A small wager

"Yeah," John adds, "I think I know just the thing. At the party tonight there will be a couple of "professionals" for my friends to enjoy. You beat me and I will hook you up with a woman to do whatever you want in the sack, any kinky thing you ever wanted to do or watch. Your only challenge will be to figure out which girls are the pros and which are just here for the party."

You think to yourself whether Megan is a "friend" or a "pro" but instead you ask, "So tell me John, what happens if you win?"

"Why then you owe me a favor, a favor of my choosing when I tell you."

You look over at John, or more specifically at Megan's firm tits that she is still displaying to you by leaning over John, and wonder what kind of sick game he is up to this time. John was the best, or worst depending on which end of the joke you were on, practical joker in college. He had unlimited money, and a queer sense of humor. You look at John and then at Megan's smiling face and say, "Sure I agree to your bet, I can whip you ass anytime and every time. Let's do it."

You wonder for a moment if you win either way, either you have to try and guess who the hookers are tonight if you win, or you have to do some stupid pet trick type thing when John gets around to thinking one up. You realize that the guess the hooker game is definitely the better of your two choices.

You start the game and you remember that John play better when there is a bet on the line. The game is very close it comes down to the last play of the game, your team has the ball and you arc a pass towards the end zone. If it is complete you win, if not John wins.