The rich blonde wins

Monica went through the slips, and rattled off the answers. Hearing their guesses boosted my confidence.

7.5 inches.

8 inches.

8.5 inches.

7 inches.

6 inches.

Monica looked up, disappointed, “Damn. Who got it exactly right?”

The rich blonde girl smirks, “I did.” She stacks her hands on top of each other, imitating how she guessed my length. “Now do you believe my ex was ten inches?”

I shrugged, “If you still say that he was three inches bigger than me, then I’ll take the shots.”

“Take the shots. Because he was def 3 inches longer than you, but he wasn’t bigger. Your dick is much thicker than his,” the blonde said, eyeing my cock like a carnival prize.

I started taking my four shots. I felt bad that Monica lost the bet. I hugged her. “I’m sorry you lost. I’ll sleep on the ground with you.”

Monica looked at me disbelieving, “That wasn’t the bet. Do you realize what she won by guessing your size?”

“They get the bed, and we get the ground,” I said, downing my third shot. Fuck. This many shots before sleep was going to have me spinning.

“No. Since she won, you have to go in the hot tub with her,” Monica said, pointing to the blonde.

She stood at the door with a couple towels in her arms. She smiled at me, “Come on big boy. You have to come prove you aren’t attracted to blondes.”

Monica gave me a kiss, “I’ll be here when you get back. Lucky for me that you aren’t attracted to blondes.”

I didn’t have the heart to tell her that this rich girl would be hot no matter what color her hair was. Fuck. This girl was going to be all over me in the hot tub, and I would have to do my best to stay loyal to Monica.