1 comments/ 55477 views/ 4 favorites Allan & Jane's Bet By: Nerfstar "I'll see your ten and raise you twenty," said Allan. As he spoke he tossed three blue chips from his very short stack into the large pot sitting in the middle of the table. He then leaned back in hardwood kitchen chair. His lanky body made him look very thin, but his friends knew he was in better condition than some of them. He wore his blonde-from-a-box hair short and messy, held that way with gel. His soft face was as flat as he could make it. His light almost transparent blue eyes were staring at his opponent across the circular kitchen table from him. His opponent was the owner of the modest three bedroom house they were in. She had a smirk on her cute oval face, but her hazel eyes didn't carry the humor of her lips. She had that face framed by falling tresses of milk chocolate brown curls that hung to just past her shoulders. "You really think you're going to beat me?" she asked, still with the smirk. She took a glance at the other two women at the table with them. As her eyes came back to Allan she tossed five more blue chips, from her equally short stack, into the pot. "How do you like them apples?" she quoted Matt Damon from 'Good Will Hunting', one of her favorite movies. She reached her right hand up to brush stray strand of hair off her forehead because the air conditioning was blowing almost directly on her. Her left hand went to the back of her neck to scratch and stretch. Having both hands up caused her bit more than a handful sized chest to lift more into Allan's view. His eyes locked onto the front of her sleeveless flower print blouse. "You know that's cheating, Jane?" he grumbled. Jane feigned innocence and smiled. "I'll raise you another ten." His blue eyes became hard now. "Damn! I'm glad I fell out at the beginning," stated the woman to Allan's right. She sat back, brushed her long brown hair off her shoulder and smiled. She may be a brunette, but she acts more like a blonde. Her brown eyes always carry a glint of humor and confusion, unless she was at work. Then she is very much like a stereotypical brunette, smart. "Though it would be nice to have that kind of money, right, Amy?" "Sure would, Becky," answered Amy as her chocolate colored eyes bounced back and forth between the only two still playing. Amy had strawberry blonde hair that barely covered her ears. "I raise you fifteen," stated Jane, dropping two blue and one red chip into the pot. She had already thrown the matching bet into the pot. "Shit! I want to see who won, but I can't see your bet. All I have is ten left." He held the last chip he had in front of him to show everyone. "I have an idea," grinned Jane. "But first, Amy how much is in the pot?" After a quick sort and count Amy gave the amount. "There's three hundred seventy-five dollars in the pot." Becky's eyes opened in surprise, Alan grinned and Jane gave him a mischievous smile. "Allan, I have another fifteen here and you have ten. If we put that in it will make the pot an even four hundred. I don't care that you can't match my side of the pot. All I care about is this hand; I want to see who wins. As a way to make things a little more balanced let's add a side bet. That way it makes things just a bit more interesting." She flashed that smile again. Now everyone was hanging on her words. "First of all we put all the money in the pot. If you win you pay back the part you couldn't cover and you still get to call me on the side bet. If I win I get the full four hundred and to call you on the side bet. Sound fair?" He nodded, "The side bet is that the winner gets to have the loser do one task. This task can be anything; the only stipulation is no sex of any kind. The task must last at least one hour and no longer than three. It can be completed in any state of dress from nudity to formal wear. Finally it must be completed within the next forty-eight hours. Do we have a deal?" She had been leaning forward as she spoke but was now on her forearms on the table and almost out of her seat. "How do I know you won't back out on the bet when I win?" he countered. "Have I ever been known to welch on a bet? Besides we have two witnesses right here," she answered reaching her right hand across the table. "I want it in writing and signed by all four of us on top of the pot before we go any farther," he said taking her hand. He was already thinking of things for her to do. He had always fantasized about seeing her bare chest. They had been friends for ten years and he had watched her develop into her D-cup chest. The first thing that came to mind was to have her come over to his apartment and clean it topless, then the idea of having her be his nude beer maid while he watched the baseball game popped into his head. Jane produced some paper and a pen and then started scribbling the rules of the bet down. "Why do we have to sign it?" asked Becky indicating Amy and her. "You two are witnesses and he wants it covered in case he backs out," goaded Jane. She finished writing the rules then signed it with a flourish before handing it to Amy. Amy quickly signed it and gave the paper to Becky, who read it before signing. She couldn't help it, being a high school English teacher. Finally Allan got the sheet; he too read it before signing it. The bet for this hand of poker is approximately $200 a piece. Also included in the bet is a task to be done by the loser. This task can be no less than 1 hour and no more than 3 hours. Nudity can be called for, but no sex of any kind. The task must be given and done with by 8 pm Sunday. Jane's signature took up most of the rest of the page. Amy and Becky had squeezed their signatures between the text of the bet and Jane's. Allan grunted and signed right along the bottom. "I added the part about a time limit for the winner to give the task. I figured it shouldn't take more than two days to choose a task," supplied Jane as Allan placed the sheet of paper on top of the pot and under his final chip. Jane placed her last chips on it too. "Sorry Jane, I believe I win," said Allan with a wide grin. He flipped over his three face-down cards, revealing a pair of Jacks and the six of