Emily & Ellen's Bet Ch. 10

This is a re-write of Emily & Ellen's Bet, originally posted in April of 2011. The effort is part of re-writing the entire continuous story arc of Ellen's Bet > Roberta's Bet > Dani's Bet > Emily's Bet > Ellen & David's Bet > Emily & Ellen's Bet. I re-wrote these stories for two reasons. First, I wanted to clean up some sloppiness in the writing. Second, I wanted to take the six stories, only two of which were planned to any degree at the beginning of Ellen's Bet with the others conceived and added later, and create better internal consistencies, and plot and character consistency, between them. At this point I think a reader could look at these stories as one tale comprising a six-part novel. Emily and Ellen: Emily & Ellen's Bet - Chapter Ten Emily Ian and I exchanged a look. I wasn't certain he was entirely enthusiastic about receiving a public blowjob, but I knew he'd go along just so I couldn't be accused of welching on my bet. Standing next to Ian, Sebastian looked truly crestfallen. The bulge in his trousers indicated that his cock must have risen steadily as my unlikely run proceeded. Now that my fortunes, and his, had been reversed I supposed the lump in his trousers would quickly deflate. "So how 'bout you get yourself naked there, Ms. Suit," Martina directed. I held up my hand to her, indicating I knew quite well what I had to do and didn't need any direction from her. I kicked off my heels. I wiggled my jeans down my bare legs and over my bare feet, pulled my top over my head . I shucked off my bra and dropped my panties. All of it took about fifteen seconds. Why make a big bashful deal out of it? Shit. Getting naked in this bar was becoming second nature. As I took off each piece of clothing I tossed it onto the pool table. When all my duds were scattered on top of the green felt, I obediently started walking in the direction in which Martina had her flat hand pointed. Between Martina, Ian, Sebastian, and the rest about fifteen of us headed toward the bar's back door. I was in front so I'm sure everyone was enjoying the wiggle I know my bottom has to it. I pushed through the door. If I'd expected or hoped for darkness I was disappointed. I couldn't remember having been out here before, but between a sodium vapor light atop a pole about twenty feet away and an extra bright security light directly above the door I might as well have been making my Broadway debut. In a moment the group was out the door and had formed a rough semi-circle. Then Ian was right in front of me and that's about the only moment I hesitated. This was not going to be easy, and I had a passing wish that my run of luck had ended with success. It was not comfortable being this naked: not just wearing nothing but my skin but separated from my clothes as well. I'd remain just as naked as I was until my task was done and I was allowed to go back inside and reclaim them. "So, ah, sorry you didn't bring your knee pads," Martina said. I wasn't looking at her, but the smirk on her face was clearly evident in the sound of her voice. "How 'bout you get down there and show us what kinda hummer a downtown suit can give out." Well, shit. There was nothing else to do so I sank down. Nothing too painful or gross feeling was under my knees, thank heavens, just the rough and damp texture of the asphalt pavement. I took a quick look up at Ian, who had a strange half-smile on his face I couldn't quite interpret. I supposed this experience was almost as embarrassing for him as for me, and I felt a sharp pang of regret at having dragged him along. Anyway, the front of his pants was now in front of me and he was providing no help. I reached up and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the top of his pants and unzipped his fly. Still no help. So I had to, with a little difficulty, tug his pants down a bit and then fish in his boxer fly for his cock. My doubts about how arousing he might find this situation were quickly answered. I don't know what about this set of circumstances was so stimulating to him -- I thought I'd have to ask him about that in the near future -- but his cock was like a bar of steel. I really couldn't pull it out through the fly of his boxers as I might have had it been less rigid, so I pushed the material around his cock. I had to come up on my knees so I could get my mouth over the top. To my surprise I actually found myself getting more than a little turned on. Ian's cock in my mouth is a surefire way to get my motor running. I love its perfect length and girth: not too obnoxiously great in either dimension. His excitement was clearly conveyed to me by the heat I felt with my tongue and his unyielding hardness. The immense humiliation I felt from having not a stitch on in front of these men and women, on my knees and sucking a cock for their viewing pleasure, receded to a background irritation. As I began to move my mouth