The Wager

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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Consensual, Reluctant, Slavery, Spanking, Rough, Interracial, Black Male, White Male, White Female, Oriental Male, Hispanic Female, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Squirting, Nudism, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: A wager over a pool game is made between two college students, amongst a group of friends. The spoiled selfish arrogant bitch of the group named Melissa loses that wager and has to become the slave of the winner, during their entire cabin-getaway weekend. Now everyone gets a chance to see Melissa put in her place, for all those times she had been such a bitch.

Author's Note

Hello everyone. It's been a long time since I last wrote and submitted a story. I want to thank all my fans out there for having enjoyed read many of my stories. It is because of my fans that I am writing once more, or else there would be no other reason for me to write.

Now as for why I am having this author's note is because I want to address certain topics, to you who would be reading this. One topic is about the theme of my story. The other, is about my stories in general.

As I have fans out there, I must also acknowledge that there are those whom I have angered in the past, especially about some stories that I have written. I just want to say that I am apologizing to those whom I have angered, since it was not my intention to anger anyone out there and that I was completely misunderstood and that I want to clarify any misunderstanding, for now and the future, which I have never done so before, when I wrote previous stories.

For those of you who were angry with me, because of some stories that I have written, I just want to say that my stories are purely fictional and not to be taken seriously. I write for fun, about any topic including ones that are provocative, but not for provocation's sake. If you haven't notice yet, I do have a vivid imagination and like to exercise my creativity. After all, we live in a democracy and are guaranteed the right to freedom of expression.

I just want to clarify all these factors: I have no hatred towards anyone or any group of people. I am not trying to promote anything. I have no agenda whatsoever. My stories are purely fictional and should not be taken seriously (since there have been readers that have taken them way too seriously).

Now I know in the past I have written "dark and hardcore" fiction, which can be extremely disturbing and provocative, but that was only because I failed to clarify at that time that I am highly influenced by American horror writers like Bentley Little or Stephen Kings or Dean Koontz. If anything, I have been told by book publishers that I should go into real writing, as my fiction is far darker than theirs.

But I don't write my fiction for money. I write my fiction for fun because I enjoy it.

Now if you want to know what kind of writer I am, you can compare me to film directors and producers like Tom Six, known for having made the most disturbing film of all times – Human Centipede. Or those guys who produced equally disturbing films such as SS Hell Train or 120 Days of Sodom or I Spit on Your Grave. Yes, I admit I do write stories that can be considered to be too disturbing.

Next time when I write my stories, I WILL WARN MY READERS IN ADVANCE if they have disturbing contents so that people, who are offended by such things, know that they should not even read them in the first place. Because if you know what the story is about, don't like it and still read it and then getting angry about it, then that is your problem, as it is a sign of immaturity, insecurity and oversensitivity.

As for why I write all my usual type of stories, is because I try writing about any topic that people may talk about or are in their minds or about any idea that comes even to my mind.

So if you are the open-minded type (like all my fans are), you would know how to enjoy my stories and know that they are just fictional entertainment. I would also like to say that I enjoy having conversations with people about all kinds of topics, and it does not have to be related to any stories that I have written.

As for my story, it is set somewhere in Los Angeles, in the early 1990s. The 1990s was a good time for America and people were often in the mood for party time.

BUT BE WARNED. There are some humiliating and demeaning nasty scenes and if you are disturbed by it, then read no further. This is for only those with strong stomachs.

Also note that the character-dialogue is like what you see in sketches and screenplay.

If you enjoyed this story, please do drop me a feedback

The Story:

The night club had been crowded with people. After all, it was Friday night. There were people sat down, sipping their beers. There were dancing and moving their bodies to the sound of the loud music beta, being played in the background. Neon lights were flashing everywhere. There was a mixed strong aroma of cigarettes and alcohol.

On a table by a corner, were sat six college students: Melissa, Paul, Karen, Doyle, Patrick and Michael. They were friends, but from different programs.

