She came through the gate, returning from her bull ride pointing at me, laughing. She had beaten me,
She came through the gate, returning from her bull ride pointing at me, laughing. She had beaten me, and it delighted her to no end. In our little game, our bet on who could draw the biggest crowd, she had won hands down.”You. Couch. Now.” She laughed.whu..? Couch? She knew she had won, and she looked like she meant to reap her spoils, but…“Haha what do y-”Abruptly, she shoved on my chest, pushing me backwards. My eyes goggled, taken aback. I laughed - she must be playing around - but I saw a funny, wild look in her eye. She had victory in her blood, like she was drunk on her little triumph. Stepping towards me, I stepped back. She stepped towards me some more, I continued to backpedal. Immediately I was beginning to get nervous. “Hey uh Melissa what are y-““You shush,” she commanded. Melissa was quickly directing me back towards the dark outer edges of the bar. This was her moment, and the beery din had faded around her. “Did you see that??” she asked, with something more than just humor in her voice, “Did you see how many people I got?? I crushed you!”“Haha I, uh…”Now I was definitely nervous, off-guard, still being pushed backwards. It was as if success had brought something new out of Melissa, something I hadn’t seen. Like it had woke something dormant, something…aggressive.She talked right over me.“I got everyone to watch me, everyone,” she continued, “god, that was amazing…so fun..!”Was this Melissa? The woman pushing me, herding me backwards, was absolutely commanding. Like a tall, strong, warrior princess back from war, coming to claim her prize in battle…me. Still laughing, still talking, still with that gleam in her eye. “I totally beat you, Dr. J..!” she crowed, giggling, “I totally won..!”And still bearing down on me. Her physicality, her athleticism was suddenly palpable, obvious, made plain…and plainly superior to my own. Though I laughed along, trying to sound calm, my heart had begun to race. She seemed taller than ever. She probably outweighed me, I realized, and I could feel it pound-for-pound as she backed me into the bar’s dark corner. What had come over her?? She was on an unnatural high, a rush from success, pumped up, even from something as silly as a barroom bet with her boss. Little did I know at the time, but I see now that this was all her unique physiology expressing itself. Perhaps she was even changing, in little bits, right in front of me. But I digress…Before I knew it, I had been backed up against some weird fur-and-cowhide couch/bench thing, and Randi had appeared at her side.“What’s happening guys?” she asked, fresh drinks from the bar for Melissa and me, “Aw, Dr. J! What’s wrong? You look so nervous, like a little baby about to cry..!”“A baby that saw that… ” Melissa answered for me, pointing to herself and laughing, ”…I won!!” “H-haha,” I laughed through the emasculation, “sh-she sure d-“Ignoring me, both girls suddenly had hands on my chest, and pushed. I sat down, hard. On the edge of the deep, firm bench. In a flash Randi was sitting alongside me, crossing her shapely, spray-tanned legs for display. She leaned in to my right ear as we both looked up at a looming Melissa. “Missy is fun like this, you should watch out,” she whispered, taking the time to breathe languidly, making my breath catch. Oh god, I thought, oh no. Was it Randi’s voice in my ear? Or was it Melissa, her aggressive turn? Either way, I’d just realized I’d become hard. Randi continued, still whispering breathily. “When she wins, when she gets something she wants…she just wants more.”I looked up at Melissa, peering down at me over her big bosom, and was now aware of my cock straining awkwardly against my pants. The adrenaline was still in her from her ride, and it filled the air between us. Even from down here I could smell it, a powerful perfume which was only heightening my arousal. And…her smile had changed. “Wh-what?” I asked, finally, from down on the couch, “What is it?” I noticed Randi had taken my right hand, held it in her bare lap.“Our bet, of course,” said Melissa calmly, dominantly, down at me.“Oh yeah, that,” I sheepishly replied, casting my gaze down, down her Amazonian legs. Eyes flashing, Melissa sat on my other side, to my left, on the furred bench. Turned towards me, her shoulders were confidently set, presenting her formidable torso. Her strong perfume suddenly blanketed me, saturating our air.”Okay, say it,” she commanded, eyes daring mine not to glance down. Her smile was at once both playful and victorious. She was at the same time thrilled to be teasing me and ready to gather the spoils of war.I knew exactly what I needed to do, I’d been beaten. The victor faced me. Randi still sat to my right, holding my right hand, her left one on my shoulder. Her mouth still close to my ear. ”Girls are better than boys,” I said, half-heartedly, surprising myself with the both the weakness in my voice and the dark thrill the words brought me. ”No no no!” Melissa scolded, with a giggle, “like you mean it!”“Yes like you mean it,” Randi whispered into my ear.I couldn’t help myself, my gaze betrayed me: in an act of submission, my eyes fell to Melissa’s chest. ”Girls are better than boys,” I repeated, more emphatically. God, she’s huge. And she smells so good.“Again! Again!” Melissa laughed, sending jiggles through her cleavage,“Again…” Randi whispered, sending shivers down my spine.