Her friend, Nina

The rules were simple: make it through an entire date with the person Lena chose. If you had a good time and would honestly consider them a good match, then she won. If you honestly didn't think you were a good match, she'd concede.

As for Nina...

You had to admit you were expecting someone a little... older. Nina had just turned twenty-one and was definitely still a college girl. The date you'd been sent on was a nice dinner and then a walk around a small shopping area after. Lena had set everything up and, if you wanted to win, you needed to make it through the whole date "to see if she got it right."

You were even more shocked when Nina decided to sit next to you instead of across from you at dinner. She had her arms around yours and snuggled up closely as the two of you looked over the menus. "You know, you're not too bad on the eyes..." Nina said, turning to look up at you. "I think I'll keep you."

"Keep me? What?" You looked down to catch her gaze. Was she... serious? "I don't know what Lena told you, but—"

"Oh, she told me everything. She said that she was going to pick out someone who's your type, so she picked me. The two of you may have stated it just had to be one date, but we're going to have more." She ran one of her hands down your leg and smirked. "I'm going to be your new obsession, sweetie..."

You regretted facing her in that moment as she leaned up to kiss you. Her other hand brushed your hair back, districting you for a moment until you managed to pull away. "That wasn't in the agreement," you took in a small breath, calming yourself down.

"This isn't about your game, cariño. Lena was right: I am your type and you are just mine!" She ran a finger down your arm and gave you a wicked smile.

"You're certainly not my type! My wife is and you are definitely not her," you cleared your throat and sat back up straight. You didn't know if sitting through this was a good idea anymore. At worst, you just had to do whatever Lena said for a day. Then again, maybe that would be pretty bad...

"Oh, but I'm right. I can tell what kind of man you are; you're in charge in every aspect of your life and feel the need to put on this big show of strength, but you'd really love someone to dominate you and take care of you. You don't want to always be strong. You want to serve," she scooted closer to you in your seat. "I want to dominate. I want to control. You're the perfect man for me to do that with. I'll pluck you right out of that silly marriage of yours and keep you all to myself."

You tried to speak, but she pressed a finger to your lips. Her other hand rested on your crotch, gently kneading it. "You want me. You want what I will give you. You'll fall hopelessly in love with me. You'll spoil me and pleasure me and I'll take the place of your boring wife. By the end of our date, you'll be mine." She took her finger off and let go of your clothed cock before turning back to the menu.

Well, now you had two problems. If you stuck it out, she'd definitely keep trying more stuff like that. But if you left, then you'd default on the bet and Lena would win. Could you still stay on the date? Yea. But you were worried about what would happen to you if you stayed.

Because a part of you really liked what she just did.