The Makings of a Fucktoy (PM interest)

[Brigitte92]

The Makings of a Fucktoy (Closed)

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Name: Nicole Rich
Age: 26
Height: 5'9"
Cup size: 38DD

I should have never gone to this party...

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Oh, I'm sorry - you're probably wondering what I'm going on about. First off, hi; I'm Nicole Rich, a twenty-six year old woman.

Okay, that might be too brief of an introduction on my behalf. Let's see...well, I'm a model and a pretty successful one at that too. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't making millions or anything; I did live comfortably though, being able to afford my own high-rise condominium overlooking the vast downtown area. I was beginning to reach celebrity status, oddly enough; I say this, because I'm not really a people's person, to be perfectly honest. Yeah, I'm pretty sure that must sound completely and utterly insane coming from a glamor model's mouth, but it was my fiance that handled most of my PR and what have you. He also happened to be my manager, if you haven't figured that one out yet - having met each other when I was fresh out of my undergraduate studies and looking for my place in the world. He was my first real boyfriend and we really hit it off...and here we are, six months away from our wedding date. I decided against moving in before that, much to his own chagrin; I just didn't see the point in doing that before getting married. Besides, I was comfortable living by myself.

Sorry, I guess that I must have sounded a little self-centered there. I'm honestly not like that; heck, I'd say that I'm thinking about others half the time. Like my brother, Richard and how recently he's been having trouble at school. From what I could recall, it all started with some wannabe thugs causing trouble at his school and actually began to target people who spoke out against them. My brother wasn't some stereotypical geek - he was star for the school's soccer team. So, when some guy called Rick West pulled some elaborate prank on him, he was incredibly devastated. I can vividly recall trying my best to console him when he came back home, furious and covered completely in mud. I can also recall asking myself "How can I get back at him, without my brother knowing?"

Yeah, I was pretty protective of my only sibling, seeing as we only had each other after our parents, more or less, abandoned us after their messy divorce. Technically, Richard was living with our father but he was away with his new girlfriend, exploring Europe or something along those lines.

Anyway, going back to my hopes of getting revenge - it's funny how life works out. It was pretty much by chance, just as I was looking over my iPhone that I realized that I knew a model who actually had Rick, Richard's nemesis, as a friend on Facebook. Her name was Emily York, a younger 24 year old modeling hopeful. With just a little bit of research, I realized that she was in fact Rick's cousin and that they kept each other close, much like Richard and I. Against my better judgement, I contacted her the first chance that I got and pretty much kept it secret from Peter, my fiance. Why? Well, Peter, for whatever reason, believed that certain models out there were eager to try to figure out ways to get me out of the picture, so to speak. I was, as he put it, hogging up a lot of potential sponsors so I had to be careful of what models I hung out with, at least within my area where they're known to be particularly backstabbing and pretty vicious.

Our conversations were anything but vicious though; as it turns out, Emily was actually pretty soft spoken and incredibly understanding, though was a bit eccentric in her manner of speaking and clothing choice (she wore a bandana when we first met). Anyway, she was so understanding, in fact, that she was the first to mention "Honestly, Rick needs to be taught a lesson." So, when I explained my predicament while we were out for coffee, she couldn't help but laugh. Why? Well...

"That's perfect. You know that Rick has been wanting to host some huge party, right?"

"Really?"

"Yeah, that would be a perfect place for you to pull a prank on him."
"I guess...why would you say that though?"
"Well, he in inherited a lot of money, so he's pretty well-off and from what I remember, there are cameras all over the house."
"I don't get where you're going at-"
"Let me finish - he also has a crazy crush on you."
"Really?"
"Yep! The subject came over when I was talking about local models. I tell you, Rick said that he found you unbelievably sexy. Something about loving your sexy big ass, long legs and perfect tits. Here, let me show you what were his favorite pictures..." Emily added, messing with her iPad before showing me two photos of my last photo-shoot:

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I blushed madly at this point, mainly for two reasons; one, I wasn't much of a fan when it came to my more revealing pictures and two I wasn't really used to that sort of language that my fellow model used(Peter was too sweet to use those sort of comments).

"I figure that you could try to 'seduce him'. By that, I mean use your charms, get him all flustered and into you. You lead him into the interior balcony and pull his pants down, in front of everyone. If he hosts a party, he'll bring a lot of people over, so trust me, it'll send a message."

It was a pretty childish plan but it would definitely work, or so I thought.


"I don't know about this...I mean, I don't really know how to seduce anyone really. Peter has been pretty much the only guy in my life."

"Really? Well, don't worry honey, I'll meet you at the party to help you out."

"Are you serious? Thank you! But...why are you helping me out like this, again?"

"Because honestly, as much as I love Rick, he can be a complete tool half the time."