clubs. The face-up cards in his hand were the other two Jacks, the five of spades and the Ace of diamonds. In total this hand of seven card stud ended up giving him a four of a kind in Jacks, one of the toughest hands in poker to beat. "Damn!" exclaimed Amy as Becky said, "Nice hand." "Looks like it could beat the king high that I have showing, but first let's see what my hole cards are." Jane's four face-up cards were the king of spades, and the five, seven, and eight of diamonds. Slowly turning over one card she revealed the king of diamonds first, then she turned the second card over to show the king of clubs. Everyone took a deep breath and held it waiting for Jane to turn over the last card. As she turned it over everyone leaned forward. The card landed upright to show it was the last king, the king of hearts. Amy almost fell backward over her overturned chair, that she overturned as she jumped back and stood up in surprise. Becky sat back laughing and pointing at Allan. "She screwed you. She knew she was going to win when she made that bet," bubbled Amy as she joined in the laughing and righted her chair. Jane just sat back, put her hands behind her head and gave Allan a shit-eating grin and a wink. Allan sat staring at Jane's hand like he was in a trance, not even noticing anything around him. "How could I lose? I had a killer hand! How could I lose?" he mumbled to himself as if it were a mantra. Once Amy, Becky and Allan calmed down or snapped back to reality, Jane pulled the pot to her, being very careful with the piece of paper on top. She made sure the slip sat in a place everyone could see, right next to her drink. She carefully stacked the chips while Allan watched in a stupor, still mumbling to himself. The other two started to converse, speculating on what Jane was going to have Allan do. Allan caught snippets of their suggestions, like nude housework and meal server nude or not, but he was not really paying attention, neither was Jane. When Amy and Becky realized this they got up and headed to the kitchen sink about twenty feet away still conversing. Jane continued to meticulously stack the chips and Allan stared, no longer mumbling. A good portion of three minutes passed this way, then Jane finished with the chips. She placed the paper back in the middle of the table. Amy and Becky returned to the table and became quiet. Allan's eyes lifted to meet Jane's. "I'm calling this in right now. It's nearly one in the morning and the temp is still in the eighties. I want you, Allan, to strip to your underwear here then with only car key, driver's license and cell phone you will go out to your car. In your car you will remove your underwear, leaving them here, and go for a drive. At intervals I will call you and have you meet me at certain places. Also, you will lower the top on your car. Don't worry about where you're going to meet me. I'll give you an idea before we part each time," stated Jane, watching his face. Allan's face drained of blood and his eyes became the size of saucer dishes. The other two gasped at the idea the giggled like little school girls. "Don't worry about being caught, it's late and if you end up attracting the cops, I'll pay your fine," said Jane with a smile. She then produced a slip of paper stating what she just said. "I can see only one complication to your plan," answered Allan, finally finding his voice again. "I went commando today." He grinned as all three ladies, having just taken a sip of their drinks, sputtered with surprise. "You what?" asked Amy. "What's going commando?" asked Becky. "All I'm wearing right now is my shirt and denim shorts. My sandals are by the door," he responded, laughing at their surprised faces. "I try to go commando at least once a week, but it could be a problem at work sometimes. It's a great feeling physically and sexually. Physically cause there's no constriction on the package and sexually because women don't realize how close they are to feeling or seeing my member." He ducked with slight embarrassment but also smirked. "Bullshit!" exclaimed Jane, staring hard at Allan. "I don't believe you. I think you're trying to back out on the bet." "Really? You want proof?" He stood and carefully unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts. He then slowly pulled the fly open to just before showing his dick. What they saw was bare skin and no tan line. Jane's jaw was practically on the floor. "How often do you shave?" questioned Becky, her right hand moving to touch him. She stopped and grabbed her drink in an attempt to cover her move. Everyone knew what she had been doing. "I don't shave anymore. I haven't since I was twenty-one. I'm twenty-five now. My girlfriend when I was eighteen, Jaime, dared me to shave my crotch. I loved it, especially the sex. She shaved too. Even after we broke up I continued to shave. Sam, my girlfriend when I was twenty-one bought me for my birthday present a laser hair removal treatment. The only unpleasant thing about that was the prickly stubble for a couple months while the laser killed all the hair. Now I never have to worry about stubble or ingrown hairs," he said enthusiastically. "How smooth is it?" asked Amy. Jane and Becky just stared. Allan could feel the first stirrings of arousal from all the attention on his crotch. "Very smooth," he answered. He was trying to will the erection that was close to growing away. "Can I feel?" asked Becky, leaning forward. She was absentmindedly tweaking her right nipple through her clothes with her left hand. "Yes you all can feel the smoothness." At that he dropped the shorts to the floor, baring his flaccid but hardening dick to the ladies. His attention was on Jane the whole time. He could see the lust in her eyes. He took off his shirt and threw it at Jane, hitting her in the chest. They smirked at each other. Becky was first to touch, by placing her right hand right above his ever hardening dick. He could tell by her expression that she was surprised and very turned on by the smoothness. It was smoother than any other crotch she had touched. "That's smoother than my legs after shaving," commented Becky to Amy. Becky ran her hand up to his bellybutton