No, chase down Bill and Mark

"Maybe another time," I tell the man as I hurry outside to chase down the two other men. Given how drunk the two of them were, they didn't make it very far and I was able to catch up fairly quickly. "Yo!" I yell once as I am within earshot, and the two men turn to look.

"What's up? I thought you were staying in the bar to drink away your bank account," Bill said, making Mark snicker. Normally, that kind of thing would have bothered you, but the sting is kind of taken out of it when you just saw his topless wife.

"Yeah, yeah. I was, but I thought that might get boring. I figured I would check to see if you guys were going to get up to anything fun," I reply.

"Just waiting for an Uber to go home so I can explain to my wife why I lost a bunch of money at the bar," Bill grumbles. I had suggested that they head home, so I am not quite sure what prompted me to follow them, but it's not like my drunk mind was firing on all cylinders.

"Hmmm, well what if I give you a chance to earn some of your money back then?" I say.

Bill narrows his eyes. "What are you suggesting?"

I pull out the mysterious coin I found on the ground. "A simple bet. A coin flip. If you win, you get your money back. You lose, and your wife sends you five more topless pictures for me."

He doesn't even think about it for a second. "Done."

"Alright then. Call it," I flip the coin up into the air.

"Heads," he says confidently as the coin tumbles through the air. I put my hand out, catch it, and flip it onto my arm. I pull my hand off of it. Tails. "Fuck!" Bill exclaims before pulling his phone out.

Normally I would be happy enough with those reaults, but the **** is filling me with confidence. I turn to Mark while his buddy explains to his wife that he is about to expose her tits to a random stranger. "What about you? Want to try and earn your money back?"

Mark looks at his best friend again as he gets increasingly frustrated at the situation. Then you can see the gambler in him take over as the allure of winning back his money floats into his drunken mind. "Same deal?" he asks, on the hook.

As I about to agree, I stop and think. Unlike Bill's wife, I actually know Mark's wife, Paulina from high school. She had the best ass in the class, and it only got better with age, like a fine wine. "Almost. You win the coin flip, you get your money back. If I win, I get five pictures of Paulina's fat ass instead of her tits," I say.

"Deal," he says, then grumbles to himself, "don't talk about my wife like that," as if he didn't just bet her body against a couple hundred bucks without her consent. I ignore the comment as I send the coin flipping. "Tails," Mark says, trying the opposite of what his buddy did. However, when the coin is revealed, he sees that he will be sharing his fate. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and wanders a few steps away.

As I watch him walk away, Bill comes up and unceremoniously hands me his phone. "There. Enjoy it while you can," he says, I take it and stare at the pictures of his wife's rack perfectly on display. From her measured poses and the expression on her face, it is clear that she is incredibly horny. "Are you done yet?" Bill asks after barely 30 seconds with the pictures.