Jacie's Sexy Adventures: the Bet

Author's Note:

This story contains elements that may be uncomfortable for readers (beyond the noncon stuff) including raceplay and misogynistic language.

Due to strong personal beliefs, I must reiterate that I do not condone the actions taken within this story by select characters- they are meant to be purely titillating fantasies, and outside of fantasies they are inexcusably evil. All characters depicted are 18 or over.

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"They're not actually going to cross over GospelBot and Meteor Man," was the phrase that would set into motion a long night.

TF (she didn't even know what it stood for, but she always thought of it as "That Fucker") snorted, and Jackie gritted her teeth. He'd only been working with her for three months and already he'd managed to be the most obnoxious coworker she'd ever had.

"That's what they want you to think, sweet-tits," he began, in that droning voice that always sounded like he was a professor dealing with a problem student. "But

actually

, Onya is totally gonna throw in an after-credits scene where Meteor Man bumps into Type-01."

Jackie could feel her brain overheat as it provided so many different possible angles of attack, ranging from Onya's artistic integrity and emotional baggage with leaving GospelBot behind, to how superhero movies had poisoned audience expectations on blockbuster films, to the sheer amount of copyright issues that would ensue.

Instead, she cut the middle-man, and arrived at the destination all those roads arrived at.

"You're a fucking idiot."

Normally, TF would get a little surly at this point and skulk off, after his oh-so-wondrous mind had been challenged by such eloquent reasoning, but instead the young man simply smirked.

"Willing to bet on it?"

Jackie gave her own are-you-stupid look. "You could just give me some free money instead of making yourself suffer first."

"So you don't want the money?"

"Money is good. What's your wager?"

"Five grand, cash. The day the movie comes out, if there's no Type-01, I'll hand you the stack myself and let you count it."

"Uh huh," Jackie said. She leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms. "And if you actually win?"

"Well..." he drawled, his eyes roving up and down Jackie's body, "if I win, I get sucky-suck."

For most, this would be the part where they rather uncouthly threatened HR or violence, or perhaps both. Some of them might even follow up on those threats in short order.

A full-bodied laugh filled the office cubicle. "Seriously, just a fucking blowie?"

Jackie was not most people.

TF blinked in surprise. "I'm sorry?"

"Oh, you definitely will be when I get my five grand," she said, still chuckling. "C'mon, this is what your grand move is for? Just some sloppy toppy? Nice job on throwing in an Asian joke too by the way."

TF was quick to bounce back. "You willing to up the ante then, if you're so sure? Cuz you will be sorry yourself when Type-01 and Meteor Man shake hands."

Jackie leaned forward, ignoring the young man's pointed glance down her shirt. "Bitch, if Type-01 and Meteor Man actually meet, I'd let you fuck me any way you want for an entire night."

"Really," TF said, giving her a pointedly unbelieving face. "I'm a fucking sexual machine, sweet-tits. You wouldn't be able to walk right for a week after I'm done with you."

"What, you? I bet you're a one-pump chump."

"You willing to find out?"

"I'm not going to, because I'm going to get five grand instead." Jackie leaned back in her chair. "I'm so confident that I'm willing to put it all on the table."

"For the bet, we really need to figure out what 'all' means," TF said.

She crossed her arms. "If you win, which ain't gonna happen, I'd let you fuck me any way you want. I'd let you take me raw, no rubber, no pulling out. I'd let you tie me up and fuck me like I'm just a toy. I'd let you fuck me in the ass as hard as you can."

The young man crossed his legs and coughed. "And on the 'night' part?"

"As soon as we're done with work, and until we have to go in again next morning."

"That's like 14 hours."

"Yeah, and it's not happening," Jackie retorted. "I can't believe you're so fucking stupid that you're gonna give me five grand over this."

TF ignored the jab. His gaze was focused now, hungry. "Then we have a deal?"

"Yeah." She extended her hand. "Done deal."

"Swell," he said, taking her hand and shaking it. He tensed his thighs for a few moments, then got up. "See ya around, sweet-tits. Get some rest, cuz when the movie's out next week, me love you long time."

"Fuck you."

"That's the plan."