before removing it from his body. Amy's hand was there to replace it. She slid her fingers around being careful not to touch his now fully hard member. Jane estimated that it stood about six and a half to seven inches long and a little thin. Allan stepped around the table behind Becky so Jane could feel too. She did by rubbing the back of her right hand between dick and navel. "Damn. That is smooth." He grinned, moving back to his chair. "Allan, give Becky your car key. She'll start it up and get everything ready." He sobered up, but complied with the request. He removed the car key from his key ring and handed it to Becky, who ran to the door and out of the house. "Since you decided to go without underwear today, you have to run to your car with out your shorts on." He blanched at that thought and then reluctantly nodded. He was having trouble with the whole idea, but reconciled himself to it to fulfill the bet. Besides it was dark and very few people were going to see him in the nude in his car. To pass the time he looked over the instructions Jane had written. When he reached the last thing she had said there was one more line. What she didn't say was that he was going to have to run around both his and her cars. "What the hell are you trying to pull?" he exclaimed. "What is this last line?" He threw the paper back at Jane. "Oh. I forgot about that. To make sure that you stay bare throughout the entire time I want you to meet us and run around the cars. For that you can have your sandals," she said grinning. This was the make or break point. She was gambling on this point. His expression softened and he nodded. "One stipulation on that point, there can not be a crowd of people near the cars. If there is, we move until there isn't. Agreed?" He stretched his hand across the table and she took it with a nod of her own. As their hands separated Becky reentered. Allan stood grabbed his license and cell phone from his shorts and on his way to the door took the key from Becky. He took a deep breath and let it out as he left the house. By now his dick had softened, making it a little easier to run out to his 2000 Volkswagen Beetle convertible. The top was down and the engine turned over quickly. When he looked up Jane was leaning on the passenger door. "In about fifteen minutes I'll call you to meet us at the movie theater. In the mean time have fun and don't go on the freeway," she said. She stood up and blew him a kiss. After she stepped a way he drove off. He drove straight to the movie theater then started to circle the block it sat on. He continued to drive in a circle, always right so he didn't have to wait at the traffic lights too long. Only once did he think, someone saw how he was dressed or not. Exactly fifteen minutes after he left Jane's house his phone rang. It was Jane and she told him to drive to the back of the parking lot for the theater and after finding her car, park his. He turned into the lot quickly and found her with in a minute of her call. She was slowly driving up and down the lanes. He pulled into a spot that was surrounded by at least five empty spots in any direction. She pulled into a spot over one row and five spots to his right. He was very nervous and very excited. The nervousness and the excitement were actually working together and caused him to grow hard as he ran. He got out of the car and quickly circled his car then darted to her row and the nearest car to hers. After a couple quick breaths he circled her car to see Jane behind the wheel, Amy in the passenger seat, and Becky was in the back seat of Jane's tan 2003 Honda Accord EX. Becky slid across the seat to get close to him as he circled. Jane had her window down and said, as he passed, "When you get back to your car get in and wait for me." He didn't really acknowledge her but did as he was commanded when he got back to his car. He sat there a couple minutes before Jane strolled over to him. "Nice to know you listen. Now listen to this. If I spot you near the end point of any other stop on this trip you will have to take a punishment of another stopping point. Understand?" He nodded swallowing hard. "Good. Our next stop is the Skyline. Know where that is?" "Yeah." "Good, good. You can go now. Just don't be within a block of the Skyline until I call. See you there." She grinned and walked off. He practically floored it heading for the exit to the lot. On the road again he drove straight to the Skyline then turned left at the next intersection. He drove straight for three lights and was getting comfortable until he had to stop at the next light. He was in the inside, left, lane and a maroon SUV pulled up to the light in the outside, right, lane. He panicked and tried to cover himself nothing was at hand so he used his right hand and it really didn't cover much. He also didn't look over, keeping his eyes out his windshield at the light willing it to change. Once it did he accelerated smoothly and quickly as he tried to get away from the SUV. The SUV pulled into his lane behind him and easily paced him. His panicking escalated. To try to lose the SUV he turned off the road at the next right hand street, the SUV followed. He turned a few more times, two lefts and three rights, the SUV stayed with him. As a last ditch effort to loose the SUV he did a U-turn, so did the SUV. Finally in exasperation he turned into a well lit parking lot for a fast food restaurant that was closed. He pulled to the back of the lot and waited. The SUV pulled into a spot two away to his left. That's when he looked at the SUV for the first time. Behind the wheel was a young woman with two tone hair, blonde over black. The back windows were tinted, but he did see a slim hand fly forward then disappear. With a resigned sigh he watched the doors open, at least three that he could see, the driver's, the passenger's, and the rear driver's side. Then he heard all four close. A couple seconds later he was looking at four young women, none of them older than twenty. There was the driver with her two tone hair that barely fell passed her ears, bright blue eyes and heavy make-up. She was dressed in a sparkling pink mini dress that looked garish