on Ian's cock I heard him groan. I took the base of his cock in my hand and tongued and sucked on the front of his hard shaft, like I might do on a hot day with a popsicle. When his hands took hold of the back of my head I felt another increase in my excitement. I've quickly come to relish that touch: the guidance it gives me, and the subservient position it puts me in, willing to move in the way my lover tells me will most please him. My arousal was now to such a frenzied point that I almost reached down to begin rubbing my clit, but I caught myself. That was a show that wasn't on the program tonight. So I channeled my energies into pleasuring Ian with greater and greater abandon. Sometimes I would hold his cock at its base in one hand while I sucked, and sometimes I'd pump with that hand at the same time. Other times I would remove my hand and take Ian as deeply into my mouth as I could. As I'd learned the night of my lost bet to Ian and the other three, Ian's cock could fit almost entirely into my mouth. It was a good fit, but now in my extremely stimulated state I decided to take my oral ministrations to a new level. I moved my lips as far down his shaft as I could, trying to deep throat him. My lips ended up near the bottom of his cock. With an extra effort I had my mouth to the absolute root of his cock and it was pushing into my throat. I knew this was a sensation Ian had not experienced before. Well, at least not from me: we'd not exchanged sexual histories to any real degree at this point in our nascent relationship. I quickly discovered it was something that drives Ian wild. For a moment I had to back off to take a deep breath, but then I was back at it: Ian's cock seated deep into my mouth. I held it there for many seconds, moving my head just enough to let his cock head play at the entrance to my throat. Ian's hands pushed at the back of my head, encouraging me, but with still the presence to know I needed to breathe from time to time. Strangely, I didn't hear much in the way of comments, derisive or otherwise. Even Martina was silent as our live oral sex show proceeded. However, by now I wasn't aware of much beyond my own arousal, Ian's response to my oral attentions, and Martina's repeated snapping of her gum. I couldn't decide if that trait of hers was endearing or annoying, but supposed this was no time to try and figure it out. At one point I was aware of the door opening and someone stepping out, likely Ricky the owner. Then there was a little soft conversation, and Martina's voice saying, "No, don't worry about it." Then I was again lost in a world in which I knew only Ian's cock. I don't have a clue how long I'd been pleasuring Ian, but finally his frenzied noises made clear to me and our little audience that his orgasm was near. "Hey, don't forget she needs a loada that limey spunk on her face to pay off her bet," Martina's voice interjected. Snap, snap, snap. Almost immediately Ian's cock began to spasm and I knew that face full of limey spunk was on its way. Ian pulled his cock from deep in my mouth, and his first spurt ending up on the inside and the rest coating my lips. Knowing my obligation I closed my eyes, tilted my face back a little, and then squirt after squirt of Ian's cum landed on my face. When he'd finally subsided I ran a finger over each eye, so that I could open them comfortably. Still everyone around us was mostly silent. What do you say when you've just had the honor of watching a naked woman deep throat a man and take a face full of cum to pay off a bet? I doubt there's any established etiquette. Finally there was a little half-hearted clapping and the group began to break up. I wasn't sure what to do with the cum that covered my features. I really had nothing to wipe it off with, and trying to do so with my hands would just make a bigger mess. The obvious solution was to head for the Ladies and I stepped to the back door of the bar and gave it a tug. It didn't move. In my surprise I gave the solid metal door a couple of hard whacks to let Ricky know someone was out here who needed in. "Oh, yeah," Martina said, a bit of hesitancy in her voice, "ah, Ricky stepped out a little while ago and said he had to close up. You know. License laws." I whirled around. "What!" I nearly shouted. "You stupid cow! You let him?" "Hey, no need to get personal," Martina said. Snap. "Nothin' I could do about it." I made my voice as calm as possible. "You could have gotten my clothes." "Oh, yeah, well we were kinda busy watching the show and I didn't wanna miss nothin'," Martina said, the common sense and reasonableness of this explanation obvious at least to her. "Rick said he'd keep everything behind the bar so you can pick 'em up tomorrow. Boy, is your face ever gonna be red. Well, you know, I mean tomorrow after you get all the cum off it and you gotta go see Rick. I think he was impressed a hotsy-totsy suit like you could