I laughed as she continued

"I'll tell him that I can get you to come, but only if he apologizes and invites your brother over. I'm sure that he'll want to see Rick get his, right?"

"Wow, you're awfully brilliant Emily."

"Don't I know it."

I smiled and I waited until I got a call from Emily about two days ago, telling me in advance that Rick's party would be hosted today. I called Richard to tell him about our little plan. He was ecstatic, as you can imagine. But...

"Be careful though."
"Why's that?"
"Well, from what I hear, Rick's a complete and utter sleaze and womanizer..."
"Richard! Who do you take me for?"
"But..."
"Don't worry about it. Just come to the party, okay?"
"Fine. Around what time are you going to pull that prank on Rick?"
"At 10:00 PM, on the dot. Don't miss it!"
"Gotcha."

...​

Cue to me now, walking up the stairs leading up to what must have been a mansion. I wasn't exactly comfortable in my current getup though; Emily was pretty adamant about me dressing the 'part', so to speak, by wearing what I had on during Rick's favorite photo-shoot. Namely, a pair of black five inch heels (with which, I stood at about 6'2"), a pair of tight denim shorts (which barely hugged the bottoms of each plump cheek), a simple tight white tank top (showing ample amounts of cleavage) with my cross digging in between the mounds of both of my breasts. I had curled my long brown hair and let it down. My pouty lips were complimented by my red lipstick.

"Emily sure wasn't kidding about how loaded he is..." I thought to myself, observing how large the house looked like from outside. I swear, this place could easily be transformed into a museum. I couldn't help but wonder how much money did this guy inherit from his parents...

Ignoring the many whistles and catcalls from the thug wannabes, smoking God knows what outside, I walked in with my heels clicking on the ground and I merely looked up to observe the interior balcony.

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That's when I got a devastating text message. My hand went to my left pocket and pulled out my iPhone. Seeing that it came from Emily, I was anxious to read but quickly was overwhelmed with disappointment.

"Sorry Nicole, something came up. You're on your own!"

"Great, now what I'm supposed to do?..." I thought to myself. It was 6 PM, after all, meaning there was just four hours before my brother would come to this spot and expect seeing Rick get his just deserts.

Then like clockwork, I felt someone poke my shoulder from behind. I turned to see...

 

[Bevatoria]

I love it when a plan comes together.

It was a fairly common thing for me, although to anyone looking from the outside it just looked like I was rich. Which I was. Ridiculously so. Due to the hard work and fortunate luck of my parents, I and my kids would be set for the rest of our lives without lifting a finger, barring catastrophe, but I wasn't someone who took that for granted. Even with every appearance of being the spoiled rich kid, with that luxury came a chip the size of a boulder on my shoulder, determined to prove everyone wrong. And so when they saw someone entitled, with everything they could ever want or need at their fingertips, someone like me...they took him for granted. Which was usually their last mistake, relatively speaking. Defeating someone wasn't the same as owning them, and I always chose which I wanted with everyone i met.

Because I, Rick West, always got what I wanted. It wasn't just a matter of money, even if that helped significantly. Nor a matter of physical strength; I took advantage of my abundance to keep in decent shape, but there were guys at the school who could bench press twice what I could without batting an eye, and run twice as fast, three times as far. Neither was it a matter of intelligence; the best tutors in the world couldn't keep me from falling behind the best my students my schools had. It was using whatever you were given to your fullest advantage. And I did, even if it wasn't always what my parents wanted.

They gave me considerable leeway, and I pushed well beyond it. Ignoring classes I didn't care about, wining, dining, and dumping high school girls like nothing (being eighteen gave me considerably more freedom in that regard), and pranking anyone who amused me. And as much as I enjoyed the sport of soccer, there was one particular student who I decided to pull a rather hilarious prank on.

Through no fault of his own, of course. It was just circumstance. And so, as his locker exploded in a rather elaborate (if crude) mechanism of a mud explosion, which also happened to open several lockers around him...let's just say I had help. He didn't take it too well, which was to say he gave me several stinkeyes for some time afterwards, but I never worried about retaliation.

Remember what I mentioned about being connected? It helped to protect against retaliation. And so, with one Emily York well in hand (her only message to me saying 'she's in'), I waited on my large estate for my target to arrive.

The target who thought that she was going to be the one pranking this night. A woman I'd been watching from afar, like many anonymous males on the internet, seeing her skimpy pictures contrasting with her relatively modest online and offline (or so I was told) persona. I got a camera to zoom in onto her coming on the grounds, and I nodded appreciatively. She'd chosen well, her outfit one that I'd dreamed about on her for some time, small jean shorts that hugged her tight ass, and a white tank top which exposed a small line of skin when she moved the right way. I let her get onto the property before leaving my surveillance room to meet her.

