Office wagers

The first six months went by smoothly. You built a rapport with all the ladies at the firm. Marina and her team - Sandy and Olivia, loved you and you worked closely with them. Marina and you had a teasing, flirty relationship, while Sandy and Olivia seemed to have shy, little crushes on you, which you enjoyed. Lisa, you noticed, also took nearly every opportunity to give your forearm a little squeeze. The pale Jules didn't pay fawn over you like the rest, but you did notice her glance down at your privates when he came to work from the gym (you sometimes showered and changed in the office bathroom, a nice perk). The intern Emily was very shy, and only spoke to you when spoken to, which was understandable in this environment.

Since there was no sales division, being an online company, the marketing department was in charge of all sales, since their efforts in getting the name of the company out there led directly to sales. You, as data chief, would do forecasting and tell the team how to optimize their marketing strategy. You and Marina often disagreed about the results, with you being generally more conservative and data-based and Marina going more off of intuition and talking with customers. Since it was a start-up many jobs had to be done outside of one's remit, like you handling forecasting or Marina having to speak with organizations who want to buy in bulk (since there was no sales team).

Because of your teasing relationship with Marina and constant disagreements, you developed a culture of wagers. At first, they were harmless - one involved Marina having to get everyone's attention at lunch to say, "John is much smarter than me and I shouldn't question his forecasts" for instance. But they started to get more and more involved. At first Rachel balked at this, but after some convincing that this friendly competition was good for the company, she relented. However, she did make everyone in the office sign agreements that they were doing wagers off of their own free will, and that everyone was okay with it (even as a non-participant) and would not sue the company. It also stated that she would not get involved in these bets in any capacity. Everyone signed on.

Some highlights of the office wagers so far had been you having to wear track pants to work with bold pink "JUICY" written on the back. There was the time Marina lost and had to wear a dunce cap for a week. You did lose once and have to wear jean shorts for a day (that day you did notice all the girls looking quite openly, even Rachel). However, on the whole you won about 4 bets for every one that she did.

Today, six months in, you saw the girls (minus Rachel) huddled up whispering as you entered the office. They also look up at you as you enter, like a bunch of schoolgirls caught doing something they shouldn't. "What are you ladies up to?" you say, in a friendly tone. "No good." says Marina, smirking. You head into your office for the rest of the day, getting to work. It's the first of the month, so you have to push out the sales projections by end of day

"Wow, you really have no faith in us, huh?" said Marina, barging into your office. "These projections are only 10% higher than last month. Come on, we'll sell more than that!"

"It's not about faith, Marina, our models take into account so many things, including market conditions. A 10% rise month on month is pretty good. Besides, it's just a model, you guys can obviously beat expectations if you get lucky"

"Lucky?!" Marina said, angrily. You get a kick out of riling her up. You can't stop a smirk from appearing on your face. "Oh gosh," Marina says, realizing, "you do know how to get me all hot and bothered. You know exactly which buttons to push." You can't help but feel that at some point you two might just need to fuck to get rid of the tension. Your cock stirs.

"How about a wager, then?" you say confidently, "you make a prediction and try to meet that"

"Fine," said Marina, "I think we'll do 50%" There was no way they could do that. It was far too much. Maybe 25%. But 50%? Forget it. "What are the stakes?" you say, trying not to sound too excited.

"If you win, I wear a French Maid outfit for a day. If I win, you do the same" "Deal"

Come the end of the month, Marina completely outdid the model, making 30% more sales than the previous month. However, that was still short of the 50% she had wagered on! You came into the office early on the first of this month and positioned yourself in front of the door, waiting for the grand entry. First came Rachel, who rolled her eyes at you and said, "Have your fun, but I still want the projections for this month by end of day, as per usual" The second person through the door, however, was the lovely Marina, dressed in a slutty French Maid outfit. Despite her girl next door looks, she looked smoking hot in the outfit. Perfect cleavage, short skirt, stocking that made her legs look delectable. You held you mouth agape. Marina walked up to you and put her finger on your chin and swiped up, and you realized your expression, closing your mouth. "Glad I made an impression at least." Marina said. For the first time in all your wagers, you noticed that she had flushed red. Not wanting to rub it in too much, you said, "You look amazing, Marina. Now I should really get back to work. I will see you at lunch"

Since you had been following this month's sales so closely the forecast was done before lunch, as you had everything ready to be done by lunch. This time the model predicted a 20% increase on last month, since the previous overperformance was already an anomaly. When you sat down in the break room for lunch, you were confronted by a hot but annoyed French Maid. "I'm tired of your little models. I think we can beat it again"

"That's what you said last time and well......" you say, gesturing to her up and down.

Marina flushed red, "Well, I did beat your dumb model, just not by enough! How about we do it again? I think I will we will have a 100% increase from last month, probably more" You try not to get too excited, but this is a wager you will surely win. Doubling the sales? That's near on impossible "Alright, what will you dress up in this time?"

"I bet I can double our sales this month. However, I think I can do even more, so I want something more for that. However, for the stakes," she said leaning over, giving you an amazing look at her cleavage, that you can't help but stare at, "loser has to work naked for a day" You gulp. That is literally crazy amazing. "For the extra, let's say for every 10% in either direction, loser has to be naked for an additional day. So," Marina said, in a sultry whisper that had your dick rock hard in your pants, "if I do 90%, i'll be stark naked in the office for two whole days. You would like that, wouldn't you, big boy"

This was getting out of hand. But, you could be merciful after the bet. Maybe she could just flash you or something. But there's no way you would lose this bet, surely? "Deal."

The next day, you are sitting in your office when you hear a familiar voice yelling in the common area, "TEAM MEETING." You leave your office to see Rachel standing next to Marina, who has the most smug expression on her face. Rachel then spoke, as Marina stared right at you, boring her eyes into your soul, "Marina, our most talented and brilliant marketing head, has been working with one of the largest consulting companies, convincing them to get our products for their employees. Well, today, she has officially got them to sign and have them take our digital products for their employees in every office in the country. That means she has, in the second day of this month, made a deal that represents more than double of the sales we made last month!"

You break out into a cold sweat, Marina's eyes still locked onto yours. Her smirk gets wider.