Becky makes a bet

"But as much as I admire anyone who can do that..." Becky said. "Honestly, I don't have that kind of work ethic. I'd rather just get my exercise from fighting people. Besides, something else I had to learn while my arms were tied, muscle isn't everything. Having a great body is great. Breaking one down is even better."

"Reeaallly..." Yasmin growled, trying to sound as if she was angry.

"Yeah, really." Becky stretched her arms above her head, causing her breasts to bounce. Yasmin almost drooled. "Wanna make a bet?"

"I bet you that in five minutes, I can make you scream my name loud enough that the entire restaurant hears you."

"Starting now?"

"Right now."

"OK... hey!"

Becky had slipped her foot out of its high heeled shoe and rested it on Yasmin's knee. Slowly she worked her toes down in between Yasmin's legs.

"Ohh... so that's what you meant. Sorry Becky, limited access and... hey!"

"Squeeze those legs together as hard as you like, Yasmin. The hardest muscle has its weak spot, and I know how to find it. Just a little downward... girl, you're already wet! Ah, there we go."

Becky slid her toes inside Yasmin's pussy. Yasmin gasped and shuddered.

"Just because I'm violent on tv doesn't mean I don't know how to be gentle when I have to. C'mon..."

Yasmin's legs fell open as she leaned back in her chair.

Becky slipped her other shoe off as she brought her second leg up. Using two of her toes she grabbed Yasmin's clit and gently squeezed it.

"Oh GOD YES!" Yasmin's body twisted on her chair as she tried to keep her balance. "Give it to me, giveittome giveittome... what?"

Becky withdrew everything but the foot grip on Yasmin's clit. "What do I wanna hear, Yas?"

"Oh... OH GOD BECKY! BECKY LUV YOU FUCKING BITCH MAKE ME CUM!"

"Good girl." Becky moved one foot so her heel was pressing down on Yasmin's pubic bone, and fucked her with the other. Yasmin went rigid. Her eyes glazed over and she grabbed her chair so hard her knuckles turned white. Becky prolonged the orgasm masterfully, going back after Yasmin's clit and rubbing it, setting her off again.

"Four minutes and thirty-six second." The waitress, who Becky hadn't noticed and Yasmin had forgotten about, made them both jump.

"...wow." Yasmin pulled herself back up in her chair. "So what do you win?"