and pink heels too tall for her. The girl that had gotten out on the driver's side was wearing her purple-black shoulder length hair pulled into two braids right behind her ears, dark eyes, and makeup to pale her out. Her outfit was shades of blacks and reds. It seemed to have no discernable shape and yet accentuated her heavy chest and ample back side. It was helped by her heeled boots that came up to her knees. The two that came from the passenger's side were dressed in mini skirts that looked like rainbows and tube tops. One the true blonde of the group was in a red, almost pink, top while the dark brown haired girl was in a light blue top. Both wore black two inch heels. The blonde also had the strings of her black panties showing above the waist of her skirt. All four of the girls' makeup looked like it had slightly run from sweat and their hair was maybe a little limp. During the chase Allan's anxiety got the best of him and what ever stiffness his dick had disappeared, but looking at these young women who had been the ones chasing him started getting him excited again. Before he turned off the car he looked at the clock and saw to his surprise that only ten minutes had passed since he had left the theater. "Hey, why are you naked?" asked the driver. Her voice was higher than he thought it would be. Allan & Jane's Bet "I lost a bet," he said. He noted that all eyes were on his hardening dick. "Why were you following me?" "We just wanted to know why you were out here driving with out you clothes," said the girl in black. Her voice was like silk. "What was the bet?" asked the blonde. The girls had stayed near the SUV, but the blonde moved towards his beetle as she asked her question. "Four hundred dollars and a task. I had a hand of four jacks and lost to a hand of four kings. So she took the money and sent me to drive around like this," he answered sullenly. "Where's your hair?" asked the brown haired girl. She stepped up the passenger door trying to stay out of the others view. "I got it lasered off." The rest of the girls came up to the car to get a better look. "Really? How was it? My big sister told me about a guy who was hurt when he got that done," said the Goth girl leaning on the windshield lightly. "The only annoying thing was the stubble while I had to wait between treatments. I've never heard of a person getting hurt having laser hair removal," Allan said, turning a little more towards them. He finally understood what Jane was trying to do to him. He didn't care that the girls were looking at his crotch and not his face; he was getting off on the thought that they wanted him. "I'm Allan." "Krista," said the blonde. "Rachel," said the Goth. "Anna," the brunette said. "Natalie," from the driver. "Can you stand up?" "Yeah." He got out of the car and walked to the passenger side, stopping near the back tire. His eyes watching the girls watch his bouncing dick. Teasingly he asked, "Which side do you like more?" He turned around and flexed his ass then turned back to face them and thrust his hips forward. "The front," came the unanimous answer. "Allan, can I touch you?" asked Anna. "Do I get something? You've all gotten to see me totally, but I get nothing. If you can all agree on something that I will accept then I'll let you all touch me." He grinned as they put their heads together. All he heard was a buzz of whispering and it went on for a good minute. They turned back to him and Natalie said, "How about all of us topless? We pull our top away to show our tits, but they don't have to come off." He seemed to ponder it for a moment then said, "Not enough." He wanted to see how far he could push these teens. They stared at him in disbelief then huddled up again. This time they broke in less time and Anna spoke up, "Tops all the way off and I'll show you my bush." He shook his head then counter-offered, "Tops off and all show bush for a count of five to touch and stroke." Again they stared in disbelief. Anna grinned and they turned back to the huddled. He could tell that Krista was the one that they were all trying to sell this to. Her blonde head kept shaking no. Finally they broke and Krista still looked reluctant. Natalie offered, "Tops off, three bushes for a count of five and Anna has offered to allow you to touch her tits and pussy." "Which other bushes do I get, besides Anna?" "Mine and Rachel's," said Natalie. "Done." He nodded and extended his hand. Natalie took it. The deal was done. "Now lose the tops." Natalie opened the driver's door of the SUV, pulled her dress up and off baring her chest and pink panties to her friends and him. Rachel pulled her dress off too and tossed it into the SUV then she removed her black bra, leaving her in the black with red heart panties. Krista was still reluctant but did pull her top off. She was still wearing her strapless bra. Anna pulled her top off to show everyone that she wasn't wearing a bra then she pushed her skirt to the ground, making her naked and showing the little triangle of brown hair. Everyone was surprised that Anna dressed that way then they turned back to Krista. After a moment of scrutiny from everyone she finally took the bra off. The bra had to be padded, because none of them could see the barbell through her left nipple. "Next the bush, please." "You've already got mine," quipped Anna. He grinned and looked at Natalie and Rachel. They looked at each other and shrugged before pushing their panties down. Rachel dropped hers to her feet and Natalie pushed them to her knees. His eyes jumped from Natalie's light colored landing strip to Rachel's brown mess. "Damn girl, you ever tidied that up?" asked Anna. "What? No. I'm afraid that I could hurt myself," answered Rachel. "Someday I'm going to get what he had, but in the meantime I do it manually. I could do it for you. You know, since we're friends," suggested Anna. Rachel very slowly nodded. Natalie, it seemed, had counted and pulled her panties back up after a slow count to ten. Rachel just stepped out of her panties toward Allan. She picked them up by bending at the waist and tossing them into the SUV. "Rachel, are you taking lessons from Anna?" asked Krista. She was now