Chloe Pays Up Book 4 – Left Flipper

  By, Bridy McAvoy

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  Copyright © Nov 2024, Bridy McAvoy

  Cover Art Copyright © Nov 2024, Brightling Spur

  Names, characters and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author.

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  Dedication

  To everyone who helped me write this. Especially my husband who encouraged me to explore my fantasies in print.

  Chloe Pays Up Book 4, Left Flipper

  After the hiccup in the road of our relationship following the events of the playoff game, things seemed to settle down. I wouldn’t say domestic bliss, but it felt that way. Henry and Phil didn’t mention the events of that day to me and most definitely didn’t talk to Chloe about it. The last thing I’d wanted was to be ribbed about it by them, let alone them trying to press Chloe for a repeat performance, which was something they weren’t going to get. However, just because they didn’t talk to me or Chloe didn’t mean they didn’t talk. Soon enough, the story had spread through my circle of friends, they all knew Chloe would pay up on a bet. If she lost, she paid up.

  A couple of guys tried to get her to bet on something and were politely rebuffed with a smile and a laugh. She didn’t take offense, but she knew they knew. If anything, she thought it was funny, or even funny and cute. After a while, it died down, and things seemed to be on a more even keel once more.

  One evening, we were relaxing on the couch. Just chilling, really, with both my housemates away again, Phil was doing a research project in the neighboring state, where Henry was once more embedded in the badlands of Montana fossil hunting for the paleontology part of his course, so I had the house to myself. Well, to ourselves, Chloe never let such an opportunity go by her.

  “So this betting thing of yours…”

  “It’s not a betting thing.”

  “Well, the payout rule of yours, then…”

  “What about it?”

  “Has it ever got you into trouble?”

  She rolled her eyes. “What do you think?”

  I could see she’d colored up, so I had my answer that way, but I wanted to push a little, maybe get a little revenge for her playoff day stunt. “I think yes, it has. More than you could handle?”

  She blushed brighter still.” On a couple of occasions, maybe. Look, we both said we wouldn’t pry into each other’s history.”

  “I’m not prying into anything. Just curious, is all.”

  “She sighed. “But if I dropped a few salacious details on the table, you wouldn’t object, right?”

  “Right.”

  She sniffed. “So, what do I get in return for telling you stuff?”

  I chuckled. “Depends on how hot it is.”

  “And if it’s hot?”

  Rather than answer using words, I just licked my lips and held up two fingers. She shivered but sat up straighter. She knew exactly what I’d just offered, and knowing Chloe’s high sex drive, she wanted what I’d offered. It was a button that I’d learned to press.

  “Let me make a couple of coffees then.” She giggled. “I doubt I’ll have a chance to once I’ve told you a story.”

  “Just the one?”

  She giggled herself. “One for now, baby. Then, if you deliver that reward, I might think of another five or six I could tell you. All for the same reward each time, as a bare minimum, of course.”

  “Of course.” I chuckled. “Bare being the operative word.”

  Ten minutes later, she handed me a mug of coffee and snuggled up to me on the couch.

  * * * *

  The summer before I left home for college, I was eighteen, and I’d split with my last high school boyfriend. He’d become a bit of a jerk, a real possessive one. When he started telling me my shorts were too tight or my skirts too short, he was on the curb so fast I don’t think he saw it coming. Anyway, there I was, eighteen and fancy-free. Since it was a small town with a large number of graduating eighteen-year-olds, so a lot of competition, meaning no job either. I was at a loose end and quickly getting bored.

  A couple of my graduating classmates, Pete and his mate Greg, used to hang out at Pete’s place a couple of doors up. One of them saw me sitting on our porch step, watching the world go by, and struck up a conversation. I think it was Pete, but I couldn’t be certain. The two of them were the typical nerd type, not sporty, and quite pasty from being indoors most of the time. Not out-and-out nerds, but the cute kind.

  At least I had someone to talk to. After a couple of hours, Pete asked me if I wanted to join them in his dad’s man cave.

  “Why would I want to join you in your father’s man cave?”

  “Because he’s set it up as a games room. He’s got a pool table, a dart board, and a couple of decent pinball tables.”

  My ears pricked up at that. I could play pool but had never played darts, but I loved to play pinball down at the arcade, and I considered myself really good at it. I should explain that Pete’s mother had passed away a few years earlier, and his father had obviously done the house up his way.

  I wagged a finger at Pete. “No funny stuff!”

  “Funny stuff?” His brow furrowed, not catching my meaning.

  “You know. Boy-girl stuff. I’ll take you on at pool and bust your ass on the pinball but I’m not going to do anything else.”

  “Oh, right.” He turned the brightest shade of red you can imagine. I guess the poor schmuck had simply been trying to be friendly, and I’d misread it as a pickup attempt. Greg thought it was hilarious but quickly quietened down as I climbed to my feet.

  “Come on then, let’s see this pool table.”

  From my perspective it was something to do. I sort of guessed the two guys were banking on the idea that hanging out with one of the prettier girls in school was going to give them a confidence boost, but since nothing was going to happen, it was a fair trade.

