Chuck talked a big game when he got the first pick in his fantasy football leagues draft and rattled off 3 straight blowout wins to start the season. In fact, he was so confident that he’d finish on top he told everyone his wife, Angela, would serve as the cocktail waitress for their championship party if he lost! Alas, a slew of player injuries and 14 weeks later he found himself at the bottom of the standings!
He could feel a knot begin to form in the pit of his stomach as he read the message from his wife. His so-called-friends had sent over the skimpiest cocktail waitress outfit they could find! They usually hired a stripper for the gig, so he could already imagine the sort of lewd behavior Angela would be subjected to once they’d knocked back a few drinks.
Alas, he could only imagine it, as Angela had informed he that would not be permitted to attend the party. "Consider it your punishment for making such a foolish bet!" she chided him whilst applying her lipstick. Chuck stared glumly at his feet and it was clear that she wore the pants in this marriage, even when she was wearing hardly anything at all!
Chuck insisted on driving Angela to the party even though he wouldn't be staying. So, "Big Dave", the league commissioner and a championship finalist, was surprised to see him when he opened to door.
"Hey, Chuckie! I thought you were grounded tonight, little guy?! Hahaha!" Dave said, unable to resist poking fun at the league loser before greeting his wife. "Anyway, I see you brought my good luck charm! Angela, you're looking lovely as always, my dear! Please, allow me to take your coat!" he complimented Angela as she stepped across the threshold into the house.
"Why, thank you, David! You're such a gentleman!" Angela replied, removing her trenchcoat and doing a sexy little shimmy, showing off her nearly nonexistent cocktail dress.
"Good lord, woman!" Dave exclaimed, taking in an eyeful of her sexy curves and supple skin, "Alright, change of plans! These ding dongs can fetch their own drinks tonight! You're gonna be my date tonight!"
"Not so fast, mister! You've gotta pay to play. I'm working for tips, remember?" Angela replied with a playful pout, her hands on her hips.
"So, you're okay with just the tip?" Dave smirked as he placed a crisp hundred dollar bill in her ample cleavage.
"Oh my! Are you seeing this, babe?! Dave just put his big tip right between my boobs! Do you think he's got more down there?!" Angela said, turning up the sexy bimbo act much to Chuck's chagrin.
"That first place prize money is as good as mine, so there's plenty more down there. Believe me, you're gonna need both hands to take it all!" Dave continued to play along, taking delight in Chuck's obvious discomfort with their repartee.
"Oh, I'll definitely take it all, daddy!" Angela said breathily, giving her flustered husband a wink.
"Yeah, yeah, so, ummm, you call me when the party's over, babe, okay? I'll, uhhh, come pick you up then!" Fred interjected in an awkward attempt to derail the innuendo-laden dialogue.
"Forgot you were still here, Chuckie! Well, run along home now! Oh and here, take this...maybe you can finally learn how to play fantasy football? Hahaha!" Dave laughed as he tossed a strategy guide at Chuck before putting his arm around Angela and slamming the door in his face.
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