The Bet - Part 11

Hello everyone!

I have a busy weekend, so I decided to get this one done a little early! I hope you enjoy! Keep the comments coming, I've been trying to work some ideas from comments in as well in addition to the polls!

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Dan looked up from munching a bowl of cereal at the kitchen island as Claire breezed in, shopping bags in hand. Shoot. She had been hoping he would be out and about somewhere on this particular Saturday morning. It wasn’t exactly uncommon for Claire to be working during the day, even on the weekends, and most of the time Dan found his own entertainment. 

But not today apparently. “You’re back early,” said Dan with a nervous smile, swiftly locking the tablet and scooting his body subtly under the lip of the counter. 

Had he been watching something… inappropriate? Well, whatever. Claire didn’t want to open the door to serious conversations right now… not after the awkwardness of last night. 

Dan had… failed to perform in bed last night. It was the first time this had happened  in their marriage, barring one incident of extreme whiskey dick. He had just sat there, trying to complete their foreplay ritual of jerking off to her sexy striptease and… nothing. His dick had stayed soft in his pumping, kneading hand. It had been especially frustrating, because Claire needed Dan more than ever lately. Her libido had been off the charts ever since she had seen Zane’s cock. 

Well, like a good wife should, Claire told Dan that things like that happen, and she loved him, and all the necessary sweet words. All while seething with frustration inside. Whatever, it was a one-time thing. Dan would be back to satisfying her soon. 

“Just in and out, dear,” said Claire breezily, planting a swift kiss on her husband’s cheek as she passed on the way back to the bedroom. “I have to change for a meeting. I’ll let you know when I plan to be back later tonight.” 

Claire clicked the bedroom door behind her and tossed the shopping bags on the bed, pulling out the wardrobe for her meeting with Zane. A wide, devious smile crossed her beautiful face. This outfit was really going to drive the sleazy pervert crazy. Wicked anticipation bubbled through her as she slipped into the clothes. Zane was about to find that the tables had completely turned on him. Now it wouldn’t be Claire tongue-tied and flustered by intrusive sexual thoughts during their meetings. This was going to give her exactly the upper hand she needed. 

Finally, everything was in place and Claire turned to look at herself in the mirror. She couldn’t help but let out a sultry chuckle of triumph at the sight, cocking a wide hip in a provocative pose to really show off how the clothes clung to her body. 

Claire's long, shapely calves and thick, toned thighs were encased in dark, clinging pantyhose, presenting her incredible legs like they were gift-wrapped. The skirt was cut above the knees,and tight enough to make her hips and ass pop. A cinched belt devastatingly emphasized her hourglass figure, and the tight, fitted short-sleeve blouse made her big, round breasts impossible to ignore. Claire considered the view carefully, sweeping her long, coal-black hair back over her shoulders, then, after a moment’s hesitation, unbuttoned one more button on the front of her blouse, displaying another half-inch of soft, creamy cleavage. Maybe more than was necessary… but if her aim was to give that bastard blue balls, might as well really torture him. 

The outfit was probably still appropriate for most offices, but only barely. Claire hadn’t owned anything nearly this sexy in her work wardrobe. Most of the clothes Claire bought were intended to downplay her womanly assets rather than display them, which she had made a special shopping trip to find something to make a knuckle-dragger like Zane drool. 

She liked the way things looked. She was a sex bomb no matter what she wore, but putting her body on display was rare for her. It was almost refreshing. When Zane saw this, he was going to get the mother of all erections… and not be able to do anything with it. It would put all the power in Claire’s hands. She had no idea why she had never thought of this before!

One final touch… Claire pulled out the tall stiletto heels that she had purchased and eyed them doubtfully. She had never been a huge fan of heels, although she didn’t find walking in them too difficult. They just felt a bit… demeaning. Wearing shoes that hurt and made walking harder just to make your legs and ass look better? It clashed with Claire’s distaste for other people ogling her body: she didn’t want any more men checking out her ass than already did. 