  When the house had been built, it had been a three-car garage, the biggest on the street, attached to the biggest house on the street. Gordon, that’s Pete’s dad, had sectioned the room off, creating one car width as a workshop and converting the other two bays into the playroom. He’d put carpet tiles down on the floor, hung a big screen TV on the wall, and attached a decent sound system to it. There was even a little kitchenette with a small drinks refrigerator. Pete pushed open a sliding door at the far end to reveal a toilet, then closed the door again. It was a thoughtful touch, letting me know where everything was.

  The pool table in the middle of the room was definitely a high-end table, and it looked immaculate. The dart board, on the other hand, looked well used, but I had no idea how to throw darts, so I ignored that. The two pinball machines stood side by side, backing onto the partition, separating his workshop from the rest of the room. I immediately recognized the Star Wars table. It wasn’t one of my favorites, but I could play it. The other table was an Asteroids one that I’d not seen before, and it looked like it was a vintage machine. Not that the Star Wars table was new, of course, but they both looked to be good tables.

  “We usually just keep score through the day, but seeing as there’s now three of us, how about nine-ball, the winner stays on, and the challenger breaks?”

  I shrugged. “Sounds fair. I’ll play the winner of you two.”

  I grabbed one of the stools from next to the kitchenette and swung a leg over it without thinking about it. I was wearing shorts, and they were quite tight, so I wasn’t showing anything. I knew they’d both watched my movement, but I ignored that. I probably wouldn’t have chosen my scoop neck t-shirt to play pool in, but I’d not really had the opportunity to go into my home and change.

  Pete and Greg flipped for the break, and Greg won. He was a solid player, and I knew he was better than me, but his break broke down on the five. Pete took over, and I immediately saw he was much the better player of the two. I had very little chance of beating him, so I knew I’d be spending more time watching than playing.

  Pete duly won the rack, and I sauntered over. Some devilment was driving me, I put a lot of swish into my walk, not quite strutting, but I was emphasizing my attributes, and I knew I had their attention as Pete set the balls up. I grabbed a cue from the rack.

  “Not that one, please. That’s my dad’s cue, he doesn’t like anyone using it.”

  “Oh, okay. No problem.” I grabbed the next one and positioned the cue ball off to the side like I’d seen the pros do. I bent over the shot and concentrated hard on the line I wanted, making sure I hit it as hard as I could. I let fly and somehow scattered the balls in every direction, the one and three balls both disappearing from the table. As I straightened up, I noticed the two had been staring and glanced down at myself as I realized I had been showing a little more cleavage than I’d expected to. I wagged an admonishing finger in their direction and they both giggled.

  “I thought you wanted to play pool.”

  “We do, we do.”

  I moved around the table and checked the lie of the two ball. There was a trick shot available to me, if I hit the two just right, it would canon into the nine ball and si nk that—giving me the game. I lined it up and took the shot. This time I had my back to the guys, and I knew they would be staring at my ass as my shorts tightened across my cheeks. I hit the ball cleanly, but the nine ball wobbled in the jaws and stayed out. Even worse, I’d lined it up perfectly for Pete, who duly sank it for a very quick game.

  “Damn!”

  “Sorry.”

  “I’ll get you next time.” I nodded toward the pinball machines. “Can I?”

  Pete scooted over and switched the two machines on. “Be my guest. Just press the start button, you don’t need a coin.”

  “Okie dookie.”

  An hour later, I finally stood back from the second of the tables, having just racked up an impressive high score on both machines. The clack of pool balls behind me had stopped ages ago as they both watched my performance. Either that, or they were watching my ass move as I moved around to play the pinball machines.

  “Christ, you’re good at that!”

  “Practice. Misspent childhood down at the arcade, I guess.”

  I played pool for a few racks, actually beating Greg twice and even beating Pete once. Then I realized it was heading for three o’clock, and I was supposed to be cooking dinner for me and my mom.

  “Sorry, guys, gotta go. Dinner to prep.”

  “No worries.” Pete looked at Greg, and his friend nodded to him. “You want to come and hang out like this again tomorrow?”

  “Sure, why not.” I grinned at them. I’d enjoyed it, especially once I’d got over the fact they took every opportunity to stare down my top or watch my butt as I bent over. After all, boys will be boys, and it wasn’t like I was dressed to conceal.

  “About ten?”

  “Fine.” I giggled. “I won’t say it’s a date because you might get the wrong idea, but… it’s a date.”

  Since it was Pete’s place, flirting was allowed. Watching him flush was also funny too. I waved my goodbyes and headed back up the road to our more modest home.

  I thought long and hard about what to wear the next day. The guys had clearly had a thrill watching me flaunting myself a little bit, and that night, I’d had a little fun with the idea, too. I could have worn a high-neck T-shirt that covered my cleavage better, but that would have taken part of the thrill away. I settled for a similar style top to the previous day, but this time, I deliberately paired it with a mini skirt, although in those days, my minis were not as short as they are now. Just to be safe, I put my bikini bottoms on underneath rather than my usual lace panties.

