No Risk, No Reward Part One: The Bet

“Are you sure about this?” I asked as I stared at her.

“You bet.” She smiled.

“Okay.” I shook her hand, sealing the bet.

“Two Saturday’s in a row will be nice,” Claire said, chugging her beer.

“That’s if you team wins.” I sat back on the couch as we watched the college football game.

Our teams were rivals, and as much as I hated the idea of finding someone to work her shifts, as we were short-handed already but, I couldn’t let her talk trash about my team.

My team hadn’t beaten hers at home in a long time, longer than I had been alive. I was hoping we would get the upset win with the new members and coach.

It didn’t start well. We fumbled the ball, leading to a touchdown, and then we threw an interception, which resulted in another touchdown.

By the half, we were down twenty-one points. Claire got up and called her husband, Steven. She was bragging to him about having the next two Saturday nights off.

They had recently gotten married; it hadn’t been a whole year yet, and I could already see trouble in paradise.

Steven worked long hours during the day, and Claire worked the night shift at our warehouse.

They were like passing ships, waving at each other before heading to work.

Claire was what the dock crew called a PAWG. Phat Ass White Girl. She wasn’t fat, chubby, or anything like that, just what I called thick in the right places. Namely, Tits, Waist, Hips, and especially a Phat ass. The rest of her was regular or average.

She said she got all of it from her Greek heritage mixed with her Native American and Caucasian genes.

Whatever it was, it worked. Claire was the work eye candy for every male in the building. She felt most comfortable around me as she would only drink when I was around. Usually, I didn’t socialize with anyone at work, but I knew Claire could keep her mouth shut.

Any one of the supervisors would rat on me if they knew the boss was drinking and socializing with one of the workers. They all wanted my position.

“It’s back on,” Claire told Steven.

The third quarter looked the same as the first two until one of the linebackers from my team punished their running back in the backfield. It was like an adrenaline shot was administered to the whole team.

We scored a touchdown on our next possession and got the ball back on a fake kickoff. We scored again, and the lead had dropped to two touchdowns.

Claire wasn’t looking too happy. Her team looked like they were on the ropes. The fourth quarter started with a bang as we returned a punt for a touchdown. We were down by one touchdown now.

They were holding onto the ball by running and throwing for short yardage. No doubt trying to keep our offense off the field. “Interception!” I yelled as the cornerback took it back.

We were tied.

Claire’s face was pale white.

We kicked it off, and then it happened it was like slow motion was activated. The returner muffed the catch. The ball bounced into the endzone, and one of my team members fell on it.

“Yes!” I yelled.

We had taken the lead.

“I can’t believe this.” Claire stood and paced as the game continued.

As the minutes went by, it became apparent that her team was gassed. They had used all their energy in the first three quarters. My team was running wild on offense and defense.

“Game!” I yelled as the clock reached zero, my team being the victor.

Claire stared at me. “You won.” She smiled.

“Yup, pay up.” I smiled.

While I had given up two Saturdays, Claire had bet cash.

“I don’t have it, not right now,” Claire said as she looked at me.

“Are you kidding?” I asked as I was pissed.

“Mike, I swear I can get it to you on the next paycheck,” Claire said.

“See?! This is why I don’t like betting people!” I swore.

“You’re right,” Claire said. “I am sorry.”

“You know, you are lucky,” I stood up and looked at her. “I would be very upset if you weren’t a good worker.”

“I know it’s my fault.” Claire stared at me with those green eyes.

Then a thought hit me, and I knew it wasn’t good, but I had her by the short hair.

“If you don’t want me to tell Steven that you bet money, on this game, cash or ass,” I turned to look at her.

“What?” Claire asked.

“You heard me.” I sat back down. “Cash or ass.”

Steven was a jealous man. He thought she was at a friend’s house, not with her black male boss. Not only that, but they were saving money to get a house and get out of their rental apartment.

“You can’t be serious,” Claire said.

“Dead serious.” I stared back.

Claire stood up, and now she was pacing again.

“Fine!” Claire stopped.

“Okay, let’s go to an ATM.” I smiled.

“No, not cash,” Claire said as she shocked me.

I was sure she would pull some money out of some secret account.

“You want it,” Claire said, turning around and pulling on her jeans.

“Fuck!” I said, staring at the most perfect peach-shaped white ass I had ever seen.

It was perfect, with a pink thong between her cheeks. “There it is, you happy?” she asked.

I don’t know what came over me, but I immediately fell to my knees and pushed my face between her cheeks.

My tongue found her slit, and I gripped her hips as I licked and flicked her from behind.

“Fuck!” Claire yelled as she held onto the small table before her.

I held her tight as I continued my assault on her, moving my fingers in and out of her as I licked her ass.

“Goddamn!” Claire yelled as I kept her from pulling away.

I knew Steven never went down on her like this, and I wanted to push the thought of him right out of her head.

“Mike, fuck,” Claire said as I continued.

“Okay,” I said.

I stood up and aimed my cock at her tight asshole.

The head of my cock didn’t go in on the first or second try, but on the third, it pierced the tight ring of her ass.

“Fuck!” Claire exclaimed as I gripped her hips and pushed deep into her.

I fucked her hard on the floor of my living room. I watched my dick go into her ass. Claire begged me to fuck her harder than she had ever been fucked.

We didn’t just fuck once or twice. Claire rode my cock the fourth time, just after telling Steven she was on her way back.

I held her down on my cock as I came inside her.

“I really better go, for real this time.” Claire smiled as she slid off me.

“Yeah, you better, or you might not get out of here.” I smiled.

I walked her to the door and bid her farewell.

‘Work was about to get a little more interesting,’ I thought as I watched her drive away.