covering her chest with her crossed arms. "No, Krista, I'm not. They were on the ground. I wasn't going to let them touch my most private part after that," snapped Rachel. "Krista, you may touch me, but not stroke," said Allan, bringing the ladies attention back to him. She moved forward and reached a hand out to touch him while her other arm covered her chest. "Stop," he commanded and she froze. "If you don't show your chest you can't touch." She looked at him in fear. "Your friends will make sure nothing bad happens, just lower your arm. I'm not even going to touch you. I'm just going to look," he said reassuringly. "Have you had sex?" She shook her head. "Have you ever been a room with a man and one of you was naked?" She blushed and gave a quick nod. "Who? You or Him?" "Him." Her face was beet red, but, from the reassuring feelings he was projecting through his movements and words, she felt comfortable and lowered her arm. Besides she wanted to feel the hairless thing in front of her more than she was modest. He grinned and nodded. She took the nod as her leave to touch him. Her hand rested on top of his hard dick and he twitched it. She literally jumped in surprise and backed away. He laughed lightly and she gave him a giggle in return. She went to the SUV and climbed into the seat Rachel had when they pulled in. "Next," she whispered. She didn't cover up until they all did. Rachel walked up to Allan and grabbed his dick. She grabbed a little hard causing Allan to wince. "Please a little more gentle." "Sorry. Never held one before." She lightened her grip and started stroking. After ten strokes he stopped her. She pouted a little, but he said, "I can't let you have all the fun. What about your friends?" Her pout deepened, but she did step back to lean against the SUV next to Krista. Anna pushed Natalie to him. "You certainly longer than my last boyfriend. I think you would make me cum hard with the way you would fill me up," Natalie said. He looked at her face, which was covered in an evil lust filled grin, then looked at the others. The other three girls had shock written over their faces. He figured they weren't used to hearing this kind of talk from Natalie. She took hold of him gently and used her thumb to rub the underside of his dick just below the hole. This surprised him. Not only because it wasn't what he was expecting her to do, but also because it got him real close to cumming in only a few seconds. He didn't want it to stop, but at the same time knew he had to. As calmly as he possibly could, he took her hand away from his member and said, "That was intense, but I can't have you getting me off. That's not fair to Anna. If you make me cum then she doesn't get to touch my hard dick." His voice was strained. She grinned again and nodded. She walked to be next to the driver's seat, pulled her panties off and climbed into the seat, facing him and spreading her legs. She had a strip of hair that was the width of her pussy and was about an inch long. Anna walked to him, grabbed his right hand and kissed each fingertip. Once she kissed all five she took that hand and placed it on her right tit. That's when he took over and squeezed. She moaned and put her hands lightly on his chest. She ran her fingertips over his chest and to his other hand. She repeated what she just did with the kisses and placing his hand on her chest. He squeezed both tits at that point. Her hands went back to his chest and lightly felt his body. They teased his nipples and slowly moved over his stomach. Each finger teased his bellybutton before moving over the hairless groin and slowly onto the hard thing that she would love to feel inside her. Her hands circled his dick and slowly slid up. As she started to stroke him, his hands moved off her tits to her stomach. He had been squeezing the fleshy globes and pinching her nipples. He didn't play with her navel as she did, but he did run his hands through her pubic hair. She shifted and widened her stance to allow him to touch her pussy. He took his left hand away from her crotch and returned it to her chest while his right touched her moist swollen lips. This brought a groan of pleasure form her. Next he pushed one finger between the lips but not into her. This brought a deeper groan from her. As he was about to push into her his phone rang. "Shit," he said. "What the fuck?" came from two voices near the SUV, plus a startled squeak. A deep guttural moan escaped from Anna as Allan pulled away and went to the passenger door to grab the phone. As he flipped it open, Anna moved to take his dick into her hand again. He waved her off and focused on the phone. With a disgruntled snort she went to the SUV, pulled Krista from her perch, sat down and pulled Rachel's face into her crotch. Rachel fought for a second, but Anna tweaked one of Rachel's nipples. That caused Rachel to lean in and start eating Anna. "Hello, Jane," he said into the phone while watching the girls. "Hey, Loser, we're at The Skyline. You can come over now," stated Jane with way too much humor in her voice for his liking. "OK. I'll be there in a few minutes," he said. He was hoping that Anna's moans wouldn't be picked up by the phone. Anna had been getting louder as the conversation went on. Most of the sound was contained in the vehicle, but he was standing right in front of the opening. "Allan, what was that sound?" "Nothing," he said quickly. He was thinking, "Shit, she heard." He turned to face his car and said, "I'll be there soon." Then he snapped the phone closed and tossed it into the seat and turned back to the girls. "I have to leave, ladies, but I will give you one final thing." Anna allowed Rachel to stop and all four looked at him. He then stroked himself quick and hard, the way he does when he jacks off just before going on a date. After the fifth stroke he shot. He shot almost to the SUV three thick ropes of come. As he shot, he leaned against the door behind him. Once he stopped the girls applauded. He reached into the glove box without looking and pulled a napkin out. He wiped himself off then offered the soiled paper to the girls, no one wanted it. He threw it to the corner of the lot, went