Novel & Cerita Flirting Bets

"I don't bet like this. What if I win this bet?" "I will pay you a hundred dollars," I rolled my eyes, "What? hundred dollars, that's it?" "And a night with me?" I knew she was attracted to me; She was eager to spend a steamy night at my flat. Above all, the reason behind all this was, It would allow me to know more about the girl who always drag my attention, I wanted to know who she was, and this bet could help me. "Fine, I am sure we will spend the night before I fix her," I flirted,

"And, best part? If you're right and can hold out more than three minutes? You get blown for free because I lose the bet." "Blown for free." "Yup, and tell you what. I can't get you off within the bet? I'll slow down and really take my time. Give you the longest, sexiest, nastiest head you've ever had for as long as you can handle it." "You're serious," he didn't look as offended as he had a minute ago. "You'd blow me?" "For a hundred." "But you're not going to win." "Then make the bet."

A group of guys crowds around the bowling lane, shoving and laughing, and placing bets on who will win. Perfect. I saunter right into their circle, tugging my top down just enough to let my tits spill free. "Hey boys,” I purr, bouncing them in my hands, “how about we make this game a little more interesting?” They go dead quiet, eyes glued to my chest. One finally snorts, “What...A-Are you gonna bowl for us, sweetheart?” I lick my lips, slow and nasty. “No. Winner gets to fuck my tits.” They all laugh nervously, like I must be joking.

Mina asked as she used the restroom. “Why would I take your money? You already know I don’t lose.” Lucky said, looking at Mina in the mirror as she washed her hands. “You never lose when we bet while we are playing games or betting on whether someone will win or lose a game. This is different, this is betting to see if Lahni and Lynn will know you had sex without you saying a word.” Mina said, holding her hand out for Lucky to shake. “When I win, you will have to share every snack you eat with me until I leave to go back home.” Lucky said, trying to shake Mina’s hand but she pulled her hand outta reach.

Olivine dropped the highest sum with a casualness that made it clear he wasn’t bluffing. Then all eyes turned to me. I froze. “Sorry, I don’t have any money on me,” I admitted, cheeks heating. “That’s fine, you can bet with something else,” Zaden replied smoothly. I hesitated, glancing around at the waiting faces, pressure tightening in my chest. “I don’t have anything valuable to bet.” And then Olivine, ever the devil in disguise, leaned in with a glint in his eye. “How about a kiss? If Roisin loses, she has to kiss the winner.”

“First to cum has to give the other person hundred dollars.” “Is it gonna be Trandy and i against you?” “Yes.” “Funny of you to think you can take us both down.” “You should know i have high libodo, i can last for hours. Now that i have gotten smoke and alcohol…i might go all night.” I paused at him, scoffing my face at how he bluffed. “Let him place the bet, Cam. We would take him down. That dick would cry after we are done with it.” Frandy winked at Liam and grabbed the smoke from him.

Betty immediately bit her lips, "Because I really don't like gambling. Furthermore, if you are framed, you will often be in danger of losing your life, so it's best that you don't indulge yourself in this kind of gambling." Bryson's eyes flashed with a bright smile, and he snorted lightly, "Then, are you worried for me?" Betty's heartbeat immediately became chaotic. She turned her head, not daring to look him in the eyes, but she answered seriously, "I am just your friend. I am just giving you my advice." Seeing her expression, Bryson smiled and mocked: "Who said we are friends?" Betty's beautiful face immediately flushed red in embarrassment. She had the feeling of being looked down upon, a

Silas Granger leaned forward, pen in hand, jotting names on a notebook with a pile of bills beside it. “Fifty on Knuckles. Another two hundred. Make that three.” Of course they were betting. Because why not? This was a blood sport in suits. Silas glanced at me then, amusement curling at the corner of his mouth. “You in, sweetheart?” “Excuse me?”

He studied me with his grass green eyes. I tipped my head to the side. Felt the funny slide of my mind. Knew he was right. "So...if I make you cum first, do I still win the bet?" His lips twitched. "Sure, baby, you can win the bet." I pouted. "That's not as fun...you just letting me win." "So you want me to win the bet?" I shook my head immediately. "No. Besides, your sexing game needs some work. I'm not just going to let you win with that as a showing."

I was not a little husky. "Are you two playing a game?" Greg asked with confusion written all over his face. "No!" I quickly said, but of course the Devil replied "Yes!" "Amelia bet me I couldn't be nice for one evening. In another hour she will owe me my reward." He raised his eyebrows at me looking way too sexy. Fuck! I can't flirt with another guy in front of Greg. "I have to buy him lunch tomorrow, if he wins. I'll be sure to order from the crappiest restaurant in town." I replied squinting my eyes at him.