Apartment 303 – Chapter 7: That Wasn’t Part of the Bet [MF]

*Author’s Note: Jamie, Charlie, and now Tracy! What kind of trouble can Kelly get into next? Let’s find out… Visit* r/KellyBoomErotica *for previous chapters, other short stories, and smut stuff. And as always DMmeYOURpussies.*

**- Chapter 7: That Wasn’t Part of the Bet -**

“The professor finally started lecturing on interesting topics today. I feel like I wasted a week of my life,” I bemoaned.

“Well, you’re a freshman. The intro classes are designed for 18 year old kids that don’t know how to wipe their own asses yet.” Charlie sipped on her dirty martini, an aptly named drink for her. It looked clean and fancy, but was dirty on the inside.

The week had gone by without any excitement. My classes we’re mostly just going over syllabi and stupid ice-breaker activities. I rarely saw my roommates. Everyone had varying class and work schedules, and since the girls were upper division, they actually had tons of homework already. When I was in the apartment with one of them, it was as if nothing sexual had ever happened. That was actually a relief. Not having any sexual tension allowed me to relax into my new life. I figured that we’d all released that tension over the weekend, moved on, and now we were just roommates.

Charlie texted me while I was sitting in my last class of the week asking if I wanted to meet up for a happy hour drink at the place Jamie worked. She was already sitting at the bar when I arrived. She looked beautiful sitting there sipping her martini. She was wearing a loose fitting blouse and skirt. Her tan legs exposed up to her thighs. Her strawberry blonde hair, still damp from her post-workout shower, was tied up in a bun. I spotted Jamie waiting on a table. Her occasional fake laugh was audible over the music and din of people enjoying their Friday night.

After taking my place next to Charlie at the bar, ordering a beer, and complaining to her about my classes, I nodded my head towards the table of guys Jamie was waiting on. All four guys looked like bank tellers. Cheap suits, bad haircuts. They were puffing out their chests, Jamie laughing and touching one of them on the arm. “She really knows how to squeeze these guys for all their money, doesn’t she?”

Charlie giggled, “Oh yeah, she’s a pro. In one night she makes more in tips than I make in a week.”

Jamie walked behind the bar, and began filling up a pitcher of beer. “Why are you guys here? This bar sucks.”

“The fact that you’re giving us half priced drinks is why. Plus, seeing you flirt with douche bags is better than going to the movies!” Charlie teased.

“Fuck off Charlie,” Jamie barked. Charlie giggled which brought a smile to Jamie’s face. “My fake working persona is so embarrassing, but I bet I get at least a hundred bucks from those four. Probably four phone numbers too,” she lamented and then fake gagged.

“I’ll take you up on that bet,” I said.

“What?”

“I bet you don’t get a hundred bucks in tips from them. They’re buying pitchers of cheap beer. There’s *no way* you get a hundred bucks.”

Jamie smirk, “Oh it’s on mother fucker!” She shot her hand across the bar and shook my hand vigorously. Pitcher full, she took it over to the douche bags who all sat up straight again at her approach.

“Well that was a stupid bet,” Charlie declared.

“Probably, but it’ll be worth it to watch her turn the charm into overdrive!” Charlie laughed while taking a sip of her martini. She came up coughing, nodding her head in agreement.

As the bar steadily filled in with more and more people, Charlie and I debated the motivations of the characters in the book I’d borrowed. I’d finished the book the night before. I had plenty of time to read as none of my classes had assigned any homework yet. There was a sequel book planned, Charlie informed me, which is what led to our debate over whether the Queen Regent was really on the side of the intrepid heroes. As with country music, Charlie and I vehemently disagreed. We’d paused our discussion every so often to watch Jamie flirt with a new group of guys.

As Charlie was working on her second drink, me on my third, the bank tellers got up and left. Jamie cleared their table. Charlie and I waited with baited breath. Jamie came around the bar, a sour look on her face. Feeling triumphant I bragged, “I won, didn’t I? For my prize, I think I want breakfast in bed tomorrow.”

A devious smile spread across Jamie’s lips. A low rumble began emanating from her chest. She threw her head back and laughed like a super villain. “Muahahaha! Five twenties and four business cards! God damn I’m good!”

“Shit, no way.” Charlie howled.

“For *my* prize, *I* think *I* want breakfast in bed tomorrow,” emphasizing each pronoun.

“A bet is a bet. It’s been a pleasure watching you work.” I extended my hand in defeat. Jamie shook it eagerly, then went back to delivering a tray of drinks.

Charlie grumbled, “Aww man, I want a hundred bucks and breakfast in bed.”

“Let’s make a bet. Winner gets breakfast in bed on Sunday.” I responded straight-faced.

“Ooo yay! I love this!” Charlie sat up straight, clapping her hands. “What’s the bet?”

“Hmm, how about I point to a guy and you have to get his number?”

