Be fucking clever

I couldn’t claim to be an expert in shoes, feet weren't one of my kinks, but I had noticed she and Diamond seemed to be about the same shoe size, so I’d ‘borrowed’ Diamond’s shoes on the way out. I had given her a wink, but she might have been distracted by Asa’s licking…well, I’m sure she’d figure out a solution.

Because, I needed those shoes if I was going to have any chance. “Sounds like a plan, but you aren’t fully dressed, like I said.”

She glanced down, “What? Come on, this is what girls wear to work out, at least around me,” she gave me a mocking sneer, “maybe around you they wear baggy clothes, but this is right.”

I stepped forward, “Almost, but you forgot the shoes,” I said, pulling Diamond’s heels out of my bag.

She stared at them. “Unless you’re trying to pull a fast one and welch on our last bet?”

“Don’t be stupid, I never would…but I can’t wear those at work, it wouldn’t be safe.”

Oh, that was the problem, well, I didn’t care what she wore at work. “Sure, carpenters work in flats, but the rest of the time, it’s heels. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.”

She nodded and snatched them up. They weren’t quite right, but they were close enough, though I heard her muttering about needing to buy new shoes along with new outfits. And bitching about how much it cost and what my forfeit should be when she next won…

Which wasn’t going to be now. She clearly hadn’t practiced in high heels. She fell over more times than she scored. I smirked down as I reached ten baskets first, and as I pulled her to her feet, I got +10 SP (Jenna: +36). Damn, guess she’d been real proud of her basketball skills.

My options this time reflected that. Dress sexy: (1) all the time, (2) rather than just as a woman, (3) when around me. Full makeup, all the time. Or Start training that ass with plugs.

I considered my options as she shit talked me, but agreed to introduce me to her roommate.

A quick race back to the car got me another +2 SP (Jenna: +38), not that she had a chance. That only gave me one option, increasing the number of hair styles she would wear, which I accepted instantly as I considered the other options.

I went with adding makeup. If she was dressing sexy all the time, she’d adapt to the heels and they were my secret weapon. And Tough Ass meant that she didn’t really need that much training. As we got in the car, she grumbled about having to buy new makeup too.

I offered to buy it for her, but she rejected that instantly, as it was her forfeit and she wasn’t some ‘bitch who didn’t pay her debts.’

We teased one another, all the way back to the work-site. Jenna’s truck was there and she quickly got to work (having changed back into her flats), but she did pause and wave hands in the awkward introduction manner, “Cory Chase, Eli Cain, Eli, Cory.”

I nodded, to her and gave her my most charming smile, “Pleasure. I heard you were having some car troubles? I might be able to help.”

Cory gave me a doubting look, but then Jenna cut in, “It’s already at the shop, a friend of mine is taking care of it. No charge!”

Cory was now giving Jenna a confused look, as Jenna’s new Competitive Wingman status pushed her to one-up me. “Uh…it is?”

“Of course, silly, you don’t think I’d let you have to pay for something like that? Not given our long-standing relationship?”

“Uh…no?” Cory was clearly confused, but willing to take it.

“I heard you needed a lift somewhere?”

Again Cory looked doubting, and Jenna jumped in, “Just let me unload my truck and you can take it,” Cory looked even more doubting.

“Don’t you need that?”

“Of course she does. She has a lot of work to do,” I said. “I can give you a lift, it’s not problem.”

“But--” Jenna began.

“If I didn’t do anything after you passed out last night, I think I can be trusted, don’t you?”

Jenna frowned, but Cory laughed, “He’s got you there, Jenna. You need your truck. Thanks for the car work, I appreciate it. I just need to head back to the office, you can pick me up after work, all right?”

“Fine…” Jenna pouted and I got a +3 SP (Jenna +41) again, only one option, this one changing her panties to something more girly than the granny panties she traditionally wore.

I smirked and happily gave Cory a lift back to work. She was an admin assistant at Wayne Corp. No one special, and, honestly, not very nice, or clever, or funny. She was pretty enough, but the flirting and conversation were quite awkward. The only reason to pursue her were her appearance, which I could better with any of my other women and to fuck with Jenna…

So I pursued her of course.

I did manage to get her number. It even proved to be her real one.

I stopped by Asa’s apartment after all that…only to find them both gone and all the cameras in a pile labeled, ‘take your shit, Andre.’

Well, that was my day’s work done…