But ogling was what she was going for today, so she slipped on the shoes and turned in the mirror, giving herself a look. She raised an eyebrow. Well, she had to admit that the heels made her ass look even bigger and rounder than it already was. 

She clicked confidently toward the door, ready to head out for her meeting. She hadn’t even really considered how her new sexy outfit would look to her husband. The idea that Dan might object to how she chose to dress simply didn’t occur to her. It wasn’t how their relationship worked. 

Dan’s eyes grew wide as he saw his wife emerge, and for a second, Claire felt a little twinge of guilt. But she tossed that feeling aside quickly. Yes, this sexy, revealing outfit was intended for another man’s eyes. But that didn’t mean that Dan had anything to worry about. This outfit was a weapon. A tool. She had no intention of actually doing anything with the little sleazeball she planned to tease. 

In fact, maybe a little light teasing toward Dan would cure her husband of his embarrassing little issue from last night. “Trying a new look, sweetie,” she said with a teasing smile. “Like it?” She struck a sultry pose, running her fingers through her hair and relishing the look of stunned arousal on her husband’s face. 

“Wh-where are you going?” Dan asked weakly. 

Claire leaned forward, treating him to a look down her luscious cleavage, and gave him a lingering kiss on the lips. “Meeting with a client,” she whispered in his ear. “I’ll see you… tonight, dear.” 

Then she headed out the door, Dan staring after her open-mouthed with lust and horror. 

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This was the second meeting that Claire would be having at Zane’s tacky home, but unlike the first, she was looking forward to it. The supposed purpose of the meeting today was a walk-through of the room, showing Zane the concept drawings as they would actually be applied in context. But the purpose of the meeting had changed in Claire’s mind. She walked up to Zane's door with a strut, already picturing the look on his stupid face when he realized that she was about to beat him at his own game. 

This time, there had been no scheduling confusion. Zane’s rough, cheerful voice greeted her immediately, telling her that he would be right down. He had no idea the teasing, frustrating feast for the eyes he was about to receive. 

But when the door swung open and Zane got a look at her, Claire had a sudden sense that she may have miscalculated slightly. Zane blinked for a second, in shock as his eyes traveled slowly down her body, taking in her juicy breasts, her shirt clinging to every curve and open to display her soft cleavage… her curvy hips and ass nearly popping trhough the tight, short skirt… and her long, luscious legs, packed tight into dark hose and lifted by her tall sharp heels. A wide, predatory grin spread across Zane’s face, and for a moment, Claire didn’t feel powerful or in control at all. She felt vulnerable and on display for him. 

And the worst part was that the feeling wasn’t completely unpleasant. 

She forced herself to focus. Of course Zane would immediately assume that she was ripe for the taking now that she had dressed this way: that was the point of this exercise. His humiliation would come later, when he realized that she was as unavailable as ever despite her teasing.

And the teasing wasn’t just going to be visual. It was time for Claire to enact the next part of her plan. “Enjoying the view?” she quipped with a grin, lightly reaching out to push Zane to the side as she walked forward into his house, giving him a view of her swaying backside as she walked ahead of him. “Try to keep those eyeballs where they belong, Z,” she purred, using the nickname she had heard other women call him as a spur of the moment improvisation. “I’m a married woman after all, you bad man.”

“I’m not the only one who’s bad,” said Zane in a voice dripping with amusement, immediately slipping into the flirty banter that Claire was offering. He followed behind her on the stairs, his eyes locked to her plump ass as he said, “I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a married woman wearing a fuck-me outfit like that to a business meeting.”

When Claire looked over her shoulder at him, a little thrill zipped through her at the open, drooling lust on his face. Wow… she really was having an effect on him. Even though she had absolutely no interest in having sex with Zane… it did feel pretty thrilling to see how much he wanted her. 

“Is that what you think this outfit is saying?” she asked with a little smirk. “‘Fuck me’? I think you have the wrong idea altogether, Z. Can’t a lady look good at work without wanting to fuck? I have no interest at all in men like you.”

