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Tennis Bet 4
By Tennis Guy
After I put on a borrowed pair of pantyhose, I asked if either Pam or Sue
knew where my clothes were from yesterday.
"I think I saw Amy take them home with her. She said she was going to wash
them for you."
"Gee, that was awfully nice, but I don't have any clothes to wear, unless
one of you can run over to my apartment and get me some."
"Look Scott, you're already wearing my panties and pantyhose, you might as
well go ahead and borrow something of mine," Sue said. "I've got a dress
that you might find comfortable."
"Don't you have some sweat pants or something like that I could wear?"
"Yes, I do. But no, you can't wear them. I'll let you wear what I want you
to wear. It's either this dress or nothing!"
I took the light blue sundress and slipped it on, again feeling completely
ridiculous. I went out and sat down and watched TV. None of us were in the
mood to do much of anything - we all sorta had hangovers from last night.
Pam eventually went back to bed, and Sue had to go in to her office for a
little while. I just stayed off of my feet and watched TV. Amy called and
checked in - she wanted to make sure I was wearing my heels per our little
wager. I told her I was, and she said if I was caught not wearing them
during the period of our bet, then I would lose! After I got off of the
phone with her, I got up to go look again at the "contract" she drew up for
our wager. I was beginning to think that maybe I would just go ahead and
forfeit, so I looked at the paper. According to the agreement, I had to
wear a pair of high heels for 2 full days to get used to them, and then for
a 3rd full day to prove I could handle them. If I took them off during the
day during that period, I lost. If I made it to the 3rd day, but
demonstrated that I was still clumsy with them on, I lost. If I made it to
the 3rd day, but complained how much they bothered me, I lost. However, if
I could make it through without any real problems, then I would win.
According to the bet, the loser had to serve as the winners "maid" for the
whole next month. That meant that the loser had to come over to the winners
apartment each Saturday for the next month (which included 5 Saturdays!),
and dressed in the "appropriate attire" (which consisted of 'a French Maid's
costume' purchased by the loser, fishnet stockings, and high heels at least
5 inches high), and they had to clean the apartment; clean the bathroom;
wash, dry, fold, and put away all the laundry; prepare and serve all meals
of the day; and serve every other want and need of the winner. I truly was
looking forward to seeing Amy in that outfit, and I could already think of a
few "wants" and "needs" that I would have her do! No way was I going to
forfeit or lose this bet. Today was Saturday, and so I would be okay today
and tomorrow with the bet. I was worried about Monday however. How was I
going to attempt the bet on Monday? Sue had said that I should just wear
the pantyhose and heels to work with my regular clothes and just be honest
and tell people it's about a bet. I was thinking maybe I could just call in
sick, or I could go in later today or tomorrow since no one is around and
pick up some of my files and I'd tell my boss I was working at home waiting
for a repairperson to show up. At least I had a day or 2 to figure it out.
Sue got home later and I was still sitting on the couch watching TV. She
came in and sat down and said she wanted to watch some basketball.
"It's not basketball season," I told her.
"Yes it is - there is a WNBA game on. Let's watch that."
"I'm sorry, but the WNBA is not basketball," I said.
"It's my damn TV, and that's what we're watching. Besides, what do you mean
it's not basketball?"
"Those girls are awful! They are slow, they can't dribble - it's awful.
It's not basketball."
"How can you say that?"
"I'm sorry, but there are some sports that men are simply superior."
Sue asked, "Well, I guess you showed us yesterday that tennis certainly
isn't one of those sports that men are superior!"
"Whatever - Serena and Venus could probably beat a bunch of the guys on the
tennis courts, but basketball is different. I'm sorry, but that's the
facts. No woman can hold her own against a man in basketball," I said
definitively.
"I wish you would put your money where your mouth is," Sue taunted.
"Anytime, anywhere. Just let me know when you want your lesson!"
"Anytime - great, I'm free right now! Let's go down to the court in the
parking lot and let you show me."
"Fine! Let me get changed into some sweat clothes and let's go!"
Pam came out and caught the tail end of our conversation. "Scott - if you
take off those heels, you lose your bet with Amy, and I don't think that's
such a good idea."
"Well, I can't go out there and play like this! That's not fair!"
