A Challenged Issued

As I realized the trap I'd almost put myself in, I realized that I couldn't just attack and beat up little Ms Big Boobs; I had to lure her into a challenge that she couldn't resist and would agree to. If I did this right, I could record us talking and joking about a wrestling challenge and getting her to agree to the terms so she'd be too embarrassed after she lost to complain to anyone, leaving me the victor and her humiliated.

But I had to figure out a way to not only make her agree but to record her doing so, so that she couldn't complain later that she wasn't a willing participant. Recording was easy; I'd had a Chromebook I used at home that was linked to the home network with its own server, so we had tons of storage. I set the Chromebook up to record what went on in the living room, focused on the couch. My other problem was how to get Tiffany to agree to wrestle me. My first thought was the fact that I owed her for sitting the little guy, and I immediately thought of a double-or-nothing payment. I was sure that would get to her greed, and if double or nothing wasn't enough to tempt her, I could always up the ante to get her to agree to my challenge. It was almost ten in the morning when I heard Tiffany's front door open as the teen came over to collect her money from the previous evening's babysitting duties. I was so sure I was ready to talk her into a friendly 'Wrestling Match' that I'd slowly turn vicious until things went my way! I could see it all clearly in my mind: how I'd manipulate Tiffany into a competition she couldn't win or control that would leave her helpless and under my thumb! That's what kept the smile on my face.

Tiffany knocked on my door a minute later, and I called for her to come in. Her outfit almost took the smile off my face. The hot-bodied teenager was wearing a pair of skin-tight mini Daisy Dukes that looked more like a denim bikini that tradishional shorts. They had the pockets, like any jean cut-offs, except the bottom of the shorts came all the way up to the bottom of small pockets, showing a remarkable amount of her curvy butt, and a bikini top that looked as if it were struggling to contain its contents against gravity.

I'll admit I had to struggle to keep the smile on my face when I saw Tiffany's outfits. My first reaction was a desire to tackle her to the floor and beat the shit out of her and do all the humiliating things I'd fantasied about, but luckily my brain took charge and I kept my smile in place and grabbed the two small dumbells I used for my morning arm workout, as I invited Tiffany to come in or, more correctly jiggle in, since her tits were bouncing in that tiny bikini top and those cut-off blue jean shorts looked as of they'd been painted on, since the waist band was serveal inches below her navel and the denim was so tight I could trace see the lines of the thong she wore under it!

I offered her a glass of ice-cold juice I had on the tray, and she accepted as she took a seat on the couch and asked me about my workout routine. I told her about the home gym, and she told me that she went down to the local park where they had outdoor gym equipment since her parents were not up for spending the kind of money a home gym costs.

I joked with her and even suggested we could work out together, and since I'm right next door, we could use the home gym together since Marcus worked out in the morning and I'd have no problem with her using the equipment after she put David to bed. She was delighted. We also discussed fashion, and she asked about the jeans I was wearing, and I told her about how comfortable and stretchy they were and great for working out in while still being able to take video calls for work. She said she really liked the look, but there was no way she could afford them once I told her what they cost.

That was when I tossed in an off-the-cuff remark that if she was willing to accept a challenge to wrestle me, I'd offer to pay her double what I owed her if she could beat me in a match. She was hesitant; that's when I realized I'd have to use something else to get her to agree, and so I offered to order her a pair of the Joni jeans in any color she wanted. She almost agreed but announced that they were far too expensive for such a bet, and if she lost, there was no way she could cover such a bet. So, I thought and then suggested, "How about this, "If you win, you get double what I owe you and a pair of these jeans, and if you lose, you don't get paid and have to act as my unpaid Maid for the remainder of the week, doing all the chores since you're off school for the summer anyway? You look to be in really good shape, and if you try, I bet you can give me a great workout!?"

"Well... I suppose that would make it fair. Ok, how do you want to do this?" she asked.

Well, your parents are away, and Marcus and David are away. How about we just go out into the backyard? It's surrounded by a privacy fence, and you're the closest neighbor, so nobody can see us, and it's got a ton of shade so we won't bake in the sun and sweat to death. What do you say?"

"Ok, Kim; you've got a deal! Lets go!"