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Title: Tigers and Bears, Oh My!
Author: Euryleia Rider
Contact: euryleia_at_hotmail.com
Codes: F/f, D/s, job, humiliation, reluctant
Copyright 2007
Chapter One – The Wager Is Made
“LSU kicks ass!”
Sue stepped off the elevator and grinned at the cheer. She high-fived her fellow Cajun who was waiting for the lift. “Geaux Tigers!” she replied with a grin. The smile stayed on her face as she walked down the hallway to her office.
She loved everything about autumn from the crisp morning air to the changing leaves but especially that Fall brought with it football. Sue loved the game and she adored her alma mater’s football team. She lightly touched the tiger emblem on her door as she passed for good luck. Settling behind her desk, she flipped on her CPU.
She had been jubilant since her team had demolished the opposition during Saturday’s game and she wondered to whom she could brag. Hearing the woman in the next office put her voice mail on speakerphone, Sue wondered how Gwen’s team had done.
Gwen was Sue’s closest rival at the firm. She had gone to UC Berkeley and was a typical California girl. Her sun streaked blonde hair hung past her shoulders and her body was brimming with the vitality of healthy living. In contrast, Sue was born and bred in southern Louisiana on the bayou. She was small and dark, with a bob of dark brown hair that curled into the collar of her blouses.
The two of them were district supervisors and they each headed up a team of insurance adjusters. Raises and bonuses were based on the number of policies written and renewed, the effectiveness of the claims process, the amount actually paid out in claims, and what the customer’s feedback was for each week. It was a numbers game and, as with everything else, Sue hated to lose.
Clicking onto the ESPN website, she checked the final score on the Cal game and saw that the Golden Bears had finally lost. With a glint in her eye, she headed to the next office to gloat.
Gwen looked up at the knock and grimaced. “I don’t have time for this, Sue. It’s ten minutes after 9 o’clock and I’m already an hour behind.”
“Oh, I’ll be quick,” replied Sue as she settled into the visitor’s seat. “I couldn’t help but notice that your team lost this weekend. Sucks to be you, doesn’t it?”
“They’ll bounce back from the loss higher and better.”
“Yeah, they’ve had a lot of practice bouncing, haven’t they?”
“Don’t be a poor winner, Sue. Now don’t you have some work to do?”
“Okay, okay. You’re still feeling the pain from the weekend. I understand.” Standing up, Sue headed back to her office.
Instead of working, she found a series of youtube videos highlighting Louisiana’s best plays and Cal’s botched ones. Sending them to Gwen from an anonymous webmail account, Sue finally turned to double checking the monthly account. The thought of Gwen’s face when she opened them was enough to keep her giggling through lunch.
Coming back from a client meeting, Sue saw the scowl on Gwen’s face and waved. “Having a good day?” she asked.
“It would be better if I wasn’t being harassed.”
“Now, now. Just because your team lost doesn’t mean you should take it out on me.”
“I have an idea. Why don’t we just agree not to talk about football? I mean we are being paid to work.”
Sue laughed. “Where’s the fun in that?”
“You consider sending me these videos fun? It’s juvenile!”
“How do you know that I did it?”
“Because it is just like something you would do.” Gwen shook her head. “I dare you to deny it.”
“Dare me? Why don’t you bet me?”
“What do you mean?”
“How about we put a wager on the upcoming game?”
“Only if the terms include you shutting up about the results, too.”
“I’m only willing to do that for some pretty high stakes. Why don’t we go big? We can bet on which team wins the national championship.”
“LSU is ranked number one in the nation!” Gwen shook her head. “Berkeley is fifth. It doesn’t seem like a fair contest.”
“Then lets not deal with the BCS ranking. Straight up win-loss record to the end of the season.”
Gwen rocked back in her chair. “That is tempting but I don’t think that you can be quiet for that long.”
“We could shorten the time frame.” Sue considered. “Why not just to Thanksgiving?”
After thinking for a minute, Gwen said, “Why not to the weekend before?”
“What? You want to miss those games? Isn’t The Big Game against Stanford that weekend?”
“It is but we haven’t listed the terms of the bet yet.” Gwen kicked off her pumps and propped her feet on the desk. She winked when she caught Sue ogling her legs.
Sue coughed and flushed. “What do you want?”
“I’ve always wanted to do some exploring and the four day Thanksgiving weekend might be the perfect time.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve seen the way you look at me. You want to do more than just look, don’t you?”
Sue’s eyes gleamed. “I’d be dead not to have thought about it. You’re hot!”
“Why haven’t you ever done anything about it?”
“Come on. You know.”
“Say it.”
“We’re both Dommes! We’re both too much in control. There was no way you’d submit to me and I’m certainly not going to submit to you.”
“That’s too bad.”
“Why?”
“Because it makes me hot thinking about it.”
Sue cocked her head in surprise. “What, exactly, do you find hot?”
“You topping me or vise versa. I think that would be a great bet.” Gwen toyed with her diamond necklace. “The loser becomes the other’s slave for the course of the holiday.”
“You’re out of your mind!”
“Not so confident in your team, after all are you?”
“Don’t be daft. LSU is on a roll.” Sue studied her rival. The idea of having her rival under control for a long weekend was making her damp. It was the idea of submission that worried her. She bit her lip.
Gwen was hard pressed to keep the grin off her face. Sue had no idea how well known the lip biting thing was. It was her Tell and Gwen knew then that she had her. “Why don’t you think it over tonight and let me know in the morning.”
In a daze, Sue left her and returned to her own office. She spent much of the rest of the day musing about the sort of things that she would make Gwen do and very aware of the throbbing between her legs. Knowing that she was not going to get much work done, she visited several blogs dedicated to predicting the outcome of the current football season. Before she closed her machine down for the day, she was confident enough to email Gwen that she would take the bet.
Almost instantly, Gwen emailed back an official wager statement. It was formally written and had a place for each signature at the bottom and a place for a witnesses’ signature. Sue swallowed, uncomfortable about bringing anyone else into their game.
She read the terms of the wager:
Following the games of November 17, either Sue Beard or Gwen Falk will be enslaved for the Thanksgiving weekend to the other. Slavery will commence at noon on Thursday, November 22nd and end at midnight on Sunday, November 25th (unless the slave willingly agrees to continue in servitude). Limits will be anything short of permanent marks, long-term injury or death.
Slavery will be conferred on the person whose football team (LSU or Cal) has a better win-loss record for all games leading up to 11/17.
If the teams are tied by win-loss record, the winner will be determined goal differential. That is to say by adding all the points scored by the team subtracted by all the points scored against the team.
Sue printed out the form and with a trembling hand signed it. She inserted it into an interoffice envelope and put it in Gwen’s inbox before heading home.
As soon as Sue arrived home, she made a call to her current sub. Within the hour she had the young woman on her knees, licking her hungry pussy. She kept her there through several climaxes. Finally, as she became too sensitive she pushed Tricia away.
“Go home,” Sue ordered.
“But Mistress…”
“Get out,” she screamed at the unfortunate woman.
Tricia left in tears, not knowing what had so disturbed her Domme.
Sue spent the remainder of the evening pacing the floor. She was furious that no matter the number of orgasms she enjoyed, she was left unsatisfied. She didn’t know what was wrong but knew that somehow it was Gwen’s fault.
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