Sue said, "Well, I'll put on a pair of heels to make it more fair. Come on,
big girl - you said anytime, anywhere - let's go!"
"But, I'm still not used to these heels - I'm likely to break my ankle and
then I definitely would lose the bet with Amy! I'll never be able to guard
you in these heels," I begged.
"Fine - instead of playing one-on-one, why don't we play a game of HORSE.
You should be able to handle that."
I agreed that I could do that, so Sue went to go get a pair of heels to
wear.
Pam asked, "Am I missing something? Is this another bet or something?"
Sue came back in and said, "We can make it one. Scott, if you win, I'll
talk to Amy and get her to let you out of the bet - you've already suffered
enough. But if you lose, we've got to get you some panties and some more
pantyhose of your own, because I'm tired of your wearing mine."
I could get out of my bet with Amy if I won! "You're on!"
We went down to the courts, and began to warm up. "It's a lot different
playing in heels," Sue said. "I'm suddenly taller, and it's hard to jump."
I agreed. I quickly realized that I would have to be very careful if I
tried a jumpshot because of the heels - I didn't want to risk an injury that
would hinder my chances of winning my bet with Amy.
Pam suggested, "Why not play PANTY instead of HORSE - because that's got 5
letters and that's what you're playing for, isn't it?"
I looked at her sarcastically and said, "Yeah - or we could play DILDO -
because that's got 5 letters too!"
Pam and Sue stopped in their tracks. Pam asked, "Is that what you want to
play for Scott? You want to play for a dildo? This could be interesting!"
"No I don't want to play for a dildo! I was just being stupid! Let's just
play PANTY or whatever and get on with it! Ladies first!"
Sue looked at me and asked, "Well, does that mean me or you?" She laughed
and took the ball, shot, and missed. Pam passed me the rebound, and I
slowly walked up directly in front of the basket and shot from about 2 feet
away and made it. Sue missed.
"Okay Sue, that's a P for you," Pam said.
I took the ball again and moved back just a few more feet and shot - again I
made it. Sue again missed. She now had PA. I took the ball to the foul
line shot, and made it. "I'm on fire!" I exclaimed! "This is easier than I
thought!" Sue shot, and again missed.
"Sue, you now have PAN - only 2 more and Scott wins." I got cocky and
stepped back to the 3-point line, shot, and again made it. "I'm out of this
world!"
"Gee Scott - I think those heels make you a better player," Sue said. She
took the ball, went back, and when she shot, I just laughed because I knew
she had shot it too hard. I stopped laughing when it hit the backboard,
bounced around, and dropped in.
"Great shot, Sue," Pam congratulated, and then passed me the ball. I tried
another 3-pointer, but missed. Sue took the ball, and walked back to the
foul line, and shot and made it. I shot and made the same shot.
"Looks like this is turning out to be a real shoot out," I said.
Sue looked at me, looked at my heels, and I saw a sparkle in her eye. She
took the ball, and backed up, and then began dribbling, and ran in and made
a lay up. "That's not fair," I said.
"Not fair? Why not? I'm wearing heels too! Now take the shot."
I tried, but I missed - I stumbled a little just before I shot.
"Scott's got a P! Scott's got a P!" Pam cried out.
Without giving a full detailed play-by-play, Sue and I ended up with both of
us having P-A-N-T. The next person to get a letter would be the loser. Sue
took the ball outside of the 3-point line, dribbled and ran up to the foul
line for a jumper - swish. "Let's see if you can do that, big girl," she
said to me.
I took the ball, and looked at the goal. I knew I had to make this - I
would then be free from the bet. I also reckoned that even if I lost, it's
not like I had to do anything different - I just would have to pay for my
own panties and some more pantyhose. So, I started up, got to the foul line
and tried the jumper. I came down and landed a little awkward, and the heel
on my right shoe broke off, and I tumbled to the ground. Sue and Pam were
laughing at me on the ground and were checking with me to see if I was hurt,
which I fortunately wasn't.
"Well, you missed - so I guess we need to go buy you some more pantyhose and
some panties - plus a new pair of heels since you broke this one," Sue said.
"What? I've got to buy another pair?"
"Only if you don't want to lose the bet to Amy," Pam said. "I'll go get my
car keys - I'll drive us."
