The guys arrive and bets on the game are made.

About 5 minutes later, you hear Junior's voice from a speaker above the sliding glass door into the kitchen.

"Ok, honey. We need two lagers and a Long Island Iced Tea down here in the TV room."

You walk into the kitchen and fix the drinks. It takes a couple of moments to find a tray to put it all on but soon enough you're heading down the steps to the basement. When you step into the room, you see Junior is on the recliner and the two other guys are sharing the couch. Junior stands and looks at the guys.

"Fellas? Ms. Ambrose will be our entertainer tonight."

The two guys stand up, turn towards you, and gawk at your outfit. Trevor is a nice kid, 19 if you remember correctly. He's about 5'9" with long black hair and blue eyes. He hasn't dressed up you see, just wearing a pair of jeans and a polo shirt. He reminds you of a rail-thin skater you dated in high school.

Jack is a different story. He's in his early twenties and has short blonde hair. Standing at about 5'11", he has a bit of a tummy which made him the butt of quite a few jokes in school. He's dressed casually like Trevor wearing khakis and a pair of sandals. While you and Junior had a snarky, sarcastic relationship, you and Jack were constantly locked in a cold war of sorts. His first week working at the diner you had to bring him down a peg. He was so sure you weren't allowed in the downstairs freezer that he rushed to confront you in the kitchen. He was so thoroughly humiliated when you tore him up one side and down the other in front of everyone. Gemma eventually arrived and intervened allowing him to escape the room with a beet-red face. He never forgave you for it though. You expect he's going to enjoy tonight more than anyone. You **** a smile.

"Ok, guys. Someone want to enlighten me as to who ordered what?"

Trevor's eyes were still open wide, "Shit Junior, how the hell did you get Halle to agree to this?"

Junior smiled, "We had a bet last weekend on the Steelers/Browns game and she bet wrongly, so here she is. Given I had to put $1,000 up, I figure this is fair. Tonight's charity is the local food bank in Halle's honor."

You roll your eyes at the inside joke. At least he didn't tell the boys the real reason, that would make work even harder to stomach.

"It works for her. I always suspected she was a cock hungry slut. The way she wiggles her ass at the customers, I'm pretty sure she offers more service than just waiting for her tips," Jack cracks with a mean smile on his face. You knew he'd revel in it. You open your mouth to reply when Junior interrupts.

"Funny, Jack. There'll be time for that shit later." He looks over at you, "Halle? Trevor has the tea and the beers go to me and Jack."

You wordlessly hand the drinks out. You give Jack and Trevor their drinks but when you turn and hand Junior his, you feel two hands grab your ass. Jack snarks aloud.

"She may be a damn bitch but she's built to fuck guys."

You take a swiftly step away but keep your mouth shut when Junior gives you a stern look. He grabs your hand and walks you upstairs. You can still hear the men laughing when the two of you get up into the storeroom. Junior closes the door behind the two of you.

"Halle? You best get used to this and control your temper. All three of us will be in a position to make you regret whatever you say. You are the party pussy, you are here to be grabbed, taunted, and eventually fucked."

"You have to make this as creepy as possible don't you?" you glare at him.

He shakes his head, "Jack's favorite nickname for the guest of honor at the party is cum sponge, so I'll let you decide which you prefer."

You look away disgusted that you've gotten yourself in this position at all.

He opens the door to the hallway, "I want you to hang on the back deck for a bit so I can get Jack focused on the first game. Trevor probably won't bet because Jack is going to want the first crack at you and will set the bet high, gotta love those trust fund babies. Poor Trevor has most of his money going to tuition. If you are a praying woman, I suggest you hope I win. I suspect he'll be an ass about it."

"So if you win, he's going to be a frustrated little bastard all night?"

"Nope, all three of us will eventually get a crack at you but winning the bet gives him a lot more say in how that happens. The good news is that the three rules are still a thing. I'll use the intercom to call you when we need drinks or food. I want the guys to stew a bit so I'm going to make them wait until after the first game before your sweet ass is available . That way the winner gets first dibs on you. The food bank will be happy for it even if you aren't."