get a dick so far in her mouth," she ended with a little snigger and a snap, snap. "Yeah, thanks," I said, trying to let as much bitterness sound as possible. Ian had tucked himself away at this point, although obviously his cock hadn't abated much and must have been a bit of a nuisance getting back into his pants. I tugged him by his elbow and said, "C'mon, let's get outta here." Martina and Sebastian were now deep in conversation, probably exchanging cell numbers. Naked me and my face full of cum were forgotten and everyone else had quickly drifted off. I led Ian around the side of the building and out to the sidewalk. No one was around for the moment except for one couple: all that remained of my spectators. They were walking slowly off in the direction opposite the route to my apartment building. I could see she was all over him. I supposed that watching my performance on Ian was a turn-on for her, and I suspected he would find her mouth all over his cock as soon as they were inside whatever door they were making for. Just as I turned away, though, I saw her pull him by his elbow, just as I'd given Ian a tug, into an alleyway. 'Have fun,' I thought, wondering if my show would be on either of their minds in the next few minutes, or if they'd be engaged in their own fantasies. "I can give you my shirt," Ian said as we began in earnest to walk the block to my building. It was a warm night and we'd both gone out with little on. The air was just beginning to take on a little bit of a chill, causing my nipples to jump to attention. "Nah, fuck it," I said. "Thanks, but I got myself into this. It's just a short way." "Well, here. This should help anyway," Ian said. He'd pulled his handkerchief from his back pocket and was holding it out to me. I almost refused even that simple aid, but then giggled and said, "Yeah, OK. Thanks." I dabbed at my face with the cloth getting most of the mess off my features. I tossed the handkerchief in a trash can just as we turned the corner of the block, my building just ahead . I'd been expecting during the whole walk to hear a rude comment at any moment, and had readied a shorthand, 'I lost a fuckin' bet' explanation, but surprisingly we saw no one at all and a few more steps brought us to the front door of the building. I thanked my lucky stars our relationship had progressed so quickly that Ian had a set of my keys in his pants pocket: mine were sitting under the bar a block away. In fact, we'd already begun to dance around the subject of moving in. Anyway, we'd at least be able to get back into the building and my apartment without having to call Allie, disturb her and get her to bring her keys; not to mention stand around naked on the sidewalk for the entertainment of passersby while we waited. Truthfully, I wasn't even sure I knew Allie's cell number off the top of my head. It certainly wasn't on Ian's speed dial. Anyway, I'd never considered that our exchanging keys would pay off in quite this way. The front of the lobby has a lot of glass. We'd not looked in as we made our entrance. All the glass was disconcerting, but I at least felt a little more secure and inconspicuous on the inside. Getting into the elevator would provide even more cover. I looked up toward that goal and my eyes met those of the last person I wanted to see at this moment in my life. Speak of the Devil.... "Well, shit, you sure do like runnin' around bare assed, now don't ya?" I hadn't seen Marcy since our encounter a few weeks ago. I couldn't imagine worse luck than running into her now. Then a secondary shock braced me when I saw what she was wearing. Cubbies regalia! That fucking bitch is a Cubs fan? No way. How could so vile, loathsome a creature be a Cubs fan too? Given the depth and passion of my feelings for the Cubs, the idea made me wonder what could be wrong with me that I could share any enthusiasm with so despicable a creature. Marcy was with the same guy she'd been with the night she'd caught me naked in the elevator. The humiliations and indignities she'd subjected me to that night ran through my mind, color rising in my face and shame suffusing my mind. I remembered that this was the same guy Martina had mentioned seeing her with, she with some sort of power over him, on the way to their 'play place'. Then I remembered what Martina had told my about Marcy's part-time occupational activities. I wasn't sure if this was the right time to use my knowledge against her. She seemed to be relatively subdued tonight. Perhaps the fact that, while I was naked, I was not alone had something to do with her tamed demeanor. "Just shut up," I said. Ian and I approached the elevator on our way toward the first floor to take the stairs. I was sure Ian was cluing into the idea that this was the woman I'd had my encounter with the night of the strip poker game and pizza adventure. "Shit! You smell like you just took a bath in a tub a cum," Marcy