Chapter 4

Ugh, should I go for the risky shot?

Go for it!

I couldn't get psyched out. I needed to focus and score big time in order to shut Nick up. Without so much as saying another word, I aimed for another triple 20 - anything less would have put placed him in the lead. I took a deep breath, trying my best to hide my anxiety. I think Nick noticed, seeing as he chuckled lightly. Anyway, so I threw my dart...

...And horrifically miscalculated.

My heart sank as I watched my dart bounce off the board, essentially earning me no points what so ever.

Putting insult to injury, Nick grinned as he took another shot and hit a triple 20. Yep, I think it was fair to say that he practiced quite a bit - maybe for this night in particular, in fact. Either way, he came up to him and said "Well, a bet is a bet. So your nickname should be....fat ass."

"You have to be kidding me!" I said, having no intention to actually go along with this.

"I am as serious as I've ever been. Oh, and call me daddy."

"Oh my god, go to hell."

He smiled and came a bit closer to me before he said. "Awh come on, don't be such a sore loser. You absolutely would have made me pay up had I lost."

He had a point there. As much as I hated Nick, I hated being a hypocrite. Not even looking at him, I contemplated the idea of going along with that terrible wager. Nick must have noticed, seeing as he tried to coax me further.

"Be a good sport, **I'm sure that Henry would understand. If you do,** then I'll get us a new round of drinks."

Lord knew that I needed a drink. With my skin burning a red hue, I looked at him and said:

"Okay Nick, I agree."

He cleared his throat before saying "Remember the wager, fat ass."

Ugh...

"Okay...daddy."

Nick chuckled at hearing that.

I felt sick to the stomach saying that. Nick had always been the person from the group that I liked the least and here I was, calling him something that I wouldn't even call Henry! It sounded so dirty, especially with the reaction that it got from him. I didn't want to even look at him, noticing a slight bulge growing in his jeans. That red hue of embarrassment grew and I honest to God regretted making that wager.

He smiled like you wouldn't even believe before he said excitedly "Perfect. Come on, let's go sit in the booth. Lead the way, fat ass."

Do I lead the way? Or should I suggest a double or nothing? I really don't want to deal with this....

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Help me shoot down my husband's sleazy friend, or help him have his way with me.

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Slightly based on a true story. My name is Heather and I'm a woman in my late twenties. My friends and I, along with my husband, regularly hung out at a dive bar in our relatively small town. It was our way of catching up and making sure that despite our busy lives, that we had fun and stayed in touch. This wasn't always great though. My husband's friend - Nick - was a complete jerk. A total pervert and sleazebag that would always hit on me. Despite already knowing he was a perv, I didn't know the extent of it. On one particular night, he was actually aiming to have me go into his van and fuck me like a pornstar! Of course this didn't happen in real life...but it might happen here. Of course, it won't be easy! If you're too forward too soon, I will shoot you down. But play your cards right and maybe I'll end up like he wanted that night - totally submissive and with him balls deep inside of me, while his sleazy van rocks in the lonely parking lot.