The Bet - Chapter 51 (Sunday – week 8 part 1 of 8)

The Bet

by Karen Singer

Chapter 51 (Sunday – week 8 part 1 of 8)

     He was on stage again.  The bright stage lights on him faded the audience into vague shadows.  But the lights did nothing to dull the taunting sound of all the women laughing at him.  He was a baby again – just as he had been a few hours ago, on stage, for real!  In his dream world, he was reliving every humiliating taunt thrown at him, every humiliating thing done to him, every humiliating thing he was forced to do, every humiliating bottle he had to drink… everything!  Everything including being fed that one rancid bottle by some strange woman.  Horrible! And even in his dream world, he realized that he was peeing profusely from all the delicious humiliation of it. 

     Over and over again his mind relived each thing done to him.  The more humiliating things seemed to work their way into his dreams over and over again.  To be replayed and savored – and appreciated.

     And then he noticed something different, something wrong, something bothering him.  It bothered him enough to vaguely pull him into a semi-wakeful state in the real world.  It didn’t take him long to realize that his diapers were leaking.  His bedding and babydoll nightie were already somewhat wet.  But it was still dark and his alarm hadn’t gone off yet – and he was so very tired.  Besides, there wasn’t much he could do about it now anyway.  It was just another little bother and humiliation amid so many other humiliating things.  With no effort at all, he dropped soundly back into his slumber, where he once again revisited sissy humiliation after sissy humiliation.  Where he was once again oblivious to the real world around him.

     His dreams began turning over and over again to that one really lousy tasting bottle that the woman had fed him personally.  He had no idea what was really in it, but he began to imagine that it really was pee.  While he had no idea of what pee actually tasted like, he imagined that that was it. 

     And as dreams often turned strange, so did this one.  In his dream, while he was being forced to drink the horrible pee, someone undid his diaper and stuck an empty bottle over his chastity enclosed penis, to fill it with his own pee.  When the bottle of pee he was drinking was finished, the bottles were switched so that as he continued to drink one, he was continuing to fill his next one.  Over and over again.  And the humiliation of being forced to do it… to have no control over it at all, kept him on the brink of a dreamlike rapture – though his one tiny organ that once used to be so much a part of his sexual stimulation, remained as tiny and passive as ever.

     He slept soundly, his head filled with the most delightful wicked things ever done to him.  Things his imagination had never conceived of before.  Things that he knew without a doubt would never be topped.  And why shouldn’t he sleep so blissfully?  Why would he ever want to leave such a beautiful dream?

     Mel opened her eyes and stared at the blank ceiling above her.  She breathed in deeply.  She felt… great!  Rested, relaxed… satisfied.  Derek had been really nice last night.  Not earth shatteringly great, but really nice.  There was just something about him that she liked, something she felt comfortable with.  But her thoughts about Derek were interrupted by the thought of how good some coffee would be just then.  Unfortunately, to get that coffee she would have to get up out of bed and make it.  She really couldn’t wait till Sissy would be there doing it for her – every morning!  How perfect would that be? 

     Her mood suddenly darkened a bit as she remembered the one big problem facing her with Sissy.  Five minutes!  Before she could have him bringing her coffee in bed every morning, first she had to make him totally incontinent. And things weren’t looking very good right now.  There were only… what, about twelve more days to go now before his testing even started?  How could she overcome five minutes in only twelve days? 

     With an angry groan, she forced herself to get out of bed.  She threw a robe around herself and went out to make her coffee.  Five minutes!  Five damn minutes!  How was she going to do it?  With growing frustration and concern that she fixed her coffee.  Even more frustration as she had to wait while her coffee maker was working.  It wasn’t until she had taken her first sip of the freshly brewed coffee that her mind really started working properly, and when it did, she was not only frustrated with how she was going to deal with Sissy, she was frustrated with herself!  “Damn!” she exclaimed softly.  She had forgotten!

     She glanced at the clock.  It was starting to get late, and he hadn’t called yet!  But her biggest reason for berating herself was that she had told Sandy yesterday not to set his alarm clock when they got home because she was going to do it herself.  Unfortunately, she had gone to bed since they weren’t back yet and she had slept through the night!  And now it was getting later than she wanted and there was still no word from Sissy! 

     She grabbed her phone and called him.  She listened to it ringing for a long time before she hung up.  Angrily, she grabbed her keys and pulled her robe tighter around her before opening her door.  Yesterday he had been in the shower when she called.  He better be in the shower today!  She didn’t want to wait around forever for him to get ready this morning!  She had things she wanted to do today! 

     She opened his door and stepped in.  Everything was quiet.  Too quiet.  Was he here?  His purse and diaper bag were on the floor so he had to be there.  And then her nose caught the scent of something that didn’t smell very good.  The scent grew stronger the closer she got to his bedroom.  She stepped inside and his bedroom and it practically reeked of pee!  She didn’t need the light to see that he was still sound asleep, but she turned it on anyway. 

      “Sissy!” she called, but got no response.  She went over and kicked his blowup mattress.  “Sissy!” she called louder.  But as she said it, she realized that her foot had encountered something wet when she kicked it.  As she saw him startle awake she realized that his bedding was completely soaked.  All of it!  And as he quickly turned over and his blanket fell away, she saw that the baby doll nightie he was wearing was soaked too!  How could he sleep like that?

      “Mithtweth!” Chad said in his sissy voice, totally surprised to find her there. 

      “Geez!” Mel replied as she thoroughly took in how wet everything was.  “How can you sleep like that?”

     Still laying down in his wet bedding, Chad finally realized how wet everything was.  “I was sleeping,” he replied.  “I didn’t know it was this bad.”

      “Well… get up and hurry up!  We have things to do today and it’s already getting late.  And don’t forget to phone me the minute you get your one diaper on again!”  She took note of one more thing as he was getting to his feet.  There was only one partially empty baby bottle on the floor next to his bed.  Not three!  Not wanting to stay there any longer, she hurried out and went back to her own apartment – and her freshly brewed coffee.  How could he have slept and not waken up if he was that wet?  And then another question hit her, why was he so incredibly wet?  She was tempted to go back to investigate, but she decided not to.  She hurriedly gulped down her coffee and went back to her own bedroom to get dressed. 

     Everything was soaked.  Everything!  Chad hardly knew what to do with it all.  He gathered all his bedding up and stuck it all into the wet pillow case.  He pulled his soaked baby doll nightie off too and put that in with his bedding.  Then he opened a window to start airing the room out, but he had a feeling that the smell was going to be there for a while.  He finally went into his bathroom to remove his soaked and messy diapers – and to take a well needed shower.  As he usually did now, he used his pink razor on any parts of his body that needed a touch up to remove the hair.  It was becoming a routine he hardly thought about anymore. 

     When his shower was done, he grabbed another diaper as fast as he could and taped it in place.  He had to do it fast because on these weekends he never had a chance to try to hold back and there was too much chance now that he could pee on the floor again.  He was fortunate to not do that today!  The minute his diaper was in place, he found his phone and