The lighting in the room is soft, casting a warm glow over everything. I sit here, the weight of the bet settling in. She’s leaning back, one leg casually draped over the chair, the other bent at an angle that shows off her confidence. Her top is tight, hugging her curves, and her expression is neutral, almost detached. But I know that look. It’s the one she gets when she’s about to win.
Remembering the Terms
And I do remember the terms. The pool game, the bet, and now the consequences. Mark’s going to… well, you know. And then, she’ll… I can’t even think about it without feeling a mix of humiliation and arousal. It’s a strange feeling, this mix of emotions. But that’s the game, isn’t it? The thrill of the loss, the anticipation of what comes next. She’s got me wrapped around her finger, and she knows it. That’s the power she holds, and she wields it with a smile that’s both cruel and inviting.
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