Showtime. A few hours before the main event; I was dressed with a black collared shirt and black jeans, casual and comfortable. I had to pretend not to know why she was here, while she had to pretend not to have any ill intent, either. And I also had to pretend not to know that....never mind. I'd always fooled people for my entire life, why mess that up now?

With a smile, I placed my hand on her shoulder, moving to her side. "Welcome to my home, Nicole." Even with her heels on, I was still a bit taller then her, and I ran my hand down her bare arm. "I'm so glad you could make it here."

 

[Brigitte92]

As more and more guests arrived, and Rick's place getting more and more crowded with this, it would have been near a miracle to hear the voice calling me from behind without some form of physical contact. So, as I felt a hand go to my shoulder, I turned my head to my side to see a familiar face. Truth be told, I never saw Rick in person ever before, so I was hoping that I could match his face with what I could remember from Facebook.

"Welcome to my home, Nicole."

He matched, I guess. I could now remember his face, though I had no idea that he'd be this tall - or at least, taller than I was with these heels on. I smiled, trying to hide the fact that I was just a bit nervous. I mean, just what I was supposed to do? I was relying on Emily to help me out here, since I never had to really play this sort of game of cat and mouse before.

My heart raced a bit when his hand moved from my shoulder and ran down one bare arm, his fingertips getting a feel of my soft skin. He was a little handsy, I guess. Did people normally greet each other like this? "Come on Nicole, calm down..." I thought to myself, as I kept myself from looking like anything but cool and confident. Or at least, I hoped.

"I'm so glad you could make it here."

"Me too. Thanks for having me over." I said with yet another smile. "I'm glad that you could patch things up with my brother and everything. That was pretty nice of you."

Now...how would I get him where I wanted him? God, this plan was such a mess...

 

[Bevatoria]

"Me too. Thanks for having me over." she said quickly.

With a smile, I slipped my hand to her waist and under her top slightly to show a bit of her smooth stomach. "Oh, believe me, the pleasure will be all mine." I couldn't steal a glance down her top thanks to how tall she was in her heels, but her ample bosom was still on show thanks to her tank top. "I always try to be polite to a nice lady...." What? I said try to be. My trying just never lasted beyond a few seconds. Or for as long as I needed to get them where they needed to be. But I wouldn't need to be nice here.

"I'm glad that you could patch things up with my brother and everything. That was pretty nice of you."

To invite him? Oh yes. It was. "I figured it was the least I could do." It almost hurt for me to lie that much, but with the practice of many years' deception and trickery, I continued on. "Just wanted to show him how I felt, you know..." Hold the breath, hold the breath. "...no hard feelings, that after tonight, we're all good."

We were getting a few looks, but everyone knew well enough to leave me be unless I acknowledged their presence with more then just a glance, and right now all of my focus was on the sexy Nicole. "Would you like a tour of my house?" I backed away, letting of her only long enough to take her hand, acting as if it were my house, and not my rich, absentee parents.

Anticipating the time where I could act like she was mine.

 

[Brigitte92]

My eyes fixated themselves to Rick's hand, which smoked to my waist and gently moved the bottom fabric of my white top; showing just a bit of my fit stomach and bellybutton. I wasn't self-conscious of my appearance, if anything I was a bit proud of how toned my body was, what with my daily routine of jogging and basic yoga routines. Still...I wasn't comfortable with how easy it was for him to touch me like that, or showing more skin than I was already. Was he really that full of himself?

"Oh, believe me, the pleasure will be all mine."

I smiled back and answered "Is that so? If you don't mind me saying, you're a lot more polite than I imagined you to be."

"I always try to be polite to a nice lady...."

"I'm glad that you could patch things up with my brother and everything. That was pretty nice of you."

"I figured it was the least I could do. Just wanted to show him how I felt, you know...no hard feelings, that after tonight, we're all good."

Was he actually genuine about that? I honestly couldn't tell. Truth be told, I was a little more naive than I'd like to admit, so I had to just assume that Rick was full of it and was just saying this because I was here to keep him company. Anyway, I nodded and smiled again.

"That's big of you Rick. Thank you."

"Would you like a tour of my house?"
"Sure, that would be lovely."

He let go of me for a moment, before (without asking) he simply took my hand and walk with me. I noticed that this grand entrance got a little more quiet, enough that I could hear my heels clicking on the ground once more. From the corner of my eyes, I could see some people watching us. God, I hoped that they didn't think that we were a couple or anything. I had to swallow my pride and keep holding hands with him, interlocking my fingers with his - as if I was okay with this.

Before we left the room, I took one final glance at that interior balcony. I had until 11 PM...