“Girls are better than boys,” I said again, now outright staring. I’m gonna blame the beer…I hope she does, too.”Good boy, that’s right, girls are better than boys,” Melissa confirmed, “Just like my mother taught me.” Aware of my leering and perfectly pleased with herself, she fidgeted with the neckline of her top, tugging it up, allowing her bosom to drop back down. Drawing in a deep breath of her, I had to struggle to look away. “Randi, did your mother teach you that?”Pulling a few inches away from my ear away to answer her friend, Randi purred ”Oh yes, girls are much, much better than boys.” She squeezed my hand to her soft thighs. “MmmHmm,” Melissa replied, reaching out her right hand to stroke my left arm, ”And, Dr. J, did your mother teach you that?” “my m-…?” I stammered, “No, I, uh- didn’t really know my m-”Randi’s breath was back in my ear. ”awwwwww…tsk tsk tsk…so sad…”“Well I’m glad we’re here to teach you, then!” Melissa giggled, coquettishly drawing my eyes back to her with a toss of her thick, dark hair. I glanced at her, eyes darting again down to her cleavage, and then glanced away. She giggled again at my discomfit.Her hand reached up to take my chin, redirect my attention to her: ”And..,” she began, eyes sparkling with mischief, “what else did we learn today..?””Uh…?” I managed, bedazzled and obviously confused. Jeez how much had I drank? Or was this her perfume doing this to me? It was so, unusually strong. “Wh-whu-what else?”Coming to my aid, Randi whispered in my ear: “sssstronger.” Jesus. ”Girls are…s-stronger than boys?” I stammered meekly. This was maybe a joke, a joke to these two girls, but there was a streak in me, a hidden shadow, that was quivering in shameful bliss. Giggling both now, the girls moved in closer, as if smelling submissive blood, an easy kill. “Good…” Melissa purred. Randi’s left hand reached further around me, and Melissa leaned in, burgeoning her big breasts between her arms. ”And..?” she asked, drawing in a deep breath to swell herself even larger. My chin was still in her hand.Randi’s whisper again, right in my ear: “smarterrrrr….””Girls are smarter than boys…” I spoke, drawing another deep breath, moist air thick as if direct from Melissa’s dark, beckoning cleavage.“I think he’s catching on…” Randi quipped dryly, as I felt her open her smooth, bare thighs, slide my right hand between them.Melissa giggled. ”Very good, Dr. J. Girls are smarter, girls are stronger and…?”I didn’t need a whispered hint for this one.”Girls will always win,” I admitted, with a shudder.”Good boy!” Melissa cooed, beaming a megawatt smile which swelled into another victory.My head was spinning. What had just happened to me? I felt drunk, delirious, and so, so, so turned on. And yet these two…these two just went on giggling between themselves, nonchalantly sitting themselves back up, getting us our drinks. Was this the way they normally spent their Wednesday nights?!?I was quiet, obviously bashful and beaten and let the girls tend to me, feeding me my beer and sitting me back on the deep bench, propped up with some cushions.“Aww, that was hard, hm?” Randi cooed as - my drink in hand, she sat up next to me, nearly in my lap. “H-hey..uh..” I began, voicing my surprise. She was getting really close, and it was really dark back here.On my other side, Melissa started moving in.“Ooo look at you!” she praised, scooting closer, “With a girl on each side of you? Aren’t you a lucky boy, Dr. J…” Melissa started moving closer still, to perch on my lap on my left but then- “ooo haha!” she exclaimed, suddenly putting a hand to and then reaching a hand into her cleavage.”I have this on vibrate and…” She pulled her phone out; her face brightened as she looked at the screen. “Oh goodie it’s Abby!” she exclaimed, “She’s on her way!”“Abby..?” I asked. Abby was another of Melissa’s friends, the sales rep from that company selling snake oil. Randi’s hand was behind my head, running fingers through my hair..“Yes! So excited!” Melissa sang, typing out a text, “Abby has biiii expense account, wants to use it on you tonight!”Oh my god…wh-what? A sales rep? Here? I was confused, from women and drink and this damn…incredible…suffocating…scent. I mean…I know Abby and these two are friends but…was this a setup? For me to meet her? I got more confused, more anxious as a vision materialized, suddenly. A vision of being smothered by not just these two but three girls, one armed with a company card. The evening was already out of hand, and with these women so aggressive I could see it getting drastically much worse.I was suddenly struck with bolt of sobriety. “I should…probably go…” I managed, mustering all my strength to start sitting up from my cushions, “I have early patients tomorrow…”“Nooooo…stayyyyyy!” Randi immediately countered, pushing back on my chest with surprising strength. Melissa looked on, still holding her phone, smiling thinly. Had she just taken a picture?“No I really, uh…I really should go…” I persisted, though hearing the hesitation in his my own voice.Melissa typed out another text with a knowing smile, and for herself had no argument. ”Awww okayyyy,” Randi whined, as I attempted again to start to sit myself up, “but I don’t wanna stay if you’re leaving.” With that, she pulled me back in, hugging my head to her chest. Immediately I flushed as I felt the soft, bare skin of her own full cleavage against my cheek. “And I drank to much to drive.”Urk. My mind was gone, my face against tits. “Well, I can’t get you home, not right now,” Melissa explained to her friend, over the top of my head, “I have to wait for Abby. We can call you a Lyft?”“No I want Dr. J to drive meeeee…” she mewled, squeezing my head to her tighter before releasing me just enough so she could peer down at me, smiling, brows raised expectantly.“uh…okay…” I agreed. Was I alright to drive? And…oh my jesus christ…“See Dr. J?” Randi chirped, gazing down at me, caressing my face with tender fingers as Melissa set into another text, “Pretty girls get what they want.”