bimboisbetter: Felicia had a feeling she was being hustled. She’d won the first three games pr
bimboisbetter: Felicia had a feeling she was being hustled. She’d won the first three games pretty handily, and the guy from the bar owed her $200. She was pretty satisfied with herself. Then he’d changed things. “Why don’t we wager something more interesting? If you win, I’ll give you $1000.”She laughed. “Oh yeah? And what am I wagering?”He grinned at her. “Let’s start with… common sense.” She had rolled her eyes at that and agreed. He seemed to have a weird sense of humor, and she’d had a couple of drinks. He wanted to risk a grand on a game of pool, that was for him to worry about. That game didn’t go her way, though. It was close, but he seemed to manage to pull off a bunch of tough shots that he’d been missing the last few games. As he sank the eight ball with a grin, she felt herself go lightheaded a bit. “We should play again.” he said as he racked the balls.“Oh… sure, okay.” she agreed. She had a vague feeling that was a bad idea - how’d he get so good all of a sudden? - but she couldn’t follow those thoughts to their logical conclusion.“Same as before - $1000 if you win. If I win, I get… your outfit.”She laughed. “You want my clothes?” she asked, looking down at her sweater and jeans.“Not really. I want to change them. If I win, I get to.” She agreed again, because she couldn’t think of a reason not to. He won handily. She hardly stood a chance. As she pouted, surprised at how fast the pool tables had turned, he grabbed some new clothes for her. “Go change,” he ordered, and she did. He won the bet, she couldn’t argue. She came back out in her knee-high socks, electric blue fishnet top, and panties. They played another game, where she lost her intelligence, and another, which cost her her memory. She had no idea what was going on anymore, but she giggled dimly and nodded when he told her they were going to play one more game, and she’d be betting her free will. -- source link