Baiting

As Mark closed the door, leaving me in the middle, I glanced at her. She has her seatbelt on and was ready to start the car. Now's the perfect time.

"Excuse me, Miss... Sarah? I dropped a hundred near the road when you came rushing to us. Could you please check if it's there... It'd be right near your door..."

She left a frustrated "aah" and opened the door. She leaned outside, trying to look near the footpath without moving from the seat. As expected, her skirt rode up and gave us the full view of her ass. There was nothing restricting the view of her plump, juicy ass except a shiny black stone in the middle. A buttplug. I pulled Mark to the middle to show him that he's lost.

"I don't see anything. Do you want me to go outside to look for it?" She asked, with her head still outside the car.

"You picked it up, didn't you Mark?" I said, acting angry at him.

"Sorry, I thought you wouldn't notice..." Mark said. He sound defeated.

She slammed the door and started driving.

"Guess you're buying then. I choose... her buttplug" I whispered.

He was shocked. "How can I ask her that?" His question was not one without reason.

But I can't let him free that easy. I assured him "I bet she wouldn't mind us asking her anything at all, no matter how personal or sexual it sounds. If I win, you have to do whatever I say with that buttplug. If I lose, you don't have to buy it."

As we approached the signal, I leaned forward. "Hey, do you mind if we ask you a few questions?"

"Sure. Anything" Her reply was monotonous, as if she know what we'll be asking.