around the car and got in. "Maybe we'll see each other again," he called as he backed up. "You all have fun tonight." His final word was almost drowned out by the sound of his squealing tires. He drove like a bat out of hell the ten blocks to the strip club. When he pulled into the parking lot he found Jane had taken a spot that was about two hundred feet from the building. He drove past and honked. He took a spot closer to the back of the lot and expected her to move. He waited a couple minutes then called her. "Are you going to move?" "No. There's no one around. Just do it." Then his phone was silent. He closed it hopped out of the car, ran around it, and then used the other cars in the lot to duck behind as he made his way to Jane's car. He got there and rounded the car, starting with the driver's side back door and he went counter-clockwise. When he got around the car and to Jane's window she said, "We need to talk again. Wait in your car." He nodded and trotted off to his car. On the way he almost ran into a black haired beauty that he thought was a dancer at the club. She had been leaning into the driver's window of CRX. "Sorry," he mumbled. He tried to continue on, but was stopped when he saw who was in the car. "Ryan? What are you doing here?" The woman had moved to allow the two to talk. "Hey, Allan. I manage the place sometimes," said Ryan. When he said 'place he pointed at the club. "I haven't seen you in what six, eight months? Whatcha been up to? Why are you like that?" "It's been six months since Jane, Amy, Becky and I hung with you and the others. Most of the time has been work, but every other Friday for the last three months we've gotten together to play poker. That's how I ended up like this. Jane beat me with four kings." He was trying to cover his crotch, which had grown again with the thought of someone catching him in the parking lot nude. He was trying to cover it more from the woman than Ryan, since Ryan had already seen the thing at the party just after Ryan quit working at PCCD. Ryan just laughed, so did the woman. "Allan, do you remember Jenny?" asked Ryan, indicating the woman Allan ran into. Allan looked directly at her now and started to recognize the eyes and lips. He nodded and said, "Yeah, but the last time I saw her she didn't have black hair." "That's a wig," she said, "I wear when I'm working. I'm known as Raven inside." That's when he looked at her body. She was wearing a black leather dress that hung to the tops of her platform heeled boots. It was hanging on one shoulder only with slits up to her hips to show a lot of skin and very tall boot. "Cool," Allan said relaxing and dropping his hands to his sides. That's when they heard a crunch of gravel on the asphalt. He ducked down and tried covering as much as possible. The footsteps continued right toward them. "Damn," he mumbled to himself. The couple watched him with huge smiles. He peeked over the hood of the car next to Ryan's to see Jane come around it. "Allan, why aren't you in your car?" said the brunette. She quietly took in the dancer and the tall man in the small car. Allan stood back up and answered, "I accidentally ran into Ryan and Raven. You remember Ryan, Jane?" At first she seemed perplexed then the light bulb came on. "You mean the man behind the wild scavenger hunt you told me about?" "Yep. Jane this is Ryan, my former coworker. Ryan this is Jane, my best friend since seventh grade." As Allan made the introductions he waved from one to the other. "And this tall dancer is Raven." Jane approached and shook both their hands. "Allan, what were you doing between the theater and here?" asked Jane, turning to him again. Her voice and face both were very stern. The other two looked on expectantly. Allan shuffled his feet and said, "Uh, I was driving around." "Where were you when I called you?" "Watching one young woman eat out another," he answered honestly. He grinned as Jane showed her shock. "They chased me for a few minutes then we talked. They touched me and I touched one of them, but I got to see fours sets of young breasts." Jane's jaw had fallen to the ground and the other two were all grins. "Why did you stop? You could have been hurt!" raged Jane after taking a moment to collect herself. Jane glared at him. If looks could kill then hers would have maimed. "I was safe. I waited until I saw who was in the SUV before shutting my car off. If it had been something I couldn't handle then I would have peeled out of there," he said nonchalantly. Ryan gave him a thumbs-up. "Ok. Just be careful and don't lie to me again," she snapped. She spun on her heel and stormed off. After about a half dozen steps she came back. "The next place we are going to meet is in front of your work." She again stormed off. Halfway to her car she yelled back, "You had better get a move on." "I forgot how easy it was to anger her," said Allan in way of an apology. "Nice to see you again, Ryan, Jenny." Allan quickly made his way to his car and started toward PCCD. Most of the drive between The Skyline and PCCD was residential areas. He could have probably driven to the business in his sleep; he'd been driving to it for almost six years. As he drove down a main thoroughfare he again had to stop at a traffic light. This time there were no other vehicles going the same way as he was going, but there was a motorcycle turning left to head in the same direction. At first he took no notice of it other than it was a white rice rocket and the rider was a woman dressed in white. When she turned onto his street he caught the wink of tan skin near her ass and this intrigued him. He sped to catch her, but not like the girls did to him. What he saw when he got close enough was a shapely woman in white leather jacket and white leather chaps. He was able to see that this woman had nothing covering her ass. Her ass had no tan lines on it either. He was unable to see what color her hair was because of the white helmet covering her head. She was in the outside lane and he had pulled into the inside lane of the road as they pulled to a stop at another traffic light. Even from the side he couldn't tell what kind of thing she was wearing. All the