****

Jackie was not terribly surprised that TF would make that kind of bet. It was not some great mystery why he kept on bugging her at work- it was also why she hated his guts so much. From day one he'd been blatantly undressing her with his eyes, unabashedly staring at her ass or taking a peek at her cleavage. Granted, it was sorta natural to find the tiny twenty-two year old Asian chick with a nice tan and a round ass hot, but that didn't mean one could be a dick about it.

The great irony was that if he had just been a normal coworker and had asked her if he could take a crack at that pussy, she probably would've said yes. Hell, at her old job a dare had quickly evolved into a coworker bending her over a glass table and reaming her for fifteen minutes raw. She was a self-described slut, and she loved being one.

But since TF had to be That Fucker about it, she wasn't going to even entertain letting him touch her. Even the bet didn't change that- the odds were so hilariously in her favor it wasn't really much of a bet.

Of course, that didn't stop him from being even more of a douche.

****

"Shin Meteor Man's gonna have a special release with English subs Thursday night in the UK," he said, Monday morning. "Guess I'll be having a special release myself, if you know what I mean."

"Is that what you call it when you don't have your tissues handy?" she had replied, not even looking away from the monitor.

****

"Thursday night, you gonna be a Pad Thai," he said, Tuesday afternoon. "Brown, hot, and filled with a lot of nuts."

"And you're gonna be a Portuguese muffin," she spat back. "White, dry, and no one's putting you in their mouth."

"Oh, someone will," he said, looking at her lips.

****

"What are you doing now?" she asked tiredly.

TF didn't break his gaze from her lower half. "Just checking in on what's gonna be mine tomorrow. Better get all nice and clean down there, just for me."

"Oh, I will. I want to be nice and clean when you hand me five grand."

"Better watch your ass, Chinatown," he said. "Cuz I'll be nutting in it tomorrow."

"Ackshually, I'm Thai," she said, using his grating tone of voice. "Gee, don't you know your geography?"

"I know that I'm going to Thai you up and make you scream my name."

Jackie laughed, then went back to looking up high-end mecha models.

****

Thursday afternoon came, and Jackie found herself feeling a little antsy as she sat in her cubicle, playing with her pen as she stared at the monitor. The news on the movie would be releasing soon, and she was eager to get her cash.

She wondered if he even had the money. Was he going to just awkwardly walk into the cubicle, mumbling about how he'd need a few days to get her the dough? Honestly, she might not even mind if she didn't get the money, if she got to see him eat crow like that. It was wishful thinking, but it'd be nice if he couldn't look her in the eye for a while after that.

Her chaos account pinged, and she scooted forward a bit more quickly than she'd care to admit. Someone had tagged her in her main server, in #spoilercorner. That only gave her a moment's hesitation- she knew there were a few big Meteor Man fans in the server, and something simple as some random kaiju showing up could be it.

Clicking on the notification, she saw that one of her online buddies had tagged everyone, along with the message "WHAT THE FUCK". There was a spoilered image in the channel, and she hovered over it for a moment before clicking.

No.

NO.

WHAT.

The picture was a bit grainy, clearly taken from some Brit's phone, but she could rather clearly see the theater screen. Or, rather, the frame of Meteor Man shaking hands with Type-01 on said screen.

"Bull fucking shit," she muttered.

That seemed to be the reactions in the channel as well. Jackie pushed away from the monitor, then fished her phone out of her purse and checked out twitter. Her hands were a little shaky as she began to check out the trending tags.

As if in mockery of her reality, the top tags were all related. #shinmeteorman #gospelbot #gospelxmeteorman #ONYANO, each one with thousands of retweets.

Diving into it did nothing to alleviate her fears. There were multiple screenshots from different theaters, a lot of text in Japanese she couldn't read, and even a video reaction in some theater in Tokyo.

"I just felt like it," Onya said, according to a fan-translated interview that Jackie read with a dry throat. Someone was already trying to doxx the entire production team of Studios Felix and Eiji.

Jackie felt a bead of sweat trickle down her temple as she trawled through social media, looking for any sign it was fake. Then, she was interrupted by a knock at her cubicle wall.

Even though she knew who it was going to be, she couldn't help but feel her stomach fall as TF stood in the doorway. The young man was standing taller than usual, a serene look on his face, so knowing it made her want to punch it.

He stepped into the cubicle, looming over her, then before she could do anything he slipped a hand into the low-cut neck of her shirt, palming her breast through her bra.