  My clothing choice was clearly popular with the guys, and it became a regular thing, maybe three days a week for the next couple of weeks or so. I’d spend my time playing pinball and increasing my best score on the machine. The Star Wars machine had a top ten scores feature, and I filled every slot and kept them filled. If I saw someone had beaten number ten, which happened, I’d take it back the next time. I was pretty sure the person who occasionally challenged me was Pete’s dad, Gordon. I couldn’t think who GDR could be other than his initials.

  I found myself looking forward to my days with the guys. They were a decent pair, both headed for prestigious colleges come the fall, so they were bright. They had decent senses of humor, too, and could take a joke as well as dish it out. By the end of that week, I was starting to dress a little more provocatively, just giving the guys a bit of a thrill. Nothing over the top or outrageous, but my lowest cut T-shirts, my shortest skirts, and tightest shorts. I had a pair of proper Daisy Dukes that were so tight I had to really suck my stomach in to fasten them. I wore them a couple of times, and I know it was appreciated. My mother knew what I was doing and knew I was having fun teasing the two guys. She didn’t say anything, but I got that knowing look from her some evenings.

  I was due to go over there on the next day, A Friday, but Pete came and knocked on our door the night before. “Sorry, we’ve got an electrical problem in the house. Dad will fix it, but the power is totaled for at least tomorrow and well into Saturday.”

  My mother heard him. “Your freezer? Is it okay?”

  “Yeah, I helped my dad empty it, and we’ve put everything into my Aunt Sandy’s on the other side of town, she’d got a spare freezer. Don’t ask why she has, but luckily for us, she could take all our stuff. Nothing else will spoil, and we can cook since that’s gas.”

  “Oh, okay.”

  “So, I’ll let you know when everything is back on, and we can use the playroom again.”

  “Sure. Good luck with that.”

  I pouted a little after I shut the door. I’d decided to really tease Pete the next day. I was going to wear a button-up shirt and not bother with a bra, knowing that stretching forward for a shot on the pool table would really flash him a great view. I was going to team that with a very short skirt, too. A lightweight, flowery one that moved with the slightest breeze. It flared out if I turned quickly.

  When Mum went to work the following day, I quickly borrowed her sewing machine and took it up an inch or so just to make it really short. I didn’t want Pete or Greg to get hold of me or even try anything. That would be the end of the game right there. I was simply having a great deal of fun playing the tease. They seemed to appreciate it as well, so I didn’t see any harm in it.

  I had my outfit ready and I waited through the weekend, but it was Sunday night before I saw the lights coming back on in the house up the road. I watched from a window as I saw Pete and his father carrying box after box of frozen food from their car into the house, I guess restocking the freezer. Gordon left on a shopping trip, and I saw Pete step out front and fiddle with his cell. A moment later, I got a message.

  All sorted. Come around about ten?

  I grinned to myself. Ten was perfect. It gave me time to get dressed in my super sexy outfit after Mom had gone to work, and she wouldn’t know I’d dressed up to tease the two guys.

  Great! See you then. It’s a ‘date’!

  We’d been using that particular joke since that first afternoon, and all three of us thought it was hilarious.

  About half-nine the following morning, I spotted Gordon’s car was still on the driveway.

  I fired a message off straight away. Your dad’s still home. Is everything okay?

  A couple of minutes later, I got a reply and breathed a sigh of relief.

  Yep. All good. He’s working from home today. Don’t worry, he won’t be interrupting us.

  I spent ages checking myself in the mirror. I was going all out on the tease today, and I wanted everything to look just right. They’d got used to me wearing a miniskirt but wearing bikini bottoms underneath. I’d put on my standard panties today, knowing that there was a likelihood of them being seen under the even shorter skirt and giving them a thrill, as well as giving myself a vicarious one. I even spent a couple of minutes bending in front of the mirror to see how far you could see up the back of my skirt, depending on how far I bent. That made me blush, you could see all the way to my ass, even if I only bent a little way. I’d be flashing the back of my panties any time I took a shot on the pool table.

  Pete was on his porch waiting for me as I approached. His eyes were all over me, and I deliberately placed my feet heel first as I strutted up his driveway. That heel-first walk made my breasts bounce inside my shirt, confirming to him I wasn’t wearing a bra. I put a lot of effort into making sure I crossed my feet with every step, making the skirt flare and bounce around, too. God, I must have looked like a tramp, but Pete was drinking in all the details.

  He opened the door to the playroom and switched the lights on.

  “No Greg today?”

  “Nah, his father roped him into helping him today, so he can’t make it.” He grinned and attempted a bit of a gangster accent. “It’s just you and me, babe. Just you and me.”

  That cracked me up, and we spent the next ten minutes or so laughing and giggling, with both of us pulling funnier and funnier caricature accents.

  Finally, I turned to the pinball machines and gasped as I saw the displays. The high-score arrays were all blank.

  “Fuck! Where’s my scores?”

  Pete shrugged. “Sorry, Dad had to have the power off for so long, the batteries died, so the high scores were lost. Nothing he could do.”

  “Shit!” I glared at Pete, but I knew there was nothing he could have done. It wasn’t his fault. Most likely, it wasn’t his dad’s either. That didn’t mean it didn’t suck, it did.

 

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