You just offer a frustrated nod as he turns and goes back downstairs. Grabbing another joint you sit on the back porch waiting for the call, to your surprise you hear something coming from the speaker minutes later. The volume is low so you know it isn't someone calling for something. Did they nudge the intercom control by mistake? You pull a chair over and stand atop it. Then you press your ear to the speaker, you can make the words out despite the super low audio. You puff on the weed as you listen.

Jack: "Hey Junior, do we have to waste our time with the rules? I'll pledge $1,000 to the charity if I can record this. Video of her taking cock would get me off Pornhub for weeks!"

Junior: "If the rules didn't exist, I doubt Halle would have agreed to do this. Gotta live with them, man."

Trevor: "I can't believe we're going to get to fuck her. She is the hottest girl at work"

Jack: "Nah that's Alyssa but I have every reason in the world to want to ream that slut hard! Maybe I can't have it on video but my memory will do. Too much to hope she isn't on anything right?"

Junior: "I don't understand why you're so fixated on knocking girls up. Child support is real and it sucks but I made sure she was on the pill. We have to see who wins the bet on the first game. That'll set the tone for what happens later. Remember though per the rules, no anal until after the second game. Don't worry, we'll all get balls deep in the little slut soon."

Trevor: "Do we even have to watch the game? I say you two do your betting and we can flip a coin to see who wins. I want up inside that little whore now! You guys think she's a screamer?"

At this point, you hear boisterous laughter from the other two. You'd always had Trevor pegged as a real sweetheart. You're unpleasantly surprised to see he's an asshole too.

Jack: "I get where you are coming from but let her stew for a while. I bet whatever she imagines is gonna happen will be even worse than what does happen. She deserves a few hours of hell like that. Screamer or moaner doesn't matter to me though."

Junior: "OK guys, let's get the betting out of the way."

You can hear them wrangling among themselves about the amounts for the first game. Junior was right about Trevor though. He abandoned the wagering when Jack pushed the total over $300. Eventually, the bid gets up to $650 before Junior declares it set. The two of them picked different teams (you're unsure what would have happened if they both wanted the same team) and you hear a lot of laughing.

Jack: "I'm feeling good about this one guys. I can't wait to control the action after I win."

Junior: "We'll see, man. I think you picked the wrong horse in this race but we'll know the truth before too awful long. I have a few fun ideas of my own."

You hear the pregame show get turned on and you can no longer hear the guys over the intercom. You try to find the pregame on the living room TV but have no luck. Eventually, you settle for looking it up on your phone. Two agonizing hours before kick-off? You frown dreading the outcome of this one. About 20 minutes later you hear Junior's voice on the speaker.

"Hey Halle, Dominoes should be here soon. Grab yourself a few slices and bring the rest down when it gets here please. Bring another round of beer and a tea with you."

Awful polite of him to offer you some food considering how they were talking about you.

"No problem. I'll keep an eye out."

The speaker goes dead and you end up waiting a good half an hour before the doorbell rings. You collect it up glad he put the pies and tip on a card. You leave two slices on a plate in the kitchen and carry it down. When you walk through the doorway into the basement you announce yourself.

"Pizza's here!"

You see the guys clustered around the pool table. They appear to be ignoring you as they play the game.

"Just leave it on the coffee table," Junior says rather dismissively.

You put the two boxes down and head back up for the drinks. Again you are ignored so the drinks go next to the pizza on the table and you hurry back upstairs again. You take a seat on the deck and look out over the water wondering why the guys are ignoring you. Is it some kind of psychological game?

Over the next couple hours, you make a few trips down to collect up boxes and such but notice the guys have started nursing their drinks. You kinda hoped they had kept going, get enough **** in a man and sometimes the little guy between their legs calls it a night. No luck there you guess.

At three you start watching the game and nibbling on your pizza. The Packers/Rams game was never really in any doubt. It wasn't that the Rams were smoked (though they lost by two touchdowns) but they really weren't competitive at any point in your mind. The intercom speaker lights up and you hear Junior tell you to grab a couple of drinks and deliver them. You grab the tray and head down to face the music.

(Feel free to leave comments and such if you have a preferred winner because I haven't decided yet. Any comments may give me some good ideas where to go with it! I'm going to be really busy for a couple so the next chapter may be a few days.)