The Bet Chapter 2 (m/f cons light bond) She walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Her breasts swayed as she walked, and moved slightly inside the halter, and she could feel the tight panty brushing up against her. She liked the feel of the cool leather on her skin, pressing snug against her breasts. "Now I know what the attraction to leather is!" she thought to herself. Opening the refrigerator, she found the bottle of wine she and Chris had bought the previous weekend and placed it on the counter. She opened the silverware drawer and pulled out the wine opener. The bottle opened with a satisfying "pop". She got a glass down from the cabinet and began pouring the wine when she saw Chris's handwriting on the bottle. "Drink me to here" it said, and it indicated almost half of the bottle. "Getting me drunk to take advantage of me, he is!" she said out loud. "He better be very good to me tonight" she thought, and continued pouring. Measuring the bottle against the glass she had poured, she realized it was about two good sized glasses, more than she usually had, and certainly enough to loosen a few inhibitions. Georgetta returned the wine bottle to the refrigerator and then picked up the wine glass and walked back into the bedroom. She picked up the novel Chris had sent and walked back out into the living room to her favorite chair. She carefully arranged herself onto the sofa cushion and took her first drink of wine. Setting the glass down on the end table, and noting the red lipstick she had left on the glass, she opened the book to the bookmark Chris had left, and began to read. It was one of her favorite romance writers. This author wrote wonderfully romantic happy stories, but sprinkled liberal amounts of sexual activities and adventures throughout. The usual "man- meets-girl-and-falls-in-love, man and girl both meet others and fool around, and then man and girl manage to save their love" type story. This section Chris had her start at quickly got into the "fooling-around" scenes, and she read attentively as one bedroom encounter led to another and yet another, as the hero and heroine made one romantic adventure after another. After several very good chapters, she realized that she had finished the first glass of wine. She set the book aside and stood up from the chair. She walked carefully into the kitchen and retrieved the bottle from the refrigerator. She felt incredibly sexy dressed in this motorcycle slut outfit, and let her hands wander momentarily over her breasts and down her body before returning to her breasts. A brief caress or two and she could feel her nipples hardening beneath the leather halter, and she let out a small gasp as the sensations swept through her. "I may need to convince Chris to let me keep this outfit after tonight!" she thought to herself. "Shouldn't be too hard to do that", the thought continued, and she smiled. She poured the wine into her glass, noticing that she had almost passed the marking on the bottle that she was supposed to drink. The glass was full as she returned the bottle to the refrigerator and then walked back into the living room and the novel. As she sat into the chair, the skirt rode well up her thighs, showing much of the skin above the tops of the stockings. She could feel the leather panty snuggle up against her clitoris, and knew that at least part of Chris's plans were beginning to work. She was just a little buzzed, definitely feeling the effects of the glasses of wine she was consuming. She was also getting a little aroused. She picked up the novel and was quickly caught up in the lovemaking described in the book. The chapter he had marked began: Donna walked out of the hotel room, slamming the door in disgust. She had just caught her lover, Vernon, in bed with her best friend and almost maid-of-honor, of all people. True, it had been her maid-of-honor in her almost marriage to David, and that was last year before the wedding had been called off and then she had started seeing Vernon, but still the irony of it all astounded her. She walked down the hallway of the hotel, her heels loudly clicking against the polished wooden floors of the hotel. This was her favorite Philadelphia hotel, the Ritz Carlton, and she loved the incredible luxury and opulence of the hotel. Usually, she loved it, she thought. Now her blood was racing and her thoughts raced through her head. She punched the button to the elevator and stood there, staring back up the corridor at the hotel room where Vernon and Kendra were, probably picking out the ice cubes from the bed sheets. Donna giggled as she remembered their reactions. She had walked into the room, having learned from Vernon's secretary that he had made plans to spend the night at the hotel. She had bribed the turn-down maid to let her into his room, and had snuck through the living room of his suite, intending to surprise him in the bedroom. However, when she opened the door to the room, she had found them there, Vernon's head and shoulders buried between the legs of Kendra. Kendra had just let out a long moan when she opened her eyes to see Donna staring there. Furious, Donna strode to the dresser and grabbed the ice bucket sitting there. She turned and flung the contents on the entwined couple, soaking the two of them and the bed with the ice water and cubes. The bottle hit Vernon in the ass. "You son-of-a-bitch!" she had screamed at Vernon. "And you, you back-stabbing little slut!" she had screamed at Kendra. "You two deserve each other", she had screamed at them, as they shrieked back at her from the cold ice water. She had then turned and stormed out of the room. The elevator doors opened and she got in. She saw the door to the hotel suite open and Vernon come stumbling out as the doors to the elevator shut. She pushed the button for the Parking Garage Level 3 and leaned back in against the walls of the car. Although she was trying to fight it, she felt the first tears come as the car made its way from the top floor of the hotel down to the lower level parking garage. The doors opened and she ran out from the car. She was openly crying now and certainly didn't want to be seen in this condition. As she rounded the corner of the garage to where she had parked her Beamer, she fumbled in her purse, pulling out the keys and finding the key fob. She peered at the remote opener through her watery eyes and pushed the "Unlock" button. Her Beamer beeped once and flashed its lights, opening the doors for her. As she approached the car she heard the steps behind her. A large body came up from behind, grabbing her around the waist and clamping a hand over her mouth. She was lifted off her feet and moved to the back of her car. The hand on her waist moved and grabbed her wrist, finding the remote opener and pushed a button, popping the trunk open. She tried to scream and twist against her assailant, but was shoved brutally into the trunk and closed in when the unknown attacker slammed it shut on her. She heard the front door open, and then moments later the engine roared to life. She was flung about in the trunk as the Beamer was backed out of the parking spot and pulled away up the parking garage ramps. She hit her head on something and blacked out. Georgetta paused in her reading to take another sip of wine. She loved trashy novels, and the kidnapping theme was a common one. "Is Chris going to abduct me tonight" she wondered to herself. "He better not try to shove me in a trunk!" she thought with a smile. Georgetta set the wine glass down, readjusted her skirt, which kept insisting on riding up, and resumed reading.