 

[Bevatoria]

Everyone around me knew that we weren't a couple, as I paraded different girls every day like that - hell, some in the same night. But I acted like it was a privilege for her to be on my arm, to be showed around the house and massive estate, showing everything we had even as I showed her off to the people who would be getting to know her tonight. Much more then they knew, and certainly much more then she knew.

Through the kitchens we went, as I commented on the qualify of our chefs, many of whom were hard at work catering the evening without complaint. I showed off much of the fine art my parents had collected, and as loose and free as I was with the rest of my house, everyone knew what would happen to anyone who broke or besmirched anything that needed to stay in place. We stopped in front of my bedroom, and I just smiled at her. "Nothing in there you need to see yet, even if I'm sure you're dying to get in there." A tease, a taunt, and on our way we were.

People were out and about even as I went through the gardens, showing her the elaborate fountain in the center of it. A smirk came onto my face as I let her examine it, imagining a powerful, lustful image of her...as I snuck up behind her, giving her a light slap to her ass. "Come on now, there's more to see." I ran my hand up and down her side again, getting another chance to paw her stomach as I did, barely able to wait for the crowning moment of the evening.

The tour had taken a while, but there was still time to kill as I led her out back. There was a bar there, and a pool which, while open, wasn't seeing a ton of use yet. People tended to wait for me to break the ice, even as I got out an entirely different kind of ice as I turned to her.

"Would you like a drink, Nicole?"

 

[Brigitte92]

As far as tours go, I was incredibly impressed of what we saw. At least, I wasn't expecting to witness actual chefs cooking and preparing all sorts of meals, eager to make the party a complete success - or to see an ample quantity of old, wonderful paintings and artifacts. I couldn't help but pause a bit when it came to that; I was, after all, a huge arts fan and was amazed with this collection that I wouldn't even dream of having. "Just what do his parents do?" I thought to myself curiously, as I was well-off and would never have enough money to maintain the sort of lifestyle they must have. Heck, even if I were to move in with my finance, we wouldn't be half as well off as this. Eventually, Rick carried on with his tour; eagerly stopping in front of his bedroom to say:

"Nothing in there you need to see yet, even if I'm sure you're dying to get in there."

"Oh yes, you have no idea." I said sarcastically with a bit of a chuckle. Well, I could tease back, I guess...

Eventually, we got to what must have been the yard. Well, it was more of a lush, beautiful garden than anything else. In the middle, there was this enormous fountain, bringing a distinct allure to the place. Now, as I mentioned I was a fan of art, so I leaned my body over a bit to get a better look (as I thought I saw some initials inscribed into it) when I felt a light slap to my backside.

What on earth...

"Come on now, there's more to see."

Unable to say anything without making a scene, I swallowed my pride again while a flush of embarrassment ran through my cheeks. I tried to remain as cool as I could as his hand went to my stomach again, leading me to a bar with an open pool nearby.

"Would you like a drink, Nicole?"

Feeling better now, I turned to face him and said "Aren't you a little young to be handing out drinks Rick?" teasingly, before adding "I guess that if it's not too much trouble, I would love a gin and tonic."

What? I didn't drink often and if I could get at least one free drink out of this, then that would be swell. Besides, we had plenty of time before 11 PM and lord knows that I could use something to pass the time.

 

[Bevatoria]

"Aren't you a little young to be handing out drinks Rick?"

"Drinking, maybe." There'd be some folks drinking who probably shouldn't be, but as long as they didn't tell me, I'd look the other way. Besides, I needed myself to be...well, let's say attentive tonight. I poured myself a water as I waited for her to ask me for something.

"I guess that if it's not too much trouble, I would love a gin and tonic."

"Done." Not my thing, but hey if it got her bubbly and thinking less, all the better. There was a lot of time to kill, but I'd already gotten the sense that she wasn't a very social person, and I had no intention of breaking that ice just yet, so as I mixed her drink, I turned to her. "You know, I'm guessing your not much of a party person, are you?"

I smiled and shook my head. "It's nothing to be a shamed of. Truth be told, I wouldn't mind spending some time tonight getting to know you better...and there are few ways better to do that by playing a game or two." I inclined my head as I handed her her drink. "Is there anything in particular you enjoy?"

I went back to the bar, knowing I had a few things stocked in the drawer for this eventuality. And a few other things for a certain...other eventuality.

 

[Brigitte92]

"Done."

"Really?" I asked almost in disbelief as Rick essentially jumped into the bar and started mixing my drink, as if he worked as a bartender and knew exactly what he was doing. It was almost impressive really, and if he wasn't someone who picked on my little brother, I'd probably admire him for it.

"You know, I'm guessing your not much of a party person, are you?"

It took a little bit of courage to admit this but... "Honestly? No, I'm not actually much of a party person at all." I stated truthfully with a bit of a smile "My fiance and I mostly like to keep to ourselves. Personally, I'd rather read a book than go out to a club so..."