I could not believe my misfortune. There we were - Pam and Sue laughing all
the way to the shoe store as they called Amy on the cell phone to let her
know about the new turn of events. Fortunately, there were no cars out
front of the shoe store - only a couple on the side that might have been the
employees. We went in, and found the same 2 clerks from the day before.
They looked in shock to see me in my light-blue sundress, and started
laughing at me - they couldn't believe I was dressed like that in public.
Sue told them that we needed another pair of heels.
"Well, you're in luck. Today we're having a 'Buy one pair at full price,
get the second pair for $5.00' sale."
"Thanks, but no thanks. I only need one pair," I told them.
We went back and found another pair exactly like the ones I was wearing.
They decided that I should try them on because "every shoe is different."
While I was trying them on, Pam came walking up with a pair of heels with a
heel of what appeared to be at least 6 inches! "Scott, these are in your
size. You ought to get these too in case you lose the bet with Amy. I
think that bet says the heel has to be at least 5 inches, and those you're
buying aren't that high."
"Yeah, well thanks - but I'm not going to lose the bet with Amy."
"Well," Sue added, "if you do, it will cost you a lot more then than it
would now. These shoes regularly sell for $40.00, but if you buy them with
the other heels you're buying how, it will only cost you $5.00 more."
"Scott, I think you should do it, just in case. $35.00 is a lot of money
you could save. What's $5.00 more, even if you never have to wear them?"
Pam added.
I had to agree. I tried them on, and I could not believe the difference in
how much more difficult these were to walk in. But for $5.00, I had to get
them. Besides, they really were kinda cute.
We got up to the checkout counter, and Sue reminded me that I needed to buy
some more pantyhose or stockings, according to the bet I had just lost.
I've lost so many bets I can hardly keep them straight!
"Well, how many do you think I need?"
"We bought 2 yesterday, and you've already ruined both of those. I see you
got a run in the pair of mine that you borrowed from me this morning when
you feel. That's 3 pairs of hose in 24 hours, and you've got 2 more days of
this. Unless you want to come here again and buy some more, I'd say you
need at least 6 pairs. 8 would probably be safe."
"Fine, whatever. But you pick them out," I told Sue. I went up the counter
where the clerk asked me if I had my "Hosiery" card from yesterday. I
looked in my wallet, and I did have it - I forgot that they gave me one
anyway. I handed it to them, and they called out to Sue who was still
picking out my hose, "He's already got 2 stamps - if you buy 10 more pairs,
he'll get another pair free."
Sue looked, "Great! That way we'll definitely have enough!" I just rolled
my eyes. She brought all the packages up, and I paid and we left.
I noticed that Pam was not heading back in the direction. "Where are you
going?" I asked.
"We've still got to get you some panties," Pam reminded me.
Terror came over me as I realized that she was heading towards the mall!
"I'm sorry, but I'm not going to go into the mall to buy some panties!
Especially not dressed like this!"
"Scott, don't worry about it," Sue said. "If you want to stay in the car,
Pam and I will go in and buy them for you. You don't have to try those on
anyway." I was so relieved. We got there, and Pam found a parking spot
right at the front. Good for them, bad for me as people would be walking
right by me in the car and would be able to see that I was a guy wearing a
dress.
"Oh well," I thought to myself. "It could be worse."
The girls went in, and to pass the time, I grabbed my bag from the shoe
store. I pulled out all of the hose packages and noticed a bright
assortment of colors that Sue had picked out. She didn't have just the
regular black and white, but also pink, blue, and purple. She also had a
pair of black fishnet stockings. "Smart," I thought. "Just in case I do
lose that bet, then I've at least already got a pair." The girls weren't'
gone too long, and came back and handed me the bag. "I hope they work for
you Scott."
I looked in the bag and found what looked like 8 pairs of panties. "Why the
hell did you buy so many?"
"Well, Scott, they had a great sell. If you didn't want us to buy them, you
should have gone in there and got them yourself!" Pam said.
I began pulling them out, and saw nothing but thongs and g-strings. "Jeez -
you couldn't buy me anything that would cover my butt?"
"No we couldn't - we wouldn't want your pantyline showing, now would we?"
We got back uneventfully. I decided I needed to shower before I put on my
new underwear, and I was reminded I had better go ahead and shave my legs
again so that I would have nice, smooth legs. This bet has got to be over
soon.
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