Charlie fake gagged just like Jamie had. “Gross, no! Hmm… I got it,” her lips curling into a coy grin. “I bet you won’t make me cum in the ladies restroom.”

It was my turn to cough while taking a gulp of beer. Charlie patiently waited while I composed myself. Her arms crossed, a shit-eating grin on her face. *Just when I thought my life was returning to normalcy…* “I thought we got that out of our system last weekend?”

“Oh no, fucking in public places will never be out of my system.”

*Fucking! She said fucking!* “So let me get this straight, the bet is I won’t fuck you until you cum in the ladies restroom at Jamie’s bar. While Jamie is working.”

“Yes, but you can only fuck me with your tongue.” *And there it is. Erotic torturer number two has returned for more.*

“What about Jamie?”

Scoffing, “It’s Friday night. This place has two new dudes walking in the door every minute. Jamie is swamped. Plus, the thought of her catching us makes it that much hotter! My panties are already getting wet thinking about it.”

*The threat of getting caught in the library was pretty hot. And I haven’t seen or tasted Charlie’s pussy yet.* “Fuck it, you’re already halfway to orgasm.” Charlie squealed and bounced up and down on the bar stool. A second later Jamie rushed over, yelling a cocktail order to the bartender. “Jamie, we’re out of here. See you tomorrow.”

“See ya!” She replied. “And Kelly, I want pancakes for breakfast.” I already forgot about my first bet of the night, but gave her a thumbs up. “Not before noon though,” she concluded and rushed back to work.

Charlie and I eyed Jamie and as soon as she was occupied, back towards us, I said, “C’mon cumslut.” Charlie sprang off the bar stool, leading me by the hand towards the restroom. She peeked her head in, then dragged me in after her. The ladies restroom was clean and didn’t smell like any bar restroom I’d ever been in. “Wow, this is nice.”

“Not a whole lot of ladies frequent the Park Ave.”

I scanned the room. There were two stalls. One was handicap accessible and twice the size of the other. “So, how are we going to do this?” Charlie just shrugged her shoulders, her doe eyes innocently looking up at me. *Right, Charlie likes being submissive.* I pulled her into the larger stall, locked it behind me, and commanded her to, “Take off your panties.” She reached under the sides of her skirt and shimmied her hips until her panties dropped to her ankles. She stepped one foot out, then brought the panties up to my hand with her other foot. They were a little damp. I said, “Open your mouth cumslut.” She immediately complied. I took her panties and thrust them into her mouth. “Turn around.” She did. I stepped close behind her, reached my hands around, and grabbed her tits. Each one fit perfectly into my large hands. She began rubbing her ass on my crotch, moaning softly. Her moans muted by the panties. I massaged her tits for a few moments until her nipples were nice and hard. I then grabbed her under the armpits and hoisted her on top of the toilet lid. I lightly pushed her shoulders and she bent over, her hands placed on the upper tank. I had to spread my legs out wide to get at the right angle, but once I did I lifted her skirt, exposing her ass and pussy. She didn’t have space to spread her feet apart standing on the toilet lid, so her outer lips, smooth as silk, were pressed tightly together. Her light pink, meaty inner lips protruded from between her outer lips. I placed each hand on either ass cheek. I knew it would be loud, but I slapped one cheek, eliciting a muffled moan. Her ass was plump, not at all like Tracy’s. I kneaded her ass meat a little before spreading them apart to glimpse her tight asshole. I spit right on it watching it tense up, then relax. I plunged my tongue down laying it flat on her outer lips, then licked all the way to her asshole. I twirled my tongue around her asshole, at one point penetrating it. She softly moaned, with a little yelp when my tongue squeezed through the tight ring. I slid my feet a little farther apart and used my fingers to spread her outer lips. I could smell her pussy. It was sweetly pungent, making my mouth water. I drove my stiff tongue down into her vagina. My nose pressed tight against her asshole. I swirled my tongue around inside her. Her juices started dripping down my chin. I craned my neck and found her clit. I slurped and sucked it. My nose was now buried in her hole and I inhaled deeply, taking in her scent. Her moaning was consistent at this point, her hips gyrating. I took one finger and massaged her asshole for a moment before pushing it inside her. The ring of muscles resisted for a second, then swallowed my finger greedily. I sucked on her clit hard and wiggled my finger when I felt her orgasm pop. Pussy juices leaked all over my face, filling up my mouth. She bucked and moaned wildly for a few seconds before her orgasm receded. I slowed my movements down in rhythm with her movements until I slowly pulled my finger and face away from her.

She didn’t move for a minute, breathing hard through her nose. Finally she spit her panties out and asked, “Does your cumslut taste good?”

I slapped her ass hard one final time and replied, “I want that again for my breakfast in bed prize!” Charlie moaned an agreement, gingerly stepped down from the toilet lid, and smoothed her skirt into place. I motioned to the bulge in my pants and asked, “You want your prize cumslut?”

“Sorry baby, but that wasn’t part of the bet,” she whispered, then giggled mischievously.

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