.
"There is no way you would, no way!" He said smugly.
"So lets get this straight, if I do..." I began.
"If, and it's a fucking big if, but if, and not just once..."
"OK, so if, then you'll pay up, and not try and wriggle out of it, but you'll buy me a complete new wardrobe, my choice, and I'm not talking High Street, and take me for a fortnight in Sardinia?" I asked.
"You're never going to do this, I don't even know why we're talking about it?" He said.
"We are talking about it, because you my darling said I wouldn't, in fact you said, not only that I wouldn't, but that I wasn't up to it!"
"And lets not forget, that if we make this bet, and I know you won't, but having made the bet, if you back out, then I get a blow job everyday for the next month.!"
"I'll tell you what, if we make the bet, and I back out, I'll not only blow you everyday, but in a location of your choice, and I'll swallow, and I'll throw in a threesome with Debs, how's that?"
"Then it's a shame you won't, another drink?" He asked.
"Make mine a double."
I watched him walk to the bar, she was back, the woman that had started this conversation in the first place. She wore a little black dress, with the emphasis on little, and I wondered if she was what we both imagined she was, though did that actually matter. She was now smiling at my husband, her foot touching his leg. Was she propositioning him, it looked like it. I wondered if she was, and if I wasn't here, whether he would even now be on his way to a room somewhere in the hotel with her.
"There you go, double G&T," he said as he put the glasses on the table.
"What did she want?" I asked.
"My hot body of course," he said, laughing.
"So, hypothetically, what's she charging?" I asked.
"How do you know I even asked?"
"Because I know you!" I said.
"Three fifty, for an hour of anything," he said.
"Anything?"
"Anything!"
I watched her, as she got up, and disappeared into the ladies.
"Hi, I'm Leigh," I said.
She looked up from washing her hands. "Look, I didn't know he was with someone," she said.
"I think you did, not that it matters." I said.
"It doesn't?"
"No, you see my husband has bet me that I would do what we assumed you do."
"Really?... No you are joking, right?"
"No, so if I were to take him up on this bet, how do I go about it?" I asked.
"You're serious, aren't you?"
"Lets just say, I'm exploring my options!"
"Not that difficult, you need to..."
I sat back down, and took a gulp of my drink. Put it back on the table, and sat back into the seat beside my ever loving husband. The loving husband that had just bet me that I wouldn't prostitute myself. I sat there thinking.
"Well?" He asked.
"Not now!" I snapped.
I watched my new found friend, as she took another man out of the bar, up to a room.
"Alright!" I said.
"Alright what?" He asked.
"Alright, you have a bet. I'll do it," I said.
"The terms as discussed?"
"As discussed, now you need to set me up."
"Set you up?" He said.
"List me online, my new friend has told me how, so you need to advertise me, online."...
I was nervous. I wasn't so sure of myself as I had been three nights ago when this ridiculous bet was made. My nails were painted a deep red, I'd been waxed, my hair and brows all done. My makeup heavier than I'd normally wear. My hair cut and colored a shade lighter than normal, and Hubby had paid for it all. He still didn't think I'd go through with it, and was confident I'd be sucking his cock everyday for the next month, wherever he wanted, including under his desk, in his office, with a bonus threesome with one of my friends.
I fastened my stocking to the suspender, then picked up my knickers, and stepped into them, pulling them up tight. I reached for my bra, which like my knickers were sheer. I took the dress off the hanger, and stepped into it.
"Do me up darling," I said to my husband who was enjoying the show of me dressing to be a tart.
I felt him zip me up, and as he did he kissed my neck, then squeezed my bum.
"Sure you don't won't to call this little charade off?" He asked.
"Charade, what charade, thanks to you, I have two clients tonight, all down to the photographs you took and uploaded to that site for escorts, so no darling, I'm not calling this off. Of course, if you want to, then its going to cost you, and cost you big," I said, as I slipped my heels on.
"Not me, I'm not calling this off, after all, a bet, is a bet!"
"So it is! Now if you don't mind, I have work!"
"So you're going to do it then Leigh, all for a bet?" Sonja asked.
I sat on a bar stool, waiting for my first client. Client, a man that is going to pay me so he can fuck me, so I can win a bet with my husband.
"Yes, and I am so nervous I can tell you," I said to her.
"Anya, another drink for my friend," she instructed the barmaid.