Her. Obviously.

“You’ve already fucked my mouth, ass and cunt, what more do you want?” Ebony asked.

“Simple, every evening for a week you come over to my apartment at six. You’re mine to do with as I please until dawn. You’ll do everything I say, willingly and eagerly. Understand?” Richter asked.

Ebony considered it for a moment, she needed that five hundred bucks and wanted payback. While she was sure she could get payback either way, tricking Ivory was not an accomplishment (though Ivory had laid a trap that was impressive, for her, by contacting one of the salesman at a store Ebony frequented). Images of getting a couple of football players she’d fucked a while back to bugger the bitch in turn until the cum poured outta here ass, stretching it out permanently danced in her head, but that wouldn’t get her the cash, besides, she was sure she could take anything the ‘cracker’ could dish out.

Since he hadn’t bothered to tell her where Ivory would be, winning the bet probably wasn’t on if she didn’t take him up on his offer, but she could still get her ****.