observed. "Just shut up," I repeated. "Hey, don't get me goin'," Marcy said, but without much force behind the threat. "I'm in a bad enough mood already. The Cubbies lost to the Pirates tonight, four to three. We just came from Wrigley." My passion for the Cubs was such that I slowed in my progress toward the door to the first floor, and I almost began to engage her about the game: who'd taken the loss, how the Bucs had beaten them, all the details. I caught myself and said, "Just shut the fuck up." I didn't want to get into anything with her even with Ian present, so I left off any unnecessary nominatives like 'bitch', 'cunt', 'twat', or any of a half a dozen others that came immediately to mind. I especially stayed away from 'whore.' I was going to save that one for a more opportune moment. I sensed she was exercising similar restraint in the name-calling department. The elevator dinged and the doors rumbled open. I gave Ian a tug by his elbow again and led him to the doors that opened into the first floor. I realized I didn't even know which apartment Marcy lived in, and I hoped she wouldn't be in the hall on the fifth floor when Ian and I got to the landing. My story done, I became aware of my surroundings again: the hum of conversation in the bar, a sliver of sunlight that had somehow found its way through the maze of office towers and now slanted in through the front window and glinted off shiny surfaces at the bar. The waitress had been by while I'd told my story. We were both just finishing our second drinks. The waitress began her approach again. Ellen 'Poor Emily,' I thought. Lately it seemed she just couldn't catch a break. Her story had been interesting: two drinks in length. I waved off the approaching waitress. We left cash on the table and rose to leave. I was planning to take the next two days off, so Emily would be manning the office by herself on Thursday and Friday. The office couldn't be in better hands. Then Emily was going to take next week for a little personal trip. She was going to her sister Dani's graduation from a small liberal arts college in the South. She just finished her undergraduate degree in some science area. Dani was to begin her graduate studies next fall. In addition to Emily and the girls' parents, their Aunt Roberta and Uncle Patrick would be attending the ceremony. Emily and Dani were then going to spend a few days with their aunt and uncle in Baton Rouge. "So, what are you going to do with the next few days?" Emily asked as we stood on the sidewalk in front of the bar in that streaming sunlight. "You mean other than collapse? Sleep late?" I answered. "Actually, I don't know yet. I took the girls out of school for tomorrow and Friday, and David took those days off too. We'll go see some things. Probably Shedd Aquarium, Lincoln Park Zoo, Adler Planetarium, the Art Institute, the Museum of Science and Industry. You know, the usual. I don't really know yet. Each of the girls gets to pick the destination for a day." "Wow, great idea," Emily said. "Remember to save Sunday to put your feet up." "I will," I assured her. "I hope Dani's graduation is great," I said enthusiastically, shifting to Emily's coming week off. "I know it will be. I'm so proud of her," Emily said, a wide smile on her face. "I'm really looking forward to spending some time at Roberta and Patrick's. It's been years since Dani and I were there at the same time. You know she sent me an email back in April and told me about that bet she had with those two guys?" I nodded my head. She'd related the story of Dani's incredible adventure to me. Ian may have heard about it, but I'd not had occasion to pass it on to David. "Well, it turns out she never told Roberta anything about it," Emily said. "I guess she was afraid Roberta would be pissed. Anyway, Dani tells me she's gonna to tell Roberta the whole story while we're there. Should be interesting." "Well, say hello to Roberta and Patrick for me. Give them my best, and Roberta my love," I said. "We're on for dinner at your place the Saturday night after you get back?" Emily nodded her head. We wished each other well until we met again, exchanged a hug and kisses on the cheek, and then she was off down the street toward the El station. * * * * My four day weekend with the girls and David went by in a flash, every moment precious. Apparently the girls had put their heads together, no doubt with Christina's leadership, and decided to give mom and dad a surprising few days. I'd been expecting them to choose the usual round of parks, zoos, and aquariums. Imagine our surprise when Thursday morning our oldest, Christina, ten (well, ten and five sixths) told us at breakfast she wanted us to visit the National Vietnam Veterans' Art Museum. We spent the afternoon viewing and experiencing art, from the somber and painful to the joyous and uplifting, all created only by veterans of the Vietnam War. Then on