Melissa was a sexy long black-haired Chicano (native born Mexican-American). She was often the center of attention, being more outspoken about her problems. She was bitchy, dated different guy every month (calling them flavor of the month), arrogant, demanded everything her way and often spoiled. She often wore sexy clothes, high heels and short skirts. She also changed college programs very often, since she did badly in most of them. She could afford to, as her parents were loaded with cash.

As for Karen and Doyle, they were this boyfriend-girlfriend couple who did IT (Information Technology). Doyle was African-American and Karen had short blonde hair. They were both friendly but soft and geeky at the same time, wearing their specs.

Patrick was a skinny freckled redhead geek, who did business and was often verbally bullied by Melissa, for not dressing right every time they all went out. He often asked her out for dates but she refused him all the time. He was in love with Melissa, but not that she cared.

Paul was a tall and muscular Chinese-American jock who also did some economics course, but was also doing swimming professionally. He was a friendly guy who was often concerned about the state of the environment. But that didn't mean that he didn't have a nasty side to him.

Michael was the sharp guy. He did diploma-in-law. He had long black hair, blue eyes and resembled the actor Scott Speedman (known for his 2003 role in the vampire action film Underworld).

Apart from Patrick, the other four were fed up of spending the whole night listening to Melissa bitching about her problems and the guys she dated, and hearing her calling other college students losers. They were all sipping their alcoholic drinks.

It was then that Michael decided that he wanted to speak up, knowing he was going to incur Melissa's wrath by interrupting her.

Michael: Sorry to cut you short Melissa but there was something I wanted to say to you all before I forget. Hey if you guys are free next weekend, I wanted to invite you all to come join me at my private getaway. My parents have this cabin, on some woods, that faces this lake. If you guys have nothing else better to do, then come with me. The scenery is lovely. We can all party all night, since we will be all alone.

Karen: (excited) You have a cabin?

Doyle (excited) Cool!!!

Paul: (happy) Can I come!!

Michael: You can all come. There are enough rooms for everyone.

Patrick: Cool!! So we can also swim by the lake too.

Melissa: (distracted) I didn't know you have a cabin. You never told me that before.

Michael knew Melissa was upset because she wasn't the first person he told this to. In fact, she was such an arrogant bitch, that she had to be number one in everything, including having personal knowledge of other people's lives.

Michael: Sorry to have kept you all in the dark. But it is a good cabin. We have running water, running heating gas, electricity, a sauna, a Jacuzzi and even a Karaoke room.

Melissa: (her interest caught) That doesn't sound like a cabin. That sounds like a well-installed house.

Michael: Well my mom, dad and uncle furnished the whole place. My parents are headed to Mexico next week and they told me the cabin is fee for me and my buddies. We even have a large TV, a radio and even a video player. But we must bring our own food and drinks.

After five minutes, everyone was in agreement that they would all spend time next weekend with Michael, in his parents' cabin, by the woods.

NEXT WEEK – FRIDAY NOON

Five cars drove along an empty highway surrounded by woods on both sides. All five cars made a turn when they finally reached a bar-restaurant on the side of the lone highway. The five cars parked themselves on the empty car park spaces. The six college students got out and went inside the bar-restaurant. They were stopping for a while to have lunch, since it was a bit of a long drive, before they get to Michael's cabin.

Once inside, they ordered their meals and sat themselves down by a table. As there was a pool table inside, Melissa and Patrick had a game, which of course they had to pay for. That let the other four to be by themselves.

Michael sipped his beer, and then glared at the other three.

Karen: Just look at her. Sometimes I can't stand that bitch.

Karen was referring to Melissa's attitude.

Doyle: Me either. Hey Mike, why did you have to tell all of us about the cabin? You could have told us separately back at college.

Michael looked at the couple, and smiled wickedly.

Paul: (smiled) Oh my God Mikey. You have something up your sleeve don't you. I bet you got to come to this cabin, just so that we could help our friend Patrick here score with her.

Karen and Doyle stared at Michael dumbfounded.

Karen: Is that true?

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