Chapter 1

Day 1

Ben set his cup down on the last empty table at the crowded coffeehouse. He plopped himself down in the cushy seat and scanned the room. He probably stared a second or two longer than was polite at the cute college girl sitting at the table next to him before moving on. As much as he tired to not let his gaze wander to other women sometimes he just couldn't help it.

The coed had her text books out and was looking at one notebook while she jotted more notes in another. Her sandy blond hair was pulled up in a pony tail and held there with a frilly white scrunchy. Despite the warm spring day, she wore a pullover with the local university's logo on it and capri pants. Her soft features weren't covered in makeup. In fact, the little makeup she had on was poorly applied, as if she'd just started wearing it recently. She reminded Ben a lot of his wife of 15 years, Ellen, which is why he forgave himself of the slight transgression.

Putting the girl out of mind, he unfolded his newspaper and started to read. The coffeehouse's muzak and ambient noise faded into a calming murmur. Ben came to the coffeehouse just for that; he found total silence off-putting and anything more than background noise would steal his attention. Taking a sip of his coffee, he searched through the section for the continuation of his article.

A woman sitting at one of the window seats yelled something at her boyfriend. Her high pitched squeal pierced Ben's ears. He folded his newspaper down and shot her a disapproving glare. Couldn't people have the decency to breakup in private? What was with the fad of dumping people or firing them in a crowded place? Yes! It makes a scene, no matter what they thought.

Turning back to his paper, Ben started reading again. The soothing chatter of the coffeehouse helped him regain his focus but it was lost when the woman cried out again. He glowered at her. The serenity of the place was gone, his attention was shot. Ben tried to get back into his paper, but they'd ruined it for him.

Now just pretending to read, Ben glanced back up at the arguing couple. The woman was pointing out the window at a whorish looking girl who was adjusting her rather large, fake breasts in the store window. She was probably pissed that her boyfriend was staring at the slut. The way the guy was grinning, Ben figured they had that argument a lot.

It was hard for Ben to find fault with either of them. He couldn't blame the guy for looking, the way the girl had displayed herself and had been hefting her tits around right in front of him, it was inevitable. Ben wasn't really into that type of girl, but had he been in the other guy's place, there's no way he could have looked away. It would have been like watching a traffic accident unfold in front of him. But the angry woman was well with in her rights. They were in a relationship. Relationships were sacred. Relationships were monogamous and should be, as The Flamingos sang, "I only have eyes for you."

He stole a second glance at the studious coed at the table next to him. Not that Ben knew her, but he could tell she'd be the faithful type when she at last found the right man. She looked so much like his love, Ellen, so angelic and innocent. Ben was the first person Ellen had even kissed. Most of his friends had thought her overly gullible, Ben felt it was just her purity and the faith she had in her fellow man. He idly wondered if the coed would blush at profanity in the cute way Ellen did.

"Fine!" The woman by the window yelled. This time, the college girl joined Ben in his glare. The couple's argument seemed to becoming to a climax. Ben hoped that one or both of them would leave and he could concentrate again. He took a glance at the coed and their eyes met. Hurriedly, he ducked behind his newspaper and hid.

Pretending to read his paper, Ben shielded himself from his embarrassment until a nondescript voice spoke to him. "Ben, mind if I sit with you?"

Ben looked over the top of his paper. The man from the arguing couple was peering over it at him. Ben raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry. Do I know you?"

Without waiting for Ben's approval, the average looking man plopped down into the empty seat across from him. "You do now, Ben."

"I'm sorry. I come here to read. Would you mind..."

"Don't lie, Ben. We both know you come here just to check out the girls."

"I most certainly do not!"

The man grinned. "There's no use denying it, Ben. You've been drooling over that coed ever since you sat down."

Slamming his paper down on the table, he glowered at the man. "'Ben. Ben. Ben.' Look, if you're going to constantly name me while you insult me, you could at least have the decency to give me yours."

The mysterious man waved his hand. "You don't want to know my name."

"No? What do I want then?"

"That." He pointed at the college girl.