watching he had been doing on this woman and letting his imagination run wild had caused his dick to stand proudly between his legs. Just as the light changed for them to go she looked over. The face shield was dark so he couldn't even see her eyes, but he had no doubt that she had just seen everything. They drove together for another three blocks, one or the other would lead for a little, but they never tried to get away from each other. He really wanted to know who this woman was and he thought that she may have wanted to know who the nude man was and why he was that way. At the third block they had to stop again. They were in the same lanes as before. The woman in white turned her upper body to face him and unzipped the jacket that she had zipped up to her neck. After unzipping it all the way she took it off and threw it into the passenger seat of the VW. Under the jacket was nothing, but skin. She had a nice chest with at least b's and her nipples were sticking out close to half an inch. His face showed his awe and lust filled his eyes. He dropped back and pulled behind her, letting her direct their path. She did, right to a dim parking lot and into the darkest corner. He quickly parked while his eyes were glued to the woman. After she shut down the bike, she got off it, all while facing away from him. She turned to face him as he got out of his car. His eyes roved over her body and found that she had been sitting on the bike without anything between her and the seat. The white chaps looked like a pair of pants that had been cut up. They started in the front just below her belly button and stopped a couple inches above her bare, hairless crotch. It closed around her legs a few inches below it and was very tight to her legs. It was like a belt in the back right over her lower back and exposed all but the top of her ass crack. She stepped up to him and stroked him with her right hand. Her left hand took her helmet off. She tossed the helmet into the car as she kissed him hard. Her short strawberry blonde hair fell to frame her face and tickle his. She pulled back to look into his eyes. She had vibrant blue eyes that were filled with lust. Her full lips were pulled into a hot smile under her small upturned nose. She pushed him back to lie on the hood of his VW. She then climbed up the hood and onto his dick. She started bouncing on him, but he could tell she was uncomfortable. To help he pulled her down on top of him, encircling her in his arms, and turned them around. After she was under him and lying on the hood, he let her go and started pounding into her. Only then did she start to make noise. She grunted and moaned with every stroke. Allan & Jane's Bet He was enjoying the sensations of her pussy milking his cock. His hands went to her tits and started kneading them. He could tell she was getting close to cumming when her grunts started to become higher pitched. She pulled her legs up and used them and her hands to push him away. He was a little confused, but understood when she stood up, turned around and bent over. He stepped behind her and slipped back into her easily. Their hips were about the same height with the small heel in her boots. He grabbed her hips and started pounding into her, going deep. Her grunts and moans picked up where they left off if not higher. She was pushing back to drive him as deep as possible. As they both approached the edge, he felt her hand on her pussy and clit and every so often teasing him with a squeeze or fingernail graze over his balls. A few strokes after her second squeeze she came. Her hand was a blur, if he had been able to see it. She screamed out as she got off. Her body convulsed like she was having a seizure and that worried him. Not enough to stop fucking her though. He started pushing deep into her with each stroke after she came and with four more strokes he was about to cum. He pulled out and she collapsed onto the hood. She turned over and pulled him to her by his cock. She sat forward and took him into her mouth, deep throating him. That was just too much for him. It seemed to him that he shot more this time than when he was with the four girls. She swallowed it all. There was one small dribble that fell to her chest after she sat back. As she sat back his legs became weak. Actually they had become weak while he was cumming, but she had been helping him stand. Now that she wasn't he practically fell to the ground. Before he fell, she realized how wasted he was and pulled him onto the hood next to her. After he was settled, she cleaned the cum off her chest with a finger that she licked clean. She stood up on slightly wobbly legs of her own and went to the passenger side of his car. There she grabbed the jacket and pulled it on, not zipping it, then grabbed the helmet. She walked over to him, kissed him on the lips and touched his cock. With a smile she pulled the helmet on, zipped up the jacket and walked back to her bike. She turned the bike around and slowly, almost sensuously, lifted her right leg straight up to put her foot above her head, giving him one last look at her freshly fucked pussy, before placing her foot on the other side of the bike. Once she was settled she turned it on and drove away, pulling a wheelie for most of the parking lot. Only then did he hear his phone. As quickly as he could, which wasn't that fast, he got into the driver's seat and grabbed the phone. It was Jane. "Hello," he mumbled. "Where the fuck have you been?" she yelled. He held the phone at arms length and still could here her. "I've been calling you for the last ten minutes. You were supposed to fucking answer the first time I called not now. I was scared that I was going to have to go to the police station to bail your ass out. Where the hell are you?" When she finished, he pulled the phone back and said, "I've been occupied. I needed to use the toilet. I found a port-a-potty to use. Now calm down. I'll be there in two minutes." "Oh. Sorry for yelling. See you soon." She hung up. He closed the phone and started the car. He floored it out of the lot and drove close to eighty all the way to PCCD. With squealing tires he pulled into the lot. There were two