Betrayed 2(72)

“The likelihood of anybody stealing it is slim to none, but I still have to give you something for your diligence.” He looked confused and I could tell that my highbrow vocabulary had gone right over his head. “I’m just saying that I’m grateful that you are here to look after it. He nodded his head and grumbled something under his breath. There was really no way that I was going to understand what he was saying.

“I don’t see why you even bother to give him anything. If it was for charity, I might understand, but that clunker is not worth the money that you spent. If it gets stolen, then you can always get another one.” He did have a valid point, but to lose it would only compound the issue.

“Let me see if I can explain it to you, Marshall. If it’s stolen, then there will be a report and then I would become more than just wallpaper. The last thing that I want is for them to see me. I have to remain in the shadows, working on our behalf to get what we need without attracting Susan to my activities.” I went across the street, stayed by the door and then went in when somebody came out.

I found my way to the same bar stool that I had in the corner and my drink was still sitting there. I’d settled down and then felt a hand on my shoulder that had me go rigid like I had been caught with my hand in the cookie jar.

“I’m not sure that it was a good idea to invite her. She has been making fun of everybody. You can tell that most of them are trying to keep her at a distance. There have been a few that went to the bathroom and didn’t come back. She is enjoying herself, but it’s not in the way that I intended She left for about 10 minutes and I think they were all hoping that she went home.” Tina had found me and was now telling me how it was a mitigated disaster to have her breach the inner sanctum of their serenity. This was supposed to be a safe place, but it was turned into more of the same that they had endured at the office.

“I hope that you not blaming me for this. You’re the one that found it necessary to invite her. I just said that it might be a good idea to give her the option. I never thought for a moment that she would take it seriously. You can at least take solace in that she’s smiling.” The only reason why she was smiling was because the guys were getting ridiculed after each game of pool with an article of clothing on the line for each ball sunk.

The girls were snickering underneath their breath as three guys stood to the side with their hands over their privates to hide their obvious shame and embarrassment for losing like a couple of chumps.

“Do you really think that you stand a chance against me, young man? You saw what I did to your friends and still, you felt obligated to take my challenge on face value. It’ll cost you your dignity and I hope that it was worth it. This last shot is going to take your underwear.” She made it look like child’s play as she lined up a shot that looked impossible to make.

“If you can make the shot, then I will gladly give you my underwear.” It was a wonder that the bartender was allowing this to continue. The only ones that were in attendance were from the office and a few girls that had come in when they saw what was going on through the window. I think that they were getting a kick out of seeing a woman wipe the floor with them. I know that I was.

From where I was sitting, I could see the cue ball jump into the air off the table and then come down landing with such grace that it hit the eight ball with a kiss. It wasn’t much, but it did send it into the pocket.

“I see the stunned look on your face, but I don’t see your underwear in my hand. A bet is a bet.” He was a good-looking man and out of the four of them, he was the only one that had the kind of body that would seem to make embarrassment a second thought to him. “I’m waiting and don’t make me think that you are not a man of your word.” He was flushed a shade red that mimicked the color of the felt on the pool table.

He slipped them off and what he was in possession of had her grabbing it. She was dragging him to a chorus of the women to the front door. “This has been a lot of fun and I’ll see all of you in the morning bright and early. This young man might be a tad late.” There was an obvious engagement ring on his finger, but that didn’t stop her from taking what was the spoils of war.

She used his cock as a makeshift leash, gathering up his clothes and leading him back to the black stretch limousine waiting outside. She made a whistle of appreciation watching from behind and then she slipped in by closing the door and driving away.

The mood was somber and those that were still there decided to leave. The guys that had no clothes were soon dressed in janitorial coveralls. The bartender had taken pity on them, but he was snickering and smiling like this was the most fun that he had seen in this place in a long time.