He smiled and shook his head, as if he understood me.

"It's nothing to be a shamed of. Truth be told, I wouldn't mind spending some time tonight getting to know you better...and there are few ways better to do that by playing a game or two."

"A game huh?" I repeated, wondering whether this would be the perfect opportunity to actually do what I came here to do. I couldn't imagine the disappointment in my brother's face if nothing happened later tonight. Anyway, Rick finished my drink and handed it over to me within a small glass. I eyed it curiously before taking a quick sip and savored the taste, before admitting "Hey, this is pretty good..."

"Is there anything in particular you enjoy?"

"Well..." I said almost timidly, while holding onto my drink "I'm pretty good at darts..."

 

[Bevatoria]

"I'm pretty good at darts..."

Smoothly, as if I'd planned it all along - even as I wondered how good she really was - I opened another drawer that two cases of darts, placing them on the bar. There was a small, thin cabinet that kept the dart board sealed, which hung on one of the back walls. I opened it, motioning to the darts, and then to her theatrically. The board was in immaculate shape, mostly because we replaced them so frequently.

"Although I don't like playing without anything to wager..." I pawed into my pocket, pulling out some bills. "It doesn't have to be money for you, of course, but if I bid, say, $100 a game...." I smiled at her. "And you can give me something of equal value." I conveniently didn't mention that a hundred buck wasn't much to me, but if she couldn't figure that out. Maybe a drink or two would help that. Or not.

"I could think of something if you want...small stakes, to start." I inclined my head. "You in?"

 

[Brigitte92]

I simply watched as he wordlessly opened up a few drawers, showcasing the dartboard and colored darts to go along with it. "Wow, that's some luck that we have." I said with a chuckle. According to Emily, Rick was someone who planned ahead but this sort of planning would be impossible...no?

"Although I don't like playing without anything to wager...It doesn't have to be money for you, of course, but if I bid, say, $100 a game...and you can give me something of equal value." he said with a smile.

"$100 a game...?" I repeated, my right hand going to my pocket, but I realize that I didn't bring any money with me - I had no idea that I would need it. "Well...I don't have any money..."

"I could think of something if you want...small stakes, to start. You in?"

"I don't know." I said hesitantly, as I had no idea what he would want me to wager for $100. But, I figured that our wagers would have to start somewhere. Who knows, maybe somewhere down the line I could get him to do something embarrassing?"

"Sure, I'm in." I finally answered with a slight grin. "What did you have in mind?"

 

[Bevatoria]

"I don't know." She was hesitant, and rightfully so, given the stakes I'd put up. A guy she barely knew, wanting to play darts with her for money? But I also knew she was vulnerable here, not really sure of proper boundaries, and so I inclined my head.

"It's just a game, Nicole..."

"Sure, I'm in."she smiled, having finally lightened up a bit "What did you have in mind?"

Well, that wouldn't be a good answer to give, so I pondered the question. "Well, I put up some money, so for that...I want you to answer a question from me truthfully. Fair?" It'd be an easy one, of course, but one slightly embarrassing if she won...which she'd probably do, willingly or not. It had been a while since I'd played, but I had money to burn and some other ways to...well, push things along if I needed to.

I motioned to the board. "Ladies first." Plus, I'd get another look at her ass as she swayed.

 

[Brigitte92]

"Well, I put up some money, so for that...I want you to answer a question from me truthfully. Fair?"

That was easy enough. I couldn't imagine anything Rick would ask me to which an answer would be worth $100, so there was absolutely no reason for me to not to go along with this. I grinned, as I answered "That's fair to me." as I finished and put my drink gently on the table.

"Ladies first." he directed me as I picked up a red dart. I walked just a bit ahead of Rick, carefully moving my body as I threw my dart...

"Bullseye!" I said, turning to Rick with a triumphant smile.

 

[Bevatoria]

Well, crap. At least watching her shake had been a nice touch, but now I had a bullseye to match. We'd each get three shots, and I watched her take her last two shots as well. "Well, fiddlesticks." I wasn't even sure of the last time I had heard that word used, but it seemed appropriate given how far behind I was. I strode in as confidently as one could, and took three shots of my own.

Outer ring, inner ring, and...well, at least it was technically on the board. I counted it up quickly, and fuming dramatically when I lost, mostly to make her laugh. "You win, I figure." I counted out the cash, placing it on the table. "We could play again, for different stakes, if you want. If you win, you can take the money...or I'll let you set me up in some embarrassing way for the rest of the evening - like altering my shirt, painting lipstick on my face, putting my buttons in the wrong holes, something like that, and if I win....same thing." I gave her a cockeyed look, pretending to be interested in something else. "I could give you one pigtail, or something like that...not that I'd know how to do it right, but that's the point."

