The Next Morning: The Point of the Bet

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“I was thinking, the first time you pass, you’ll have to let the person you refused write whatever they want on you. Second pass and I get to control your wardrobe for a full week. Three strikes and you’re my sex pet for a full week. Minus Hannah of course.”

That was your real goal for this game. Playing a kinky game sounded fun, but more than that, you were practically salivating at the idea of getting these women to ‘lose themselves’ to you in a game. It would’ve been one thing to just take them, but this way you felt the blame could be shifted onto each of them for some delicious reactions.

“Hah… I’m not sure if my mom and I can be sex pets for a whole week.” Amelia clicked her tongue and groaned, “I mean, we were planning on leaving tomorrow.”

“I guess you both will have to avoid passing three times then.” You chuckle as you drop Gladys to the floor.

Evelyn and Amelia looked apprehensive, but if they had reservations, they didn’t mention them.

Amelia wakes up first and tries to clamber out of your arms. The feeling of her petite hips rubbing against your morning wood wakes you. Grip her tighter to keep her from leaving. She's warm.

Amelia notices the difference in grip and glances at you. She realizes you're awake. Amelia glances at the clock and then settles back into your arms. "My flight's at three-forty-five," she says. "I have seven hours until I have to be out the door. I'm yours till then." She wiggles her hips against you for emphasis.

Don't settle for Amelia's promise of seven hours of fun. "You aren't getting on a flight today."

Amelia can't turn her body to face you with your arm pinning her. Instead, she cranes her neck to look at you. "I'm not?"

"We had a deal, remember? Pass three times, and I get to keep you as a sex pet for a week. More than three times, and the time I get to keep you doubles."

You can tell from the look on her face that Amelia remembers the deal very well. "I only got one penalty."

"One penalty you were awake for," you remind her. "You passed out while Hannah and I were still awake. You were the second-to-last person to bow out, and with only Hannah and me left, we got through some lightning rounds."

"How many weeks am I yours for?" Amelia asks, resigned. "I'm going to lose my job, aren't I?"

"You suffered ten penalties, in total. One while awake, and nine after you passed out."

"Let's see- the first two don't count towards my time. The first gave you the right to write on me, while the second gave you control of my wardrobe. The third means I'll be here for a week, the fourth for two weeks," and then she starts multiplying by two, "four, eight, sixteen, thirty-two, sixty-four," Amelia trails off.

"One-hundred-twenty-eight weeks." Once you realize she's not going to continue counting, you complete the calculation for her. "Or two-years-and-eight-months."

Amelia doesn't protest your number. She doesn't scream, beg, or cry. She just sighs and looks disappointed. "I'm going to miss my newborn’s baby years."

Feel like the bad guy. Absolve yourself of guilt by saying, "You could have refused to play. Or refused the consequences I came up with."

"When I agreed, the consequences were capped at a week. And then they were affecting Gladys and I figured she deserved it. I never thought-" Amelia trails off.

"You never thought the consequences would affect you," you say on her behalf.

"I was doing so well too. If I had only outlasted Hannah-"

"You wouldn't be facing any consequences," you complete for her again. "And you'd be getting on a plane with your husband and son in seven hours. In a year, this would be a distant memory of a crazy vacation you had. In a decade, the memory would fade like tears in the rain. Amazing how much difference ten minutes could make, huh?"

Your words only make her look sadder. To cheer her up, you ask her for a favor, "Can you double One-twenty-eight?"

"Two-fifty-six," she tells you.

"From two years and change to over five years," you say in response. "You were the second-to-last person to faint. If you have over two years, and if only a single miss would have increased that number to five years, then what period do you think everyone else is looking at?" Amelia ought to be grateful you had limited her service to two years. Everyone else was with you for a decade, at least.