They had reached the upstairs landing, and Claire turned toward Zane, her heart thumping in her chest with excitement as he mounted the remaining steps to join her. Something about this teasing banter was getting her worked up. Maybe it would be better to rein herself in… but why worry about that when she was having so much fun? It was all harmless in the end, anyway. She knew how this would end: with her laughing as she left Zane with nothing but an neglected boner. 

“So what sort of men are you interested in?” said Zane, moving close to stare up into her eyes. “Maybe I can change.” With a pulse of squirming heat through her belly, Claire noted that a bulge was already forming in his pants. Her mind flashed instantly back to the day when she had seen him fuck Leah with that monstrous cock that was now tenting his jeans. She dismissed the memory as her face turned pink. Zane looked aroused, but he didn’t seem uncomfortable at all. Once again, Claire was starting to feel like she was the one on the back food. She needed to turn up the heat…

Claire leaned forward a little, presenting her deep cleavage for Zane’s piggy little eyes. Take a look, you little troll. Get a good view of what belongs to a better man. She played up her sultry smirk and tapped her chin as if in thought, then leaned even close and whispered in Zane’s ear, “The kind of man that’s married to me…” Before turning swiftly and entering his bedroom. 

Claire felt more in her element as she began to run through her plans for the bedroom design. She was sexy. Powerful. In control. Zane’s eyes followed her every move, but she didn’t mind in this context. He was supposed to look. Claire was showing him what he couldn’t have deliberately. As she ran through the proposed design elements, handing Zane concept art as she spoke, she grew more and more turned on. Turned on by her own teasing power… but also by the eyes of a sleazy man like Zane on her body. 

The creep was probably imagining all the filthy things he wished he could do with her… and as her presentation went on, Claire found that she began imagining them as well. With a sort of hazy, distracted amusement, she pictured how Zane would love to tear the revealing clothes off her… to run his grubby hands all over her soft curves… to kiss and lick her perfect body with his unworthy mouth. Not to mention what he would do with that brutish cock. Her eyes flicked down to his crotch as she spoke. Yes… a thick throbbing bulge had formed there. She had him right where she wanted him. 

“I’m impressed,” said Zane lightly as she finished, sitting on his bed, apparently completely unashamed by his obvious erection. “You seem to have almost every angle covered. A masterful vision.”

“Thanks, Z,” said Claire, crossing her arms beneath her breasts to give him a little better view, and rubbing a finger sensually over her plump, rosy lips. “I always leave my clients satisfied.”

“Do you?” said Zane, raising an eyebrow, “I can think of something else you could do that would satisfy me a lot more.” Claire couldn’t help but laugh. The little slimeball was just so certain he was about to get in her pants. 

But this time, it seemed like it wasn’t just a naked proposition, but actually a double entendre. 

“What I’d really like from you is a display case for my trophies.”

Claire frowned, her mask of teasing flirtation dropping for a moment at the sudden curveball. She hadn’t expected Zane to discuss a real point of contention during their flirtation. But maybe she should have known better. That was his bread and butter, wasn’t it? Using raw dominance and sexuality to get his way. Claire opened her mouth to end the fun, snapping at Zane that, of course she wasn’t going to make him a trophy case for his stolen panties, as she has said many times before. 

Then she hesitated. Getting annoyed and dropping her teasing act would almost be letting him win. She had truly enjoyed making the slobby man drool over her, but she had been looking forward to the final part the most: when she laughed in his face and denied him. Ending the fun now would deprive her of the best part!  And, as much as she hated to admit it, flirting with Zane was just fun. Putting herself in the crosshairs of an unscrupulous, dominant man like Zane was thrilling. Dangerous yet controlled, like bungee jumping.

So why couldn’t she tease Zane with the idea that she might build his stupid misogynistic case in the same way she was teasing him with the thought of her body? He wouldn’t get either one, but that would just make it even sweeter when she denied him.

“Hmmmm,” said Claire pensively, slipping back into the role of wily temptress, “Well, I don’t know, Z… I’m not sure you need anything to stroke your ego. It’s already big as it is.” She let her eyes rest on his crotch for a moment. Let him catch her looking. The warm flush of excitement deepened and strengthened in her belly. Ok… she had to admit that she was getting a little turned on, but that was just because she was toying with a man sexually. As a dominant woman, that was a totally normal reaction, and had nothing to do with Zane in particular. 