car there parked with one spot between them. One was Jane's Civic and the other was Ryan's CRX. He didn't know what that was about. As he pulled in everyone got out of the cars, three women in the Civic and another woman and a man in the CRX. The man seemed to be adjusting his crotch as he stood. He pulled into the spot right between the cars as indicated by everyone. Amy and Becky were leaning back on the passenger's side of the Civic, Jane came to lean on his door, Ryan and Raven/Jenny stayed near his car. "Hi," Allan and Jane said in unison. They all laughed. "Allan, I think you have done this task admirably. I have a reward for you," Jane said as everyone calmed down. "I was just fulfilling my end of the bet," said Allan. He started twitching and finally said, "We'll continue this in a moment. First I need to take a leak. Please move." She did as asked with vague concern etched into her face. He climbed out without opening the door and ran into the bushes near by, taking care not to touch any. After he was hidden from view, he let go and 'pissed like a race horse'. He was gone from them for close to five minutes when Ryan came back to check on him. "Allan, are you all right?" Ryan asked as he approached. Allan had quit pissing after two minutes back there. He was now fretting over the lie he had told Jane. "Ryan, why are you here?" "To check on you." "Not that, Why are you here at PCCD with Jane and the girls?" "Oh that, I was intrigued by what you were going through. It seemed a little like the hunt. And this time you were doing it cause you lost, instead of getting paid," Ryan said with a laugh. "Yeah, that's true. I'm alright, just worried about something." Allan was now looking at the ground. "What's up?" Ryan was now getting concerned for his former coworker and good acquaintance. Allan told him about the girls that he met before going to The Skyline and about the woman in white after The Skyline, everything including the lie. "Don't tell Jane about the woman in white and forget about the lie. Things will go smoothly," advised Ryan after hearing all. He grinned then steered Allan out of the bushes. They came out to gasps for the women. While Allan told his story, his body reacted to it by giving him a hard-on. The women gasped because they weren't expecting to see that. "Hey, Jane, what's this man's reward?" call the clothed man as they approached. "Allan has to get back in his car before he gets his reward." They all looked at Allan and waited. He slowly walked over and climbed in the way he had climbed out. Jane returned to the door, but did not lean on it this time, after he was settled. "Allan, your reward is this." She crossed her arms over her stomach, grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and off. She tossed it to Amy, while everyone took in her pink demi-cup bra. She was smiling at Allan as is he were the only one there. Her hands went to her back and unhooked her bra. It sprang away from her chest a little, then she helped it off by pulling the back to the front and down her arms. Allan's eyes were glued to her C cup chest and the dark nipples that he had dreamed about when he was a teenager, but never saw until this night. She tossed the bra to Amy then cupped her tits in her hands and lifted them. He assumed that was the end, but he was wrong. She laid her tits back against her ribs gently and moved her hands to the fly of her denim capris. She undid her jeans and slowly pushed them to the ground. Still her focus was on Allan. She was wearing a matching pair of panties to the bra that she had been wearing. The only person that could tell whether they were a thong or not was Becky, who was standing right behind Jane, but she wasn't going to tell. Jane kicked out of the pants, squatted down, picked up the pants and passed them to Amy. Standing up she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and pushed them down, again squatting when they passed her knees. She was leaning forward a little blocking Allan's view of her body. She stood up quickly and he ignored everything around him. His eyes were glued to her body, mainly her chest and the small triangle right above the most perfect pussy he had ever seen. While she was stripping Ryan had been leaning on the passenger door of the VW watching her. Raven had squatted down and pulled his hard cock out and was sucking on it. Amy had taken all Jane's clothes and placed them in the back seat of the Civic. Becky had been watching and unconsciously playing with her chest. While Ryan was leaning on the door he noticed something in the seat. He picked it up as Jane walked around the car to get into that seat. It was a business card with a woman's name on it. Realizing what it was, he slipped it into his car through the driver's window. Raven didn't miss a beat with him moving around and had him cumming into her mouth as Jane sat down and closed the door. She leaned forward and grabbed something from the floor near the door. When she came up she showed Allan his house key. "If you had looked a little harder, you wouldn't have needed to do all this. But then where would you be? At home without me? Probably. Take me to your home. I'm really horny and want you to fuck me." "You did this to get into bed with me?" She nodded. "All you had to do was ask me to go to bed with you. I've wanted to for the last five years." "Oh well. I just wanted to see how far you were willing to go to keep me as your friend," she said with a shrug. "Now, let's go fuck until we pass out." He nodded and started the car. As he backed out he called to them, "See you all later." Jane said, "Take care of my car. Nice to meet you Ryan." With that he sped to his house and carried her into the house and to his bed. They stayed in there, with the exceptions of using the bathroom and grabbing a bite, until Sunday evening. He drove her home, both still nude. When they got to her house he finally dressed, he dressed in the clothes he had been wearing the night of the bet. The next day an envelope with a business card and a small note ended up on his desk. The note was from Ryan: Hope you had fun. I think this is from the woman in white. Enjoy life. Ryan.