Bachelorette Bet

Holly Day’s bachelorette party is over. She’s wiping sticky counters when Emma Magnolia appears in the doorway, arms crossed. Holly’s smile says thanks, but Emma cuts through it: she thinks the stripper sucked. Holly blinks. The girl wasn’t that bad, she insists. Emma snorts; she could have danced better blindfolded. The bickering heats up fast until Emma leans forward and makes the bet: lap dance right now. If Holly gets wetter than she did for the stripper, Emma claims an orgasm as payment. Marriage’s shadow flickers in Holly’s eyes, but she’s sure she’ll win, so she sits. Emma moves in. Shaved skin brushes bare thighs. Blonde hair slides across Holly’s collarbone. Small tits graze Holly’s lips when Emma dips low, and natural nipples tighten in the open air. The grind turns heavy, slow, deliberate. Sweat and perfume fill the space between them. Holly’s knees tremble. The bet is already lost and she knows it. When Emma finally stands back, Holly doesn’t argue. She slides off the chair, kneels, and gives her friend the prize, tongue working deep and hungry while Emma holds her head.