"Looks like I win," he said.

Jackie grabbed his wrist and tried to push it off, but his hand stayed where it was. "Fuck you, man. You must've known. That's not a real bet."

"Was it a real bet when you were completely sure I was an idiot about to give you free money?" TF asked. "A deal is a deal."

He began to knead her breast, and Jackie felt her face redden.

"You're mine, now." His voice was firm, almost icy. "We're off the clock in ten minutes. In ten minutes you're driving to my place with me, and I'm going to clap those fat Thai cheeks of yours all night long."

Jackie's shoulders slumped, and she practically melted into her chair, feeling utterly defeated to the point where she couldn't even look him in the eyes. It was a feeling she'd known before, and that familiarity brought with it feelings she didn't want associated with this.

"Alright." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "You win."

"Swell!" His hand slipped out of her shirt, then he gave her breast a little thwack. "Glad you started gaining some weight again. Your tits are a little fat, just how I like 'em."

With that, he strolled out of the cubicle, humming, and Jackie laid her head on her desk.

****

TF's house was not very far from work, much to her dismay- she'd been hoping it'd be at least an hour's drive, as to minimize the time she'd have to spend with the man, but considering the universe was cruel enough to make her lose the bet, it seemed it was cruel enough to make his house a ten-minute drive.

She pulled into the driveway immediately after TF's pickup truck. She killed the engine, then stayed in her seat for a few moments, closing her eyes and taking deep breaths. Finally, she hopped out.

TF was waiting for her at the door to his small abode, hands in his pockets. Jackie slowly climbed up the steps, then swallowed as he opened the door and beckoned her in. His living room was surprisingly spartan, though the little furniture he had was high-quality.

"So," she said warily, as she began to turn around. "What are we-"

She didn't finish before he was upon her, silencing her with a rough kiss. His velvety tongue slipped into her mouth, while one of his hands cupped her breast through her shirt, squeezing. She could taste him, detect the cool undercurrent of mint as their tongues wrestled..

Part of her wanted to push him off, to slap him and tell him to take it slow. Instead, she could feel her willpower leave her, replaced by a powerful sense of defeat and submission. She didn't resist as he pulled back so he could yank off her shirt, followed by her bra.

He gazed at her chest, eyeing her (temporary) b-cups like a wolf would regard a slab of steak.

"I've been waiting to see these tits since I took this job," he said, hungrily. "God they're beautiful."

He bent down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it before swirling his tongue about her areola. Jackie looked away, feeling her face turn red as he moved on to the other nipple.

A strong hand clamped down on her shoulder, and she mechanically knelt on the floor. TF looked down at her, hands on his hips.

"How 'bout we start things off with some nice sucky-suck?" he said, grinning.

Jackie reached up to his jeans with shaky hands, then unzipped his fly. Pulling down his pants a little, she was greeted by his hard cock springing out and slapping her in the face. God almighty, he was

huge

. She'd technically had bigger cocks before, but the idea of what he was going to do to her with this one was not promising.

One of his hands grabbed her air. "I know you are in awe of such majesty, but get to it."

Licking her lips, she leaned forward and took him into her mouth, at least relieved he had a neutral flavor to him. What she wasn't relieved by was how tight a fit it was- he was definitely a hairbreadth from the limit of what she could put in her mouth without her teeth getting involved.

Then again, maybe that wouldn't have been such a bad thing.

She slid about as much as she could fit into her mouth, or about halfway, then pulled back and went forward again, caressing the underside of his cock with her tongue. She could taste his precum now, surprisingly sweet. Maybe he'd started eating pineapple in preparation.

For a few moments she worked the tip, sucking on it and kissing it with pursed lips, before lathering it with her tongue and once again bobbing up and down on his cock. The hand in her hair began to guide her along at the tempo he wanted.

"Look at me," he said.

She did as told, shame filling her as she stared him in the eyes. God, she was sucking TF's dick, kneeling on the floor with her tits out. How the fuck did this ever happen?

A few minutes passed in silence, broken only by the wet gurgling as she gave him sloppy head, as well as his increasingly heavy breathing. Finally, he began to jerk, and he suddenly held her in place as salty seed filled her mouth.

She pulled back, sputtering and coughing, strings of drool dripping from her lips. Tears filled her eyes as she cleared her throat and swallowed.

