Remembering how you got into this mess!

“Ashley Caryn,” even the sound of her name even makes you frustrated. You both joined the law firm of Fesse, Bronnau & Johnson two years ago, and have been fierce rivals ever since. Besides the natural tension that exists between two associates vying to make partner, the two of you are just oil and water. You rub each other constantly the wrong way. Whatever you suggest, she always argues for the exact opposite. The fact your backgrounds and ideologies are total different only heightens the tension.

You are from East St. Louis and after graduating from one of its run down high schools you joined the Marine Corp. While assigned to Naval Station Rota, in Spain, you were able to earn your LL.B. (Bachelor of Laws) from the Universidad de Cádiz. After leaving the Corp you worked several manual labor part-time jobs while you earned your LL.M. (Master of Laws) so that you could get admission to the bar in the United States. Politically, you are a strong libertarian tea-party conservative and a member of the NRA. For music you like old 70’s hard rock, and your favorite hobbies are training in mixed martial arts and repairing motorcycles.

Ashley Caryn, the little princess, is from some rich rural town in western Connecticut. After a BA in French literature from Yale University, she went on to get her J.D. (Juris Doctor) from Harvard Law School. She is a flaming liberal, and a member of Greenpeace and Peta. She likes R&B music, 50's doo-wop and “conscious hip hop,” whatever the hell that is. For hobbies she enjoys yoga, Pilates, swimming and running in various charity marathons.

The jousting between you two has become a running office joke. You both have come up with mocking little nicknames that you use for each other. You call Ashley “princess” or when you are really angry, “DB,” which stands for “dumb blonde.” Ashley calls you “little man,” because she overheard that your brothers have always made fun of you for being the only one of them who is less than six feet tall. “Little man” isn’t just a comment on your 5’11” height, but is simultaneously a questioning of both the size of your intellect and your manhood by Ashley. Her worse name for you, however, is “Bol,” a reference that you only received a Bachelor of Laws for some second level Spanish law school, instead of the standard American JD, which of course the little princess got from Harvard.

Though you would never publically admit it, Ashley Caryn is simply the most physically drop dead gorgeous woman you have ever seen. Her conservative business suits hide a devastatingly curvy, buxom, yet athletic figure that is more fitting for a playmate or porn-star. Her deep brown eyes, beautiful smile, long wavy dirty blonde hair and her intoxicating perfume makes her arrogant condescension of you even more infuriating. Never has anyone so vexed you.

More than once her amazing 5’7” frame has invaded your thoughts when you masturbate to internet porn. If you orgasm you can almost hear her melodious voice laughing at you as you clean yourself with paper towel. Even worse, the next day at the office she always seems to greet you with a mocking “hello, little man,” as if she knew what you were doing the night before.

How many times have you wished to humble that arrogant bitch and show her once and for all who is superior. You realize, however, as you sit before her in just your underpants holding a mediocre poker hand, the opposite is more likely going to happen.

Whether she intentionally baited you into making such a rash wager, or her arrogance just got the better of you, the deal you made a few days ago might turn out to be the most humiliating decisions of your life.

You suppress a shiver as you recall all that you have wagered on this strip poker game.