After far too many drinks, they had suggested a game. It was a simple dice game that every bar used to have. In addition, Kelle was good at it, or she thought she was. After a few more drinks and about twenty rounds of the game, it was down to Kelle and one other older cop named Jake.
Kelle was riding the wave. She was invincible. Just to make it interesting, someone suggested a reward for the winner. For Kelle, if she won, she wanted the veteran cops to use their influence to get her on the fast track to becoming a detective. If she lost, well, she would have to accept a dare from the cop. And everything was on the table! She was confident enough and drunk enough and the entire ramifications of the bet had not been thought through. Of course.
So the round was played. As for Kelle. Oh, of course, she lost. She lost badly. Everybody whooped and hollered. Jake smiled a big smile. He grinned. Kelle's heart sank. Jake looked at her and smiled: "I dare you to blow me."
Kelle reddened. She would not welsh on the bet but there was no way she was going to have any physical contact with anyone she worked with, especially an older chubby cop like Jake. After sitting there quietly for the longest time, Kelle's bacon was saved by one of the other cops.
"Jake. You can't expect her to do that. You work together and it's against regs."
Jake looked suitably disappointed.
"Why don't you try another dare?"
Kelle brightened. She started breathing again.
Jake thought for a minute, and then he smiled. "I dare you to spend one hour at Mayhem Crossing."
Kelle turned cold. Mayhem Crossing was a local biker bar. It was out of their jurisdiction, so they never had to respond to calls from it, but she had been there once with a couple of friends. It had a creepy vibe. The idea of going alone gave her pause.
"And a couple of more things."
Kelle looked at Jake pleadingly.
"For the hour you're in Mayhem, you cannot say no to anyone."
Kelle stopped breathing. "I really want this, but I'm not fucking a biker for it!" She had started to grow a pair.
"Okay, sex is off the table. No fucking, no blow jobs, no hand jobs."
Kelle slowly nodded her assent.
"Oh, and you have to dress the part. You've got to slut yourself up and fit in."
Kelle just sat there stunned. She was well and truly fucked. However, to get along and to get in, you had to go along with it. Reluctantly she nodded her head. The bet was on!
On Thursday night, Kelle started to get ready to pay off the bet. She had a lot of suggestions on clothing. First were the panties. The guys want her to either wear a thong or go commando. She could see so many things going wrong with either of those options. So boy shorts it was.
Second was the bra. Of course, the guys wanted her to go braless. That was a nonstarter. She would have preferred a fully padded Vickie's bra. They had settled on an extreme pushup bra.
Next was the skirt. She would, of course, have preferred to wear slacks. The guys were pushing for a shirt that ended just below the top of the thighs. In the end, she wore a skirt that would at least cover her ass when she sat down, but not much else. With the boy shorts, this was do-able. Of course, she wore a low cut, ribbed shirt to show off the cleavage generated by her extreme cleavage bra.
To monitor the bet, there were two additional safeguards. She would text a picture of her outfit sans face to the guys to prove the slut factor. Although none of them would be present, one of the cops had a CI that worked as a bouncer in the bar. It was Bullet who would report back on her obedience.
Now it was show time. No pun intended, she hoped. Kelle snapped a slut pic, texted it to Jake and left the apartment.
Arriving at the bar at a little after ten, Kelle parked and approached the bar. It was beyond seedy. There were dozens of hogs parked next to it. Once inside, the first thing she noticed was that the men outnumbered the women about ten to one. In addition, the second thing she noticed was that unlike the real world, she was about as hot as any of the cycle babes hanging at Mayhem. It was bad enough having drinks alone at a hotel bar in a world where she was a seven at best, and would still get a lot of unwanted attention. However, here she was a 9+. OMG!
