Flirting Bets Novels & Stories

River held his arms out and said, “Forget defeating our Supreme Club. In my opinion, you won’t even be able to pass the qualifiers.” Levant said, “Really? Why don’t we make a bet?” “Okay, what do you want to wager?” “Let’s bet on our faces.” “What?” River was stunned for a while. He did not understand it. Levant said, “Whoever loses lets the other person slap him on the face. It’s easy, isn’t it?” River chuckled. “It’s so simple that I immediately understood it. In that case, there’s nothing else to talk about. Let’s bet our faces. I’ll just stand here and wait for you to come here after you lose. Then I can slap you in the face.”

“I don't have money. I thought we made that clear.” “Yeah. Doesn't matter.” I fake an indifferent look to seem unamused. I don't need him to know that engaging in our sometimes childish banters is the only type of flirting I'm kinda good at. “You still look like you're rolling in it,” I quip when the grin on his face widens. Dominico scoffs. “I wish.”

“But I wasn’t wrong about the shirts. They are flirty, and people will get a kick out of them.” “I don’t want to flirt. I just want to serve them their damn coffee!” Kim winced at the shrill tone of her voice. “We have had several customers comment on them already,” Nate said soothingly, “And Freddy likes them.” Kim’s eyes blazed, “You had to have bribed him.” Nate shook his head innocently and grinned, “He has gotten two hot girl’s numbers already. We have a contest going. Whoever gets the most by six doesn’t have to clean the bathrooms.”

All that’s left for him is to nod and agree or disagree. Geez! It’s wrong to bet on people. Playstation would be very nice. He’s so thrilled about this bet, but not because of the fact that he’ll get a PlayStation in three months, but with the forthcoming relationship, he could have with the girl. At least now, he’s an excuse to really up his game and make the move to get close to her.

“What are you talking about?” “Ask him about the bet.” My blood ran cold. “What bet?” Claire smiled. “At the start of the semester, Tray made a fifty-dollar bet with his friends.He bet he could make the quiet, sad hockey girl fall for him. Guess who won?” I looked at Tray, but his silence screamed louder than words ever could. “Fifty dollars. Only fifty dollars. He toyed with me like that for just fifty dollars.” Claire turned her gaze back to me, eyes glinting. “He was supposed to flirt, make you fall, then dump you before you got too attached. But I’ll admit , he played his part beautifully. Almost had me fooled too.”

I always race with Lucas. My car was parked out front, sleek and menacing under the neon lights—then his. I always come in first. Lucas second. I've only lost twice… maybe three times. I used Rhett’s money—or technically, my money—to cover the bets. The company’s mine too, anyway. I just don’t want to deal with the office side of things. Office life isn’t for me. Betting, gambling—that’s what I do. Earlier today, I even won a crude bet Lucas set up: whoever fucked Marirose—the new bartender—within a week would win fifty grand. I had her in less than a week.

Deal? Noah eyes darkened, dropping from my face to the way my fingers were brunched on his shirt. He didn’t pull away, if anything, he leaned closer, his presence heavy. A slow dangerous smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth—the kind that told me he knew exactly how lopsided this bet was.” “A bet,” he repeated, his voice dropping low. A flirty rasp that felt like velvet against my skin. “I do like a challenge, Khione. Especially when it involves seeing the look on your face when you loose.”

Nicko and Gideon who heard that quarrel also dashed out bringing chairs and two cups of popcorn. “Such a long time I haven’t seen the most interesting cat fight like this,” said Nicko, his mouth was full of popcorn. Seeing the enjoyment of his best friends, Jaxon grabbed popcorns from Nicko’s hand. “Make a bet who is going to win?” asked Cornor, enthusiastically recording the women quarrel. He even tried different angles to get more fascinating result. “That tiny one is more aggressive than the other,” said Danny, giving a comment. “Five hundred bucks for petite,” Nicko handed out wad of hundred dollars from his wallet and then the rest also did the same. Even Fritz who was guarding the fenc

What's more, she doesn't just melt away. "Okay, what are we going to bet on?" she asked then. "Together vacation. Me, you, Liam and also that guy, and everything will be borne by the loser, how?" she asked. Emily smiled hearing that, "I'm sure if you will submit to that man. Everything is clear to me." "Eits, it's not that easy to subdue a socialite woman named Rose Orlando. I'm sure I only love his money. We'll see tomorrow, all the bets start tomorrow until the next week. Deal?" Rose said and of course Emily immediately looked at her. "Deals." ***

I rub my clit slow, two fingers, showing them how wet I am for the money. They lose it. Bills fly. Twenties, fifties, hundreds. Some stick to my thighs, my stomach, my tits. One guy throws a fifty right at my open cunt. It lands perfect, half on my clit, half inside my folds. I leave it there. The quiet regular steps closer. He’s calm, eyes dark. “House rules,” he says, voice low. “Highest bid gets the room. All night.” He looks around. No one challenges yet.