Favors

"If I guess your secret, you have to do me a favor," you say. "Whatever I want. And if I guess wrong, then I have to do you a favor. Whatever you want!"

You wink at her, both to make sure she'll take the bet and to make her realize there are a number of nasty favors she'd like to give and receive.

"You're on!" Sarah says. "What's my secret?"

You pull at your chin and look her up and down, thinking of a secret.

"You came to work today with a remote-control vibrating butt plug in your ass," you guess.

Your boss gapes at you, horrified.

"I would NEVER! " she says, her anger at the suggestion burning through the emotions you had imposed on her.

"Don't lie, Sarah," you say with a wink. "That's cheating!"

Your boss blushes incandescently, very aware of the butt plug you winked into existence and that she was caught in a lie.

"Please don't tell anyone," she begs.

"Of course not, Sarah," you assure her. "As long as you do me a favor! "

"Of course!" she says. "Anything! What do you want?"

You grin wickedly.