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Chapter 3

Which option do you pick?

Option 1

A gloom fell over you face. You know you're dooming your relationship. But $10,000 is $10,000. If all it takes is for Jesse to sleep with him, maybe you can get out of it unscathed. Maybe David is a horrible lover. It seemed the only viable option when compared to the other two. You couldn't imagine being David's servant, nor would you ever consider sexually pleasuring him yourself.

"I guess we'll go with option 1," You say through gritted teeth, "When do we tell her?"


From behind a pillar, you stared at your girlfriend sitting alone in a candlelit booth, checking her watch. David had you invite her to an upscale Italian restaurant, "as if you were going to propose." The plan was for you to tell her everything, explain how much debt you were in, how David had paid for most of your dates with her preceding this, and how if you wanted to get out of debt, she'd need to sleep with him. The night would then end with David taking your place and going on the date with Jesse instead. He said he needed to do this to figuratively prove to her the role he'd been playing in your lives and in your relationship.

But now, staring at Jesse from across the restaurant, you weren't sure you could go through with it. There was a jealousy inside you building up. The other two options weren't viable, but your sweet Jesse getting fucked by David? You examined all her features -- her beautiful blonde hair (imagine it held in a vice grip as David fucked her from behind), her ruby lipstick {imagine it pried open, her tongue wiggling beneath his cock), her tiny porcelain fingers {imagine them wrapping up and down his shaft).

"Game time," David came up behind you and pushed you forward. He was dressed in a suit and tie. You didn't move. "Go." He nudged you again. You looked up at him, frowning, pleading with your pathetic eyes. "At this point it's either you tell her or I tell her. One way, at least you manned up and owned your debt. The other way, if you want me to tell her, you're even more of a bitch than I thought. If you make me tell her, I'm going to show you no fucking mercy John. You don't deserve a girl like that if you can't at least own your fuck ups."

What's next?

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