I grinned at her. "Still want to play, hotshot?"

 

[Brigitte92]

"Well, fiddlesticks." he said as I finished my shots. Two bulls-eyes and one inner circle; not bad. I walked behind him and said "no pressure" as I watched him play...

And boy, did I have nothing to worry about! Outer ring, inner ring and outer rings, he walked towards me and admitted defeat by counting his money and looking like he just lost his entire life savings. I laughed at his little act, as he put the cash on the table.

"You win, I figure. We could play again, for different stakes, if you want. If you win, you can take the money...or I'll let you set me up in some embarrassing way for the rest of the evening - like altering my shirt, painting lipstick on my face, putting my buttons in the wrong holes, something like that, and if I win....same thing."

Honestly, I wanted to stop while I was ahead ( I wasn't much of a risk taker) but the thought of embarrassing him by drawing stupid things on his face was just too much to lose. I did, however, pay close attention when he just added in there that if I'd lose, the same thing would apply to me. I mean...I knew already that he was a little handsy. But then...

"I could give you one pigtail, or something like that...not that I'd know how to do it right, but that's the point."

Pigtails? What harm would that be? Seriously, I had nothing to worry about...

"Still want to play, hotshot?" he said with a grin and I couldn't help but smile back.

"Okay, you're on." I said, reaching my hand towards my dart again. Once again, I took my position and aimed...

Inner circle, not too shabby.

 

[Bevatoria]

I was letting her take her time, drawing out our shots. I was enjoying this, ill intent or not, playing this game with her and competing. Even if I knew I was going to win the war, regardless of whether I lost the battle.

She finished her shots, and I went to mine. Bullseye, inner circle and...was that another bullseye? No, just left of it. But it was enough to beat her, and I pumped my first in celebration. "I need another drink. You good?" I was pretending to ignore the fact that I'd won, taking a long swig of my water and pouring more for me as I went back to her with my drink and her request in hand.

"Tell you what. I'll hold that wager and we can play again, and if you win, we wipe it out and you win $200 more from me. But if I win, I get to make three alterations to your outfit...okay?" I wondered if she knew that I hadn't specified on how drastic the alterations would be, even if I planned on giving her a choice about it.

Just not a good one.

 

[Brigitte92]

Bulls-eye...Inner-circle...Inner-circle.

I stood there, mouth agape over how he suddenly beat me at this game of darts (I had gotten one inner circle, one bulls-eyes and one outer-circle). "Were you just pretending to suck earlier?" I said with a laugh...though I wasn't happy of the fact that I had just lost. Still, it's not as if I lost anything major. So what, he was going to play with my hair? I still had plenty of opportunity to ruin him!

"I need another drink. You good?"
"I could use another gin and tonic..."

He came back with my drink in hand, which I enjoyed. Well, until he came up with a new offer.

"Tell you what. I'll hold that wager and we can play again, and if you win, we wipe it out and you win $200 more from me. But if I win, I get to make three alterations to your outfit...okay?"

Three alterations? Well, I couldn't think of anything that he could do that would be so drastic so...

"Okay, but only if I get $200 more from you and I get to mess with your appearance." I said with a grin. I just needed to keep my head in the game and I could walk out of here with $300 and the satisfaction that I embarrassed him and his big ego.

Taking my trusty dart again...I prepared myself as I aimed my darts. "Calm down Nicole...you can do this." I said, as my heart raced... I quickly threw my darts, one after another...

Inner circle...inner circle and bulls-eye.

Suddenly, a wide grin appeared on my face. I might, in fact, have added more sway to my hips as I walked up behind Rick, just to tease him a bit and maybe, maybe cause him to lose concentration.

 

[Bevatoria]

"Okay, but only if I get $200 more from you and I get to mess with your appearance." She smiled at me, and I nodded. What was that money to me? Nothing. Nicole, on the other hand, was clearly nervous, taking her time as she aimed her darts. Either she was taking her time to try to win, or she didn't like how much I was looking down her top as I pretended to look at the board. Either way.

Two inner circles sandwiched around a bullseye. Better then I'd done so far. And so, I paced deliberately, trying to ignore her sexy form strutting around me...and failing, as there was an outer circle shot.

Well, crap. Two bullseyes or nothing. I squinted, trying not to focus on her curvy, appealing body...and failing again. Okay, time to think about what I could do to her if I won. My expression steeled, and I threw with purpose.

Bullseye. And bullseye.

"I win!" I pumped my fist in the air, turning to look at her with a light smile on my face. "Oh, it's just a game, Nicole, don't worry. I won't do anything to you that you won't regret in the morning." It was true. By the time the morning rolled around, one way or another this would be the last thing she was thinking about, as I moved to the bar, pulling out something that gleamed in the light, the metal reflecting as I wielded them.

