A Silly Little Wager

It all started with a silly little wager between you and your best friend Mathew. It had been a boring summer thus far. You both had lived the university life hard as freshmen and had hit up every party together, but now the semester was done and you find yourselves once again in his basement drinking beer and playing videogames.

His parents were gone to conventions for a week. They owned a chain of appliance stores and always vanished around this time of year. Likewise, his slightly older sister was gone too. Instead of crashing at home for the summer, she had decided to travel across Europe. Of course, she was nice enough to drop off a lot of her laundry for Mathew's mother to do. It sit, cleaned, in the corner of the basement. This pissed Mathew off because he considered the basement his room, even though it was a rec room and his actual bedroom was upstairs.

So, there you two sit, playing a game of Halo. Mathew crushed an empty beer can and tossed it over his broad shoulder. You cannot help but wonder how he became so barbaric. You both used to look just alike, but now he was a 6'1" beast with large biceps and pecs, while you were rather feminine at 5'4" with a slender body and black shoulder-length hair. It was amazing that you two were into the same sort of hobbies at all. He could have been a football player. The only thing you could have been, based on your build, was a girl.

Currently, you are losing pretty badly. You were both playing Halo 3, on the same time, but he has the leading score out of everyone. Your negative score is just dragging it down to the point that it does not matter.

"God, I am tired of this shit," he says with a grimace. "If it weren't for you, we would be winning."

"If it weren't for me, you'd be dying! You know the only way you get kills is by sneaking up behind them while they are shooting me." Of this, you were certain.

"Oh? Is that so, you think? How about this then. Next game, you sit out. If I can get the same score I have now, or higher, then you have to be my personal **** for a week." He grinned like he was already thinking of what he could have you do.

"****? Why the hell would I want to make that wager?"

"Think about it. If you really believe I need you for a score this high, then you won't lose. You'll win. And when you win, I'll be your **** for a week." This tempted you because you rarely got the chance to get an upper hand on him. He was clearly the dominant one in your friendship, and often used that fact to humiliate you for sport.

"Fine, it's a deal," you say and shake hands with him. You then sit back and watch him play when the next match begins. Unfortunately for you, the next match is over fairly quickly with Mathew at the top of the scoreboard. He actually got higher than his previous score and won the match.

"Hah! Told you! Told you that I did not need your ass!" He gloated, pressing the tip of his finger into your chest.