Zane got up from the bed, stalking forward, surprisingly light on his feet for a man of his size. “Come on, Claire Bear,” he said softly, “you can’t tell me you haven’t at least considered what the trophy case could look like. A brilliant designer like you?” As he circled around her, his eyes on her body rather than her face, Claire had the impression that she was being stalked by a hungry predator. The idea sent a shudder racing up her spine and goosebumps prickling her skin. But she wouldn’t be easy prey.

“Maybe I have, maybe I haven’t,” Claire said, hand on hip, sharp green eyes following Zane. “But even if I thought about what it might look like, that doesn’t mean I would build or install it for you.”

Zane stopped in front of her, his expression hungry and sharp.

“Tell me.”

His voice was low and compelling, a hint of steel beneath his pleasant tone. It was a simple two words, but they hit Claire like a ton of bricks. The sheer force of will piled behind the quiet command made something deep inside her sit up and take notice. Her teasing tormentor act slipped again, her cheeks flushing as she looked down and away. She turned toward one wall, currently blank due to Zane’s lack of decorative instinct, and gestured toward it.

With her mouth dry and her heart beating hard and rapid in her temples, Claire said, “It would be right here.” Why am I doing this? Why am I even entertaining the idea of making an obscene monument to Zane’s sexual prowess? More importantly, why the fuck am I sharing the design ideas that had occurred to me with Zane when it will obviously give him the wrong idea? Claire had no idea. But in this hazy encounter of mutual lust and animosity, responding to his command felt correct on a level that Claire couldn’t resist. She insisted to herself that just outlining her plans didn’t matter, but a voice inside her whispered that this was a significant compromise. But regardless of how smart or stupid it was, here, in these slutty clothes, with Zane’s hot eyes crawling over her, it simply felt impossible to refuse his command. 

“Small boxes, one for each… uhh, trophy,” said Claire, describing the design in her usual clipped, professional tone she used for design presentations. She was avoiding Zane eyes, worried that she would see triumph there. Worried about how seeing that gloating victory might make her feel. “Sort of like a display case for neck ties. Each pair of underwear would be folded into a small square or triangle, just large enough to display the color and material.”

Claire risked a glance at Zane, and thankfully he wasn’t leering at her like she feared. He was staring keenly in the direction she indicating as if imagining what she described. He nodded, stroking his chin. “I like it. Tasteful, but a good way to display the sheer number and variety. One thing I’d like to add, though. A mannequin torso from hips to thighs. Just one, in the center of the display.”

“And which pair of panties would go there?” asked Claire, unable to stop herself. Zane’s eyes flicked to meet hers, and Claire’s breath hitched. The heat inside her flared as sexual electricity arced between them. 

“The crown jewel,” said Zane in his infuriating, cocky voice. “The woman who was the most difficult to seduce of course.” His frank, insultingly forward eyes seemed to burn into hers, and Claire came to a horrible realization. She wasn’t just turned on because of flaunting her sexuality. She was turned on by Zane. Her blazing hatred for him hadn’t calmed one bit, and her repulsion for his squat body still lingered. But something about sparring with him like this, feeling his powerful lust for her, seeing his confidence that he would have her in the end… it was compelling in a way that Claire had never experienced before.

A cunning, powerful man was after her, determined to conquer her sexually, and that fact lit a dark fire inside her. Especially when compared to her husband’s soft, eager-to-please style of romance. 

Claire cleared her throat and turned away from Zane. This was getting out of hand. She had to find some way to wrap this up, sooner rather than later. “Of course,” she said in strangled voice, “A lot would depend on how many ‘trophies’ we’re talking about. And the variety of colors and materials. It might not be possible to make the presentation harmonious with the rest of the design depending on the panties in question.”

“Not that I’ll be the one designing it for you,” she added quickly, risking another quick glance toward Zane.