Kelle, like all women, wasn't completely happy with her appearance. Her face was attractive enough but she wasn't a head turner. Her legs, long and slender, were definitely her best asset. Her ass was nice but not especially the booty worthy ass that seemingly all men craved. A few decades ago, it would have been perfect. Now guys preferred a much bigger ass, something they could get off on as they pounded the girl from behind. Alas, although Kelle had had boyfriends who had pounded away, she could tell they were disappointed. As for her boobs, they had started out well but then they just stopped growing. What Kelle had hoped would be something pushing a D cup turned out to be smaller. They were firm at least, so Kelle had that. Now she was in a place where anything without a cock and any hint of boobs was a head turner.
On her way in, she made contact with Bullet, the bouncer. Where do these dudes get their names? He seemed reliable. Maybe. Approaching the bar and ordering a draft, she gulped about half of it and tried to relax. Fitting in with the cops shouldn't have to be this hard. However, she wanted it. Bad! She waited and took controlled breaths.
Soon she was aware of a presence to her left.
"Hey, hotness. You'd better go slow on that beer!"
Turning to her left, she saw a biker that was more Bobby Elvis than Jax Teller. A bunch more.
"This is not a place to be too drunk too soon."
She smiled. "I've had a hard day. I'm pretty thirsty."
The guy who wasn't Jax moved closer.
"What should I call you, hotness?"
Kelle was flummoxed. No way was she giving out her real name. She thought and then came up with Echo.
"Echo? That sounds like a stripper name. You dance Echo?"
Kelle cringed. Where had that come from? Shaking her head she said: "I guess my mother had a sense of humor."
"They call me Bear." Looking again, Kelle could see why.
Then she felt the hand on her ass. Her initial reaction was to pull away, but for the bet. For sixty minutes, she could not say no. So she just stood there.
Bear started telling her about his bike. And as he did, the hand became more insistent. What started out as a tentative cup of her right cheek turned into a squeeze. Then it roamed over to her left cheek. Then Bear went under her shirt. After feeling the fabric of her boy shorts, he hooked a finger into one of the leg holes. Kelle was afraid he would go deeper into her panties, so to distract Bear she said: "Bear. My ass isn't that interesting."
"Oh, it's plenty interesting."
"Well, what do you think of my legs?"
Without looking, Bear said: "I think they're fine but your ass is funner." And he held out that last word as if he meant it.
Desperate to get his hand out of her panties, Kelle blurted: "Well, what about my top? Do you like it?" Oh, fuck! Why'd I say that?
Bear's hand stopped. And his eyes went immediately to her boobs. His hand left her ass and started fingering the opening of her shirt at her shoulder.
"Nice tits! What's their size?"
"Size?"
"Yeh, you know. What's your cup size?"
"It depends."
"On the amount of silicone?"
Kelle smiled. Bear was getting playful.
"No. With most bras, I'm a large B. But with some, I'm a C."
"Well, what are you tonight?"
"Do you really want to know this?"
"Yeh, it's getting me hot!"
Inwardly Kelle groaned. So Bear was into bras.
"I'm wearing a C tonight."
"God they look so much larger." Bear started rubbing the top of the swell of her left boob.
Kelle thought about giving him an engineering lesson about the mechanics of a push-up bra but decided Bear had enough information. So she smiled.
Bear's finger glided down into her cleavage. He cocked one eyebrow and looked at Kelle. She wanted to pull back. She knew where this was going. But remembering the bet, Kelle smiled. She had been in the bar a little past fifteen minutes. Forty-five to go.
With no objection to his wandering fingers, Bear went deeper into Kelle's cleavage. His hand slid between her bra cup and her tit. Then it started to close around her boob. Kelle moved closer to cut off the view of the grope from the rest of the bar. His hand continued to squeeze her boob like he was trying to express milk. Then it started to search for her nipple. This had to stop. Kelle whispered: "I have to go to the ladies."
With a look of disappointment, Bear removed his hand. Kelle's boob throbbed. But she smiled and moved away from Bear. She hadn't gotten far when two bikers approached her.
"Hey. Where you going?" Kelle just smiled and nodded towards the back of the bar.
"You seemed friendly with Bear.
