The bet is far from over.

I stood up with a glistening body and shame on my face as Bridget decided to bring me a long bright pink beach towel. She wrapped it around my waist pressing her soft breasts into my crotch which finally went flaccid after being 'relieved'. With a nice tight knot at my hip I felt a little more relaxed. Remembering I was still being filmed I swerved around to address Zayne. He was nowhere to be found. Even some of the female bystanders moved on now that I was covered.

"Hey where is..."

"If your looking for Zayne, I sent him back to meet with Jack." Cassidy read my thoughts. "The both of them will be participating in the next event."

"Well then I should get going too." Bet or no bet, I can't let Zayne get away with that tape. Who knows where and to whom he will show it to. Nevertheless, Sage reminded me that there was still a lost the bet.

"Hey, birthday boy! Get down on your knees. You're carrying me to the next event." Sage jabbed her index finger towards the ground.

"Wha...why?"

"Cuz you still lost the bet and you have to do what I say. So kneel!"

Defeated, I knelt down careful not to loosen the knot on my towel. Sage swung her legs over my shoulders and patted me on the head to rise.

Though I was thoroughly embarrassed, I couldn't help but feel kind of delighted by the fact that my head was between her voluptuous thighs. Though in this fantasy, I pictured my head facing the other direction.

I grabbed Sage's ankles to secure her and she ruffled my hair. "Now, onward!"