Zane chuckled and unexpectedly turned away to root around under his bed, extracting a small wooden trunk. “Well, in that case you should take a look at the collection. You know… just in  case you do end up as the one making my trophy case for me.”

He threw open the lid of the box and stepped back, letting Claire get a look. Claire stared down at a messy swirl of feminine hues and silky cloth. She snorted. If this was how Zane had stored his collection of sexual mementos given by fallen women up to this point, he really did need a new way of displaying them. The way they were all sort of mixed together in a box didn’t really do justice to what they represented. 

Claire bent over the box, hands on her knees as she peered closer. There must have been dozens of them… and each one represented a sexual victory. A woman who Zane had tricked, pushed, or tempted into trying out his massive cock. The sight was… a little overwhelming. Thinking about it that way, this collection was a testimony to Zane’s sexual prowess that was hard to argue with. It was no wonder that he was so cocky. His skills at seduction had been successful again and again. 

Claire reached down and moved aside some of the panties, looking for a bottom that was deeper than she thought. “Geez,” she said with a dry, unconvincing chuckle, “would it kill some of these ladies to wear a little lace? If you’re gifting underwear it should be your nicest pair, right?” She was trying to make light of the moment, but she had to admit that seeing Zane’s collection of trophies for herself was making her feel a little disquieted. 

For the first time ever, her unshakeable confidence that it was impossible for Zane’s seduction to succeed faltered just the tiniest bit. How many of the women who had donated underwear to this collection had said the same thing once upon a time? 

Maybe coming here with the intention of riling Zane up had been a mistake…

That’s when it happened; while she was distracted, bent over at the waist, her eyes on Zane’s trophies and her mind of his skills of seduction. 

Zane’s hands grabbed Claire’s wide hips with quick, easy confidence. As if he had done it hundreds of times before. As if she was a lover, and not a woman who had shown her contempt for him in a thousand different ways. He was standing behind her practically in doggy-style position, one hand on either hip, gripping firmly. “Well then… when you give me your donation, you’ll have to show them what a superior woman wears,” he said in a smirking tone. 

Claire was stunned into inaction for a moment, her hands on her knees, Zane behind her. Powerful, conflicting emotions roared through her. Pure rage at Zane’s presumption. Unchecked animal arousal at the feeling of a dominant male’s open pursuit. 

Guilt and humiliation for being so foolish. 

Zane wasn’t a passive man like Dan. How had she expected him to act when she came in to his home and flaunted what he desired right in front of his nose? Zane was the kind of man who took what he wanted. She should have known that he would try to take her. 

She stood, unable to speak, unable to even move, frozen in the infuriating, erotic moment of Zane touching her sexually for the first time. She needed to get away. She needed to draw a clear line with Zane and tell him that he had gone way over the line. But in that moment she couldn’t break free from Zane’s dominant power. And, shockingly, embarrassingly, there was a part of her that was curious about the sensation of Zane’s strong hands on her soft hips. Part of her wanted to feel more…

But Zane was never the kind of man who rested on his laurels. He pushed things further. With aching slowness, Zane shifted his hips forward, and Claire’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. 

The full length of his massive, throbbing cock pressed against Claire plump backside through his pants and the tight material pulled taut over her ass. It felt impossibly big. Impossibly hard. But, although the sensation of the cock she couldn’t stop picturing pressed against her backside made Claire weak in the knees with reluctant lust, it also finally spurred her to action. She managed to stand and turn, wriggling out of Zane’s grasp and slinging her arm out to plant a ferocious slap across his cheek. 

With his head turned to the side from the force of her blow, Zane looked stunned, raising a hand to touch his already reddening cheek. Claire breathed heavily, suddenly feeling exposed and ridiculous in the slutty office-wear she had foolishly worn. 

Zane turned his gaze back to her and opened his mouth to speak… But Claire had already heard enough from him today. She turned and ran like a coward, hustling out of the room in the tall heels she had worn to better show her ass off to her worst enemy.