"Good girl," he said.

"Fucking hell, that is not okay, TF-" she began.

"When we're here, you call me Daddy," he cut her off. "And the deal was I could fuck you however I wanted."

That word hit her like some ancient spell, banishing the flare of defiance. For a moment her lips trembled, and she remembered a time she knelt before someone else who bade her to call him that term.

"You suck Daddy's dick real good, China Doll...

"

She rose to her feet, wiping her mouth. TF pulled her close, her naked chest pressing into his clothed one as his hands found her ass through her jeans.

"Now then, I don't know about you, but Daddy's craving some Pad Thai," he said.

Jackie didn't have time to respond before he suddenly lifted her over his shoulder, carrying her like a caveman as he started walking towards what she imagined was his bedroom. Naturally, the grip was so that his hand rested on her ass as he held her steady.

She couldn't really see his room aside from the hardwood floor as he stepped inside- it wasn't until he plopped her on the bed that she realized just what she was getting into. The man's bedroom was practically a sex dungeon- on a table he'd arranged all sorts of toys and tools.

"What do you think?" he asked, as he began to peel off his shirt and shimmy out of his jeans.

She watched nervously as he stood over her naked, his spent cock already starting to get back up.

"I think I shouldn't have agreed to a bet with a sunnuvabitch like you," she spat.

"And I think you look better without those pants on," he said.

Clambering onto the bed, he grabbed her by the legs and pulled her towards him. Undoing her fly, he looped his fingers into her waistband and pulled off her jeans and panties, leaving her completely bare to him. His half-hard cock slapped against her inner thigh, and she shivered.

"Now, let's get you ready," he said.

Leaning to the side, he pulled a pair of handcuffs from the table, then another, and Jackie's heart began to pound. She absolutely did not like being tied up during sex. And yet, when he grabbed her wrists, she offered no resistance as he cuffed one hand to a bedpost, then the other on the other side.

"This the only way you can get some pussy?" she managed to snark.

"Well, if it ain't broke..." he drawled, kneeling between her legs.

He leaned down, and once again began to paw at her tits, kneading one while his mouth descended on the other. Of all the times she finally had some curves thanks to her girlfriends' regimens, it had to be when this fucker could enjoy them.

The cock against her thigh hardened, and he pulled his mouth away from her breasts. Looking down, he cocked an eyebrow.

"Hard for you to get wet, huh?"

"Not when some troglodyte is about to fuck me."

He shrugged, then lowered his face to between her legs. At that, Jackie bucked a little.

"I don't like getting eaten out," she said.

"I don't really care," he said. "Besides, I thought you lesbos did this all the time."

"First off-" she began, only to gasp as his tongue ran up her seam. "Ah, fuck!"

TF chuckled. "I mean, if you really don't want that, you could just ask me."

"T-" she stopped when his tongue found her folds again. "...

Daddy

, please don't eat me out."

"Alright," he said, smirking. "Now say, 'Daddy, please lube me up and fuck me silly'."

She tried her best to glare at him. "Daddy, please lube me up and fuck me silly."

"Atta girl."

TF leaned over and grabbed a bottle of lube from the table. Squeezing some out, he rubbed the clear gel all over his cock, maintaining eye contact as he did so. Setting the bottle aside, he laid a slick hand on her crotch, and she jumped as two fingers slid inside, smearing the lubrication inside of her.

"I am not going to be gentle," he said, laying his cock on her seam. "I'm going to stretch your little Thai snatch and ream you till you're numb. You're not going to enjoy this, but I sure as hell am."

With that, he repositioned himself, the spongy tip of his length pressing against her folds. Jackie wanted to look away, yet she maintained eye contact as he suddenly surged within her. He was right- he was not gentle. He filled her too quickly, stretching her uncomfortably with his massive cock as he tried his hardest to bottom out in her.

Even the bigger dicks were from behind to take some of the length off. Jackie felt like she was going to tear as he plunged into her- she wanted to force him out, for him to encounter any resistance and pull out, but with the lube he didn't need to worry.

He managed to fit all but an inch inside of her before he finally seemed to concede defeat. Jackie for her part felt like he was pushing her stomach into her ribs, the tip of his cock pushing against her cervix. Her heart pounded through her veins, drowning out the feel of his own pulse as his cock lay in her.