The game continues...

“Haha, Harper does have a sense a humor. I told you all that.” Pete quickly comes to my rescue. “But she also knows what to do with a set of nuts as well.” He winks at me, before walking over. “And, trust me, it’s worth the risk when she makes a little bet. Right our little waitress.”

His hand has found its way onto my ass as I lean into him. “Absolutely sir. And, I always pay up when I lose a bet. One day I’ll make you pay up too.”

“Pete in lingerie – hell not sure if I want to see that, but I know I’d want to see that.” Ben adds, helping raise the mood in the room.

“So, what exactly was the bet that you lost to end up like this.” Amber – completely devoid of the anger she had towards me at the start of the night – asks.

“Well – let’s just say we had a race, and the boys won.” Somehow my embarrassment of gambling based on orgasms was greater than being dressed in lingerie, but still, a girl has to keep some secrets.

“Wonder what this race was, and if you’d do it again,” Sally sliding her finger over my collarbone, “I know I’d be willing to put a wager on the line against you.” She leaned in, needing to bend a little bit even with my heels on to reach my ear, “I know I’d like to see what else you would wager.” The last bit a quiet whisper that only I could hear. With a soft smack on my ass, she left and headed into the kitchen.

“Harper – are you going to help with drinks or just flirt.” Mike ending what should have been a sweet moment.

Was there something else I’d be willing to bet, especially against this group?

My focus is split five ways as I try to listen to what everyone is asking for. Rather than beers – everyone now wanted a mixed drink. Amber was easy with a vodka-cranberry. Josh and Ben both just wanted whiskey cokes. Mike tried to up the game with a “Cuba Libre” but luckily, I know that’s just a fancy name for a rum and coke with lime. Pete was a bit easier with whiskey neat – but then that left the problem – Sally.

“There’s no way you know how to make that. No way.” Mike insisting after Sally put her order in.

“Come on, most bars don’t even want to make that – be nicer, pick something she might know.” Amber trying to keep the peace.

“No, I can try. What is it called again? I’m not the best bartender but it’s not like I haven’t being drinking for a bit myself. What is it.” I try to ush back, not liking the lack in confidence of my skill – no matter how pour they are.

“No way she knows it, Sal, just pick something normal so we can get back to the game.” Ben adds.

“Well, you said you like to bet – so let’s make it fun. What are you willing to wager?” with an evil smirk Sally decides to push my buttons.

“Fine – if I win, then… You have to spend the rest of the night in bra and panties. One drink. If I get close it counts. It doesn’t have to be perfect. Also – it has to be made with stuff that is already here.” A small bet, something I feel like she would be willing to accept.

“And if you lose – let’s see.” Her eyes looking me up and down as she thinks of her side of the deal. “No, once you lose, you can’t stand off to the side anymore. If you aren’t fetching us drinks, you have to sit on the lap of the person who won the last hand.”

“Deal.” It took less than a second. The rest of the room was barely able to understand the bet before I accepted it.

“Perfect – well I’ll have a screaming orgasm.”

I know this, or at least I’ve heard of it before. I smile at the group as my mind runs through all the drinks I’ve had. What could it be – no idea.

So – let’s make it fun drink – I meanwhat orgasm isn’t fun. So, fun = shots? Sure, it’s a shot. And layered I think will be more fun. Orgasms sound like a girls drink, and usually girls drink means fruity. But the ingredients – nothing was coming to mind.

“Oh, we’re doing shots now. Perfect. Anyone else want me to make one for them. We can take them as we watch Ms. Sally here strip.” A complete bluff from me, but I wanted to raise the tension. Hell, even if I knew the drink I was going to mess it up anyways – anything to ‘make’ me a part of the game.

“You know what, how about double that bet?” A voice – not Sally’s – came out from behind me. “I’ll add my clothes to the pile if you win. But, if you lose – let’s just say we can keep making bets with you all night.” Amber, a sudden burst of confidence as she put herself on the line.

“Girls, be nice, she’s...” Josh tries to butt in.

“Deal, I get to see more of both of you, I’m all for it.” I quickly cut him off.

I head to the bar and pour some rum, 2 different fruit juices, and some green liquid from a bottle I couldn’t even read the name of into the shaker. Top with ice and shake it. Making sure to not only mix it all up but also give a show as the outfit which has been showing off my body struggled to keep up with the movements – probably giving hints and more if nipples to everyone in the room.

I take out 7 shot glasses, line them up and pour the greenish-brown liquid into them all. Oh yeah – I wanted this layered – so I add a bit of grenadine on top, and well it can’t look worse.

“Drink up and I’ll take your shirts please.” I smirk, acting with the full confidence that a drink that ugly did not deserve.

The two girls quickly step up to the bar and pass out the shots, barely looking away from me.

“Bottoms up.” The call from the group as a whole as we take the shots, slamming the glasses back down on the counter.

“And now, can you make it properly. Vodka, coffee liquor, irish cream and almond liquor. Stirred and poured over ice. And I claim that cute ass of yours for the first hand.” Sally’s words making it clear to everyone that I lost as she headed back to the table.

The smile on my face making it clearer that I was fine with that.