Snip snip. High quality and durability metal scissors. They could apparently cut through any kind of fabric, and I let her see them before I slowly moved on her, my expression serious. "A bet's a bet, Nicole. Now, tell me...everything that you're wearing right now." I gave her a mock smile. "So I know what kind of alterations to make to your clothes, of course." And not because I wanted to imagine her in her underwear. A strange request given what little I'd seen her in online, but still.

 

[Brigitte92]

I thought that I had it made when Rick got that outer-shot. But then...

Bullseye. And then another bullseye.

"I win!" he said, practically cheering himself as he approached me with a grin on his face. As for me well...disappointment would be a severe understatement for what I was feeling as I sort of just gave up and sat on a nearby chair. Just what alterations he had in mind, I had no idea. He tried to make me feel better, I guess, by saying: "Oh, it's just a game, Nicole, don't worry. I won't do anything to you that you won't regret in the morning."

"What's that? Oh god, please don't cut my hair." I said seriously now, as Rick came out of the bar holding a large pair of scissors; I seriously prayed that he wouldn't be so cruel. I had half a mind to get off my chair and run away.

"A bet's a bet, Nicole. Now, tell me...everything that you're wearing right now."
"What? Why?"
"So I know what kind of alterations to make to your clothes, of course."

"Um...okay." I said, not sure of where he was going with this. I moved my feel forward, showing my black heels, with a strap around each ankle. "My heels...my jean shorts and my white top."

With a look, he practically told me that he wanted to know also what was underneath.

"Are you serious? Okay, I'm wearing a pink bra and pink silk panties. Keep those scissors away from my hair and the cross hanging around my neck, please."

 

[Bevatoria]

"Um...okay. My heels...my jean shorts and my white top."

My smile disappeared for a moment as I looked at her. "I can see that, Nicole."

"Are you serious? Okay, I'm wearing a pink bra and pink silk panties. Keep those scissors away from my hair and the cross hanging around my neck, please."

I looked at her, moving in closer. "I wouldn't dream of cutting your hair, Nicole." Well, cutting it, sure, as long hair was a good thing. Pulling it, grabbing it, twisting it, yanking it...you get the idea. I wanted my woman with handholds to grab onto, to manipulate and shape how I pleased. "Nothing permanent will be done to you." To her, no. To what she was wearing, well...

"You lost the bet, Nicole. But I'll give you a choice. You can either give me your bra, leaving yourself no more exposed then you are now..." I snipped them near her ear, again being careful to not actually cut anything. "...or you can take your chances with this." I smiled. "And as a model, I'm sure I can't do anything to you that you'd find embarrassing...."

Everything I wanted would happen at some point. But she could choose when, and how.

 

[Brigitte92]

"I wouldn't dream of cutting your hair, Nicole."
"Well, that's a relief..." I replied simply as he got closer.
"Nothing permanent will be done to you."

Rick seem to have paused for a moment, standing pretty close to me as I sat down. Looking me over, he continued "You lost the bet, Nicole. But I'll give you a choice. You can either give me your bra, leaving yourself no more exposed then you are now..."

I gasped in panic, as he snipped the scissors near my ear

"...or you can take your chances with this. And as a model, I'm sure I can't do anything to you that you'd find embarrassing...."

I wasn't a fool - I mean, giving him my bra? This was obviously his way to using some scare tactic on me and I was so sure that he was bluffing. Besides, he already said that he wouldn't cut my hair or do anything permanent, so what on earth did I have to worry about? Sticking to my guns, so to speak, I said with a smile:

"I'll just take my chances with the pair of scissors. You said nothing permanent right? And no cutting any hair? What on earth do I have to be worried about?"

...

Maybe I shouldn't have teased him like that though.

 

[Bevatoria]

"I'll just take my chances with the pair of scissors. You said nothing permanent right? And no cutting any hair? What on earth do I have to be worried about?" She said almost defiantly giving me a smile as if she were getting in to the party spirit.

For a model that'd showed practically everything online, it was more then she knew. "Hold still, please." I intended to keep my word, as there was nothing attractive about a girl with her hair cut too short, or at least lopsided. I would've even pull that prank on a girl I didn't like, and I liked Nicole, Just not in a way she knew, or probably even hoped for, and I snipped them one more time. A bit of a showman, plus I liked the sound of them, which I probably wouldn't hear too much once I started on her clothes.

The first target were her shorts. As they were, they barely hugged her rounded, firm ass; a posssibility I ended by snipping off an inch or so from the bottom of each side. They had to match, after all, and I pulled them down to center them, as if I could adjust them how I pleased. Now, her panties were showing just slightly on each hip, and I smirked as I looked at her, pleased with the adjustment. What was hot before now looked slutty.

But my primary focus would be that tank top of hers. I moved in behind her, 'accidentally' brushing a hand over her breasts as I made four cuts in the center. I was creating one V from the top, showing more of her cleavage (with her bra, which was slightly shown off before, now clearly showing), and one from her stomach. Now, there was only a small patch of fabric holding it together in the middle of her chest.

And since the front of her bra was clearly visible, there was no sens in hiding the back, as I cut some material out of the back of her top too. Some from the top and bottom, exposing most of her back (and, again, her bra as well). Pleased with my somewhat ratty work, I went back to her with a smile.

"Drink? Or play again?" The two answers weren't obviously mutually exclusive, and my raised eyebrow indicated we could easily raise the stakes.

 

[Brigitte92]

I stood up and almost flinched in a moment of panic, once Rick got too close to me with that pair of scissors, snipping the air once, just to taunt me. "Hold still, please." he said as I shut my eyes, fearing that he'd go against his word and mess with my hair. "Relax Nicole...he isn't going to do anything, he's just playing with you..." I thought to myself over and over again as he tortured me. My hope that he was bluffing was soon laid to rest when he moved himself near my hips and...oh my god.

"Rick, what you doing?!" I asked, now opening my eyes. I nearly turned to face him, but he kept me in place. He didn't say much and the only thing that I could hear was the pair of scissors cutting through the denim fabric of my shorts pretty easily. My face glowed a bit red in embarrassment, as my gaze swept across our surroundings, hoping that no one was seeing this. By the end of it, the bottom of my shorts no longer seemed to cover the underside of both of my cheeks and with Rick making a final 'adjustment' to it, the top portion was pulled down, making the shorts seem more revealing than my pink panties, which must have been showing now. If his goal was to make me look slutty, then I'd say that he succeeded.

But of course, this sort of paled in comparison to what happened next; namely, he stood behind me and prepared to cut my top. I swear, I could feel his breath on my neck for a moment, while his hand sort of brushed up against my ample orbs. I didn't say anything, but he could probably see how tense I was. By the way that he was done here, there was a generous amount of cleavage showing quite a bit of my pink bra (given the deep V cut he made), my fit stomach was shown and I could feel the gently breeze on my back.

"Drink? Or play again?" he then said, stepping back to admire his work. He looked at me with a mischievous smile, probably enjoying how uncomfortable I looked in this overly revealing outfit. I sat and said "We could do both, but I'd like to drink first and hang out around here, for a while, if you don't mind. The next game that we play probably shouldn't be darts though..."

Okay, I wanted to hang out here because there weren't too many people around the bar yet. So, as my hands tried to adjust my denim shorts - or what remained of it to cover myself up just a little bit more, I contemplated the possibility of getting revenge not only for my brother, but for this little mishap. Maybe I'd get lucky at the next game?

 

[Bevatoria]

"We could do both, but I'd like to drink first and hang out around here, for a while, if you don't mind. The next game that we play probably shouldn't be darts though..." she started, seemingly uncomfortable with her getup. I couldn't possibly figure out why, as she'd posted photos with her wearing little more then a smile (if she ever smiled, as she seemed to have the sultry, seductive look down pat in front of a camera).

I motioned her to a stool as I went for another drink for her. "Gin and Tonic again?" I grinned. "I don't want you to liquor yourself up too much, after all there's still a lot of party to get through..." As I mixed her, I went through the drawers again, once more confirming that a few things I'd need were in one of them, before finding one with playing cards in them. "I know you didn't mention being too much of a card player, but we could do poker or blackjack...neither of those games require too much skill."

I shuffled the cards idly while she responded; despite all appearances, I wasn't a cheat or anything (as much as I wanted to, in this case). This part of the evening was unplanned, as the only important part was that things ended up where they needed to be by the time we ended up on the balcony. She had no idea how much I'd scripted things out.

Just as I had no idea if she'd brought any other backup. Could she be that cunning?

Nah...

 

[Brigitte92]

"Gin and Tonic again?" he said with a grin.
"You know it."
"I don't want you to liquor yourself up too much, after all there's still a lot of party to get through..."
"Don't worry about it." I then replied with my own grin. After this little mishap, I definitely needed some alcohol to soothe my nerves. With great ease, Rick mixed my drink and handed it over. Meanwhile I drank, he seemed to be searching for something in the bar. It didn't take too long before his hand came out of a draw with a deck of cards. Obviously with his current win streak, he couldn't wait to play another game with me. I really needed to win whatever was next - I was supposed to be the one embarrassing him, not the other way around...

"I know you didn't mention being too much of a card player, but we could do poker or blackjack...neither of those games require too much skill."

"Well... I suppose that we should play blackjack then. Poker might take too long." I said, moving my small empty glass away for now. "Wagers yet again?"