FAILURE

Under normal circumstances, Christina's boast would have been an easy win for her. But this was your universe, and you weren't going to let that happen. And that's not even mentioning that you had just gotten blown by Sydney Sweeney less than an hour ago.

The car had pulled into a long, winding driveway as it approached a bevy of lights off in the distance. You could barely focus on where you were as preventing your orgasm demanded all of your energy. Christina was not making it easy on you as she sucked deep and messy. She slurped noisily and twisted her head wildly as her untamed hair followed suit. You wanted desperately to grab her ass perched high in the air while pumping a load into her obliging throat. But you resist somehow, keeping your hands off her entirely as you watch her work against the clock.

There was a lot working against the busty ginger, so it was no surprise that even with her best and sloppiest effort, the car reached its destination without you blowing your load. Though not keen on stopping her, you tap her gently on the head to break her concentration. She pops up from your dick and looks around confused, panting like a dog in the summer.

"What? What happened? Oh shit, we're here already?" she says with a frown as saliva dripped down her chin. "Are you even close?"

"Closer than I was before we left," you reply with a shrug even as you feel you might burst if the wind blows too hard. "Looks like I won the bet, though"

"Yeah, I guess," she deigns. "So, what do you want as your prize?"

"Well, that depends, I guess." You look out the window at what is easily the largest house you've ever seen. "Where the fuck are we?"

"Just some typical Hollywood party I got invited to." Christina replies while wiping drool and precum from her mouth with the back of her hand, sitting up on her knees next to you. "Other famous people, agents, producers. You mingle, make connections, maybe sign an NDA and fuck someone. Mostly people over 35 so we don't have to talk about TikTok."

"So just a Hollywood MILF party? I'm in!" you shout.

"Oh, so that's your prize?" Christina asks with a smile and a raised eyebrow.

"Part of it," you reply with building excitement as you come up with it on the fly. "You're gonna take me in there, and then you get a choice. Since I feel like you tried pretty hard." You paused, but Christina didn't interject. She looked at you with expectancy, hands neatly folded in her lap, and still topless.

"So," you continued. "You can either take me in there, find the busiest room full of the most people, and finish me down your throat in front of all of them." Your dick - still rock hard - twitches at even the idea. "Or, we can go in there, find somewhere private and you're gonna get someone to do it for you."

"Anyone?" Christina asks, clearly thankful for the way out.

"Anyone," you reply. "Someone you like, someone you hate, someone you've never met - I don't really give a fuck, but you're gonna be there to make sure they swallow every drop. So, what's it gonna be?"

Christina bites her lip in focused concentration as you relax into your no-lose scenario.