She didn’t stop until she was in her car, panting with exertion and close to tears. She slammed her hand against her steering wheel with a frustrated snarl. What the fuck had she been thinking? The entire plan had been stupid from the start. Teasing Zane was playing into his hands. And the scary part was that she hadn’t even recognized that. Zane had confused her to the point that dressing sexy for him had felt like a logical way to fight back. And of course, giving a pig like Zane an inch had meant he took a mile. Today, Claire had felt Zane’s cock pressed against her. A man who wasn’t her husband had rubbed his dick on her. 

And God help her… it had felt fucking good. That was the real problem with what had happened today. Flirting with Zane had felt exciting. Doing what he said felt natural. And feeling his hands and cock on her body had made her blaze with desire. Luckily her anger had won. This time. 

Claire took a deep breath and let it out as she started the car. Luckily, it seemed like Zane was smart enough not to push his luck by coming out of the house after her. She might do a lot worse than slap him if she saw his face again right now. 

As she drove, Claire’s adrenaline faded, but her worries and confusion didn’t. And neither did her arousal. It crackled and roared inside her like a spitting flame. She was going to have to come up with a plan to deal with Zane, but, in the mean time, Dan had better have sorted out whatever his issue was with his dick. 

Because Claire needed to get fucked worse than she ever had before in her life. She was thinking doggy-style tonight. Just for a change of pace. 

…

Zane watched Claire pull away from his bedroom window, rubbing his sore jaw. God that woman had an arm on her!

He could admit it: he had maybe gone a little bit too far this time. He was a simple man with dominant instincts: he saw a fat ass being waved in front of him by a woman practically begging for his cock, he grabbed it. He might have even gotten away with grabbing her hips too… if he hadn’t thought with his dick and pressed up against her. That had definately been too much too soon. 

But there was no real harm done, besides maybe loosening some of the teeth on his right-hand side. It wasn’t the first time he had been slapped, and it wouldn’t be the last. It was the price of doing business. Besides, his little improvisation had gotten them over the major hurdle of first sexual contact, which was always tricky to maneuver. And he was willing to bet that Claire would be thinking long and hard about the feeling of his cock pressed into the tender flesh of her ass.

The whole day had been a pleasant surprise. He knew that Claire’s sexy little outfit had been a misguided attempt at turning the tables rather than a real submission, but it did demonstrate that she was already thinking along the correct lines.  

But Zane couldn’t let up. Despite how she had reacted, Zane couldn’t allow Claire to cool down and think through her feelings for him right now. He needed to capitalize on the volatile sexual chemistry they had both felt today. 

And he thought the best way to do that would be an apology gift…

A wildly inappropriate one. 

Option A): If Zane knew Dan, Claire’s limp-dick husband was probably already jerking himself silly on a nightly basis to Zane’s cock fucking censored pussies. Why not send Claire a gift subscription of her own? She was far enough along now that she would definitely be tempted to investigate, especially if she thought that no one would ever know. How romantic! Both members of the loving couple masturbating separately to the same big cock bastard that wanted to steal Claire away! 

Option B): If Zane had to guess, he would say that Dan was becoming less and less useful in bed right about now. Claire would be growing more and more frustrated. More and more desperate for satisfaction. She wasn’t quite ready to seek that from Zane’s big cock yet, but she might be convinced to try the next best thing. Maybe Zane could send her a dildo, with a sly note letting her know that it was approximately the same girth and length of Zane’s cock. She would never acknowledge it publicly, but in the secret depths of the night, when her husband was asleep… Zane thought that she might give his gift a try. And that experience would plant all sort of useful thoughts in her head. 

Option C): Claire had been pretty disparaging of the panties Zane had collected. She thought fancier underwear would be more appropriate. Maybe Zane should gift her a set of red-hot lingerie, with the implication that one day he would be claiming the panties back as his own. Claire had already shown a tendency to find dressing up for Zane hot… sending her a breathtakingly slutty set of lingerie would get her mind working on what it would feel like to model them for him. Maybe she would try to wear the lingerie for Dan instead… but that might be even better in the end: displaying a perfect contrast between her useless hubby and the dominant stud pursuing her.