True, she was the type of girl he liked, he could admit that much. but he didn't [i]want[/i] her. He already had Ellen. But there was something about the girl; her unevenly applied makeup seemed more professional and thicker, a lot thicker. Foundation was liberally applied to hide every blemish, and grayish-blue eye shadow accentuated the bright blue colored contacts she wore.

She lifted her pencil to her mouth and it transformed into a stick of dark red lipstick, which she applied to her collagen enhanced lips. Slowly, her pullover started to lift up as implants grew into her tits. It wasn't long before the pullover itself started to change. The neck line fell lower and lower, exposing more and more of her plastic chest. The sleeves fell away, exposing several tattoos fading in on her arms. The pullover was now a tank top so tight, it could have been painted on and done more to conceal her flesh.

Not to be out done, her jeans retreated up her well toned legs. They finally stopped at the point where the term "short Daisy Dukes" would have been too modest to describe how little material was left. Her now overly exposed legs darkened until they were a deep tan of a girl who spent more hours sunning than anything else. Her socks started to climb up the curve of her leg thinning themselves out into a pair of cross-patterned stockings that stopped just above her knees, leaving her smooth thighs completely exposed. Her red sneakers fell apart as the heel grew into large spikes. The college slut's new red heels were bright enough that they'd call attention to them, making sure anyone looking would drink in her legs down to her toes.

The text books and notebooks she had been using were gone. In their place was some nail polish and makeup. Her attitude and aurora radiated, "I've got more important things to do than school." Ben didn't know what was happening to the former coed, but he instinctively knew that that girl hadn't even graduated high school let alone made it into the prestigious local university. She was geared to making a living off her body, not her brain. The coed ceased to exist, even in Ben's mind.

Ben looked away from the slut. "You must be crazy. I've never been interested in girls like that."

"Don't be shy, Ben. It's only natural. She presents herself for the taking. I bet if you asked, she'd do you on the table, you and your massive cock."

"I'm a married man, how dare you suggest I would even consider doing such a thing."

"Lots of men have extramarital affairs."

"I believe in the sanctity of monogamy."

The girl had pulled a dildo out of her purse and was fucking her exposed cunt. Ben looked around, but no one but him and the barista had seemed to notice. The other woman was glowering at the tramp.

"I bet you wish that was your dick she was fucking," the mystery man said.

"No, I was thinking whether I should call the cops or not."

"I don't know why you deny your manhood. You should just fuck her. Take her to the bathroom and do her up the ass if you're to shy about taking her right here and now."

Ben couldn't understand why he didn't just get up and leave the vulgar man. Every impulse he had screamed for him to do just that, but he sat there and engaged him in conversation.

"I don't because I have a wife."

"I know, it's the classic 'married my high school sweetheart.' Look, after you fuck that girl, fuck your wife when you get home. She'll never know."

"I'm not going to fuck ... screw her."

"I was trying to be nice. I was trying to lighten your life up, but I see you just want to be a prick. Alright, I'll make you a bet. I bet you that you can't resist fucking that girl four times in the next four days."

Ben grinned. "That'll be the easiest bet I've ever won."

The nondescript man leaned forward and stared Ben in the eyes. "Alright then, here are the terms. If you win, you and your monster meat will be forever successful. If you play the lotto, you'll win. If you start a new business, it'll go national with in the first month."

Doubt was creeping into Ben's mind. There was no way that man could make that promise come true. No one had that power.

"However, every time you fuck that nasty slut you're drooling over, you'll lose an inch off your cock, and you'll go home and fuck your wife. Your wife will pick up a trait of the slut until she could be a mirror image."

Ben looked at the skank dildoing herself in public, only this time, he saw the cute coed with a bright future. His eyes told him she was a whore that would fuck anyone for anything, but his mind told him she used to be sweet and innocent, like Ellen. That was impossible.

He turned his attention back to the man. Ben knew in his soul that his table companion was responsible for the changes. Getting in a bet with someone who could do that... "No bet," Ben said.

The man put his hand to his cheek and in mock sympathy said, "Aww, Ben, you've already accepted. 'That'll be the easiest bet I've ever won.' It's really simple. Just don't fuck that girl four times in four days."