Friday our second daughter, Katy, almost eight and a half, had us off to the Frank Lloyd Wright Home and Studio, with its impressive Great Room and typifying the work of Wright's early prairie style. On Saturday Lara, who would turn seven in August, sent us all off to Millennium Park with its endless parks and gardens, the day ending with an outdoor concert. Monday brought a stark contrast. With Emily gone the next week dragged by. Even the executives up in the suites couldn't manage to screw things up enough that week to keep life interesting. Finally, Emily was back to work. It was actually on Tuesday, the first of June, her week off ending on Memorial Day weekend. It was good to see her. Our short absence from each other, not quite two weeks in length, had brought home to me what a big part of my life Emily has become. The intimacies we'd shared the night we'd lost our card game to David and Ian come back to my mind on a regular basis. They invariably produce a thrill in my viscera and a warm little shock of pleasure from 'down there'. Finally discovering our common interest in erotic wagering had brought a deeper dimension and sharing to our relationship. * * * * The following Saturday night, June 5th, David and I knocked at Emily's door. Ian opened it and ushered us in. We made sounds of greeting and chit-chat for a few minutes. Emily asked about wine or beer. I was in the mood for wine. She had a good bottle of bordeaux on hand, and I was soon sipping with pleasure. She, Ian, and David enjoyed Guinnesses. I asked Emily about her visit to Roberta and Patrick's. She'd been putting me off all week, promising to answer all my questions when we all got together for our dinner date. She shared many details of a lovely visit. Then a thought struck me. "So, did Dani tell Roberta about her bet?" Emily set her beer down and got the wildest, evilest look on her face. "Yeah, and she was right: Roberta was pissed as hell she'd taken that kind of risk. But she came around and finally saw that there was a happy ending and it all worked out all right. Really, I don't think Roberta even believed the story at first, but then Dani got to the end and put a disc in her laptop. Roberta became a believer in a hurry. She was just amazed. It was the first time I'd seen the video. Holy shit was it hilarious! I absolutely busted a gut laughing!" "What's all this about?" David asked. "You didn't tell him?" Emily asked. "Didn't know that I could tell the story very well third-hand," I said, shrugging my shoulders. David shook his head. "Sounds interesting," he said in an encouraging way. "Well, wait until you hear this," Emily said to David. Ian and I were both happy to listen to the story again. "OK. On Dani's campus it seems there are these two date rape sluts, real scumbags who've just never gone quite far enough to get busted. Well, a few months ago Dani...." She proceeded to tell the amazing tale of Dani's bet, while we sipped our wine and beers. We all had some comments about the experience, and some laughs at Ed and Mac's expense. My only regret was the Emily didn't have the video for me to watch. As our laughter settled down Emily got a sheepish look on her face. "Hey listen guys," she began, "I know we were supposed to have dinner here tonight but...well...you know we kinda slept late, and then got busy with this and that." As she said this she made a circle with the thumb and forefinger of one hand and moved the middle finger of the other hand back and forth through it a few times. She blushed and shrugged her shoulders. "Well. Sorry. An unplanned nap ensued that lasted most of the afternoon. You know, plenty of time for hide-the-salami, but no time left for the kitchen." "That's OK," I said. "Any place good to go out around here?" "Pizza, lasagna, Italian?" she asked. "Oh, you said the magic word," David said. "Lasagna." "Well, let's go," said Ian. A few minutes later, the four of us were on the sidewalk. Emily and I were in front, Ian and David behind us. I said nonchalantly to Emily, "So, what do you want to do when we get back from dinner?" Just to see if she had any ideas ripening. She gave me a sly look out of the corner of her eye. "Well, I don't know," she said in return. "Cubbies are playing tonight. They're on the road in Houston," she said. "Hey, it's Saturday night. Everybody's playing. The Sox've got the Indians at Cellular," I said. "And they've got my man Jake Peavy going tonight against some rookie. I'll just bet they're gonna put up a W tonight." "Well, I've got Ryan Dempster on the mound. The Astros have Oswalt, and he's three and seven," Emily said, giving me a little poke. She took a little pause. "So my Cubbies win tonight and your Sox lose, you and David do it on the couch when we get back?" "Oh, this is so on, Girl," I said. "When you and Ian are butt naked and boinking for our amusement you're gonna to regret this moment." 2446 1.24/512345