A fatal proposition

"I beat you!"

Stacy was howling, her maniacal laughter bouncing against the walls of the office room. She was loving how the curves and contours of Billy's abs felt beneath her ass, his body nothing but her personal throne.

She leaned forward, Billy's sleeping face mere inches from hers

"I own your ass Billy"

She continued to cackle, her thoughts flickering between the amazement of the situation to the deep pit that was lust for his body.

"Oh boy...", Stacy brushed her palm on his cheek.

The facade of affection Stacy had poured with this one action could've even fooled a blind person.

"...look what you made me do...", she sharply clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.

"...look how you ruined yourself...and all this for...", she held his dick loosely as if making him follow her point.

Billy replied with a faint, almost imperceptible sound.

Stacy sighed and began getting up on her feet, which, unknown to her, had fallen asleep. A sharp, tingling sensation made her loose balance and she flopped back on Billy's stomach. She instinctively grasped his chest, and couldn't help but trace her thumbs against the ridges of his pecs.

She tried to stand once more, this time triumphant.

Stacy peered down at Billy, a silent display of muscle and strength lying beneath, just between her legs. A surge of heat pulsed through her, beginning from her feet to the tip of her spine.

"Now for the main course...", she spoke, each word dripping with salacity that could rouse a dead man from his grave. Her gaze was fixed on the meaty appendage which stood erect like a mast on a ship's deck. In a slow and methodical manner, she unstrapped the glove off her hand, and threw it beside Billy.

She slipped her thumbs inside her shorts and arched her back in the most provocative manner, as if giving an eyeful to an invisible audience.

A sharp knock on the door made her freeze in place, making her forget what she was about to do. Before she could react, the door clicked open and a familiar face peeked inside.

"Stacy...what..."

Linda couldn't complete her sentence after what she saw and stilled at the doorway.

Stacy, on the other hand, sighed with relief and signalled her to swiftly move inside.

Linda quickly latched the door shut, but her mind was fixated on Billy lying down on the floor.

Buck naked, beneath her best friend.

She strutted towards them to get a better angle of such an outlandish scene. As soon as she got a better view of Billy's still face, she couldn't help but gasp, her face contorting in terror.

"Stacy...is he dea..."

"Oh come on Linda...", Stacy interjected, clearly pissed at her naive inference, "...you can't be this stupid!"

Linda didn't mind Stacy's words, as she had developed a thick skin for her outbursts. Rather than paying her any heed, she knelt down to take a closer look at Billy, whose faint snores were now audible in closer proximity. She sighed with relief.

"What happened?..."

"I knocked out Billy", Stacy declared, her pearly whites on full display.

Linda whipped her head towards Stacy, wearing an expression questioning Stacy's very soul. Moments passed but Linda's piercing gaze couldn't waiver Stacy from her **** smile.

"That's it?...you think you'll spew out anything and I'll believe you?"

"I'm not the one sleeping on the floor...like a baby"

Linda had to supress her chuckle at Stacy's analogy.

"And where the hell are his clothes?...And why were you pulling down your shor..."

"Look what you have done...his dick is all soft now", Stacy spoke, completely ignoring her friend.

Linda's instinctively glanced at Billy's dick, something she had been avoiding till then. A smile flickered across Stacy's lips when she noticed her best friend's eyes widening with shock.

"It's big...isn't it?"

Linda blushed at such a direct question.

"Stacy...uhh...you have your kids waiting..."

"Don't you guilt me with your holier than thou attitude...", Stacy growled, bitterness dripping from each word.

"But your husband..."

"Really Linda...you want to go there...", Stacy replied, as if warning her to back off from this topic.

"You know what...I think you're jealous...after all...you started it..."

Stacy let her words linger in the air as she wanted Linda to process what she meant.

"Stacy...I wanted to protect you..."

"Ah yes...you wanted to 'protect' me...so you threw a punch...and please remind me exactly how it went?", Stacy crossed her arms, a sarcastic smile etched on her face.

Linda struggled to come up with a reply. Stacy swiftly snatched the baton back from her.

"Face it, Linda. You're jealous that I didn't need your help. I completely dominated him while you barely landed a hit."

"No I'm not jealous...a...and I...I didn't get a good angle..."

"Blah blah blah...you whiner"

Linda's eyes darted away from Stacy's, her gaze fixed on the floor, unable to bear the weight of her best friend's knowing look.

Despite the squabble, Stacy's mind was fixed on Billy's thick cock, which unfortunately had gone soft. Her arms too had gone numb, owing to the barrage of punches she had thrown a few minutes ago.

Stacy wanted that cock at full size. And Linda was going to help.

"You know what...why don't you try throwing a punch again...I assume you won't need a good angle this time...", Stacy smirked, proud of her cleverness.

"What..."

"Don't 'what' me Linda...and do as I say"