A Wager

"Ten minutes, eh?" John said. "Demi, how about a little bet?"

"What type of bet?" Demi asked.

"Simple. I know you want my cum all over your face and tits and hair," John said. "If you can get me to cum before your show, I'll, um, take you on a date. My treat."

"And if I lose?"

"If you can't get me to cum before your show, you must quit the entertainment industry after tonight and take a job as a maid for a rich UCLA frat house. You will clean that frat house every day of the week except Saturday and Sunday, and if they want to fuck you, you must let them free of charge. Furthermore, failure to get me to cum also means I get to live with you rent-free and fuck you during your days off if I choose. What do you say?"

Demi thought for a while. "I must say, this wager seems to be weighted more against me. But I've never lost a bet before, so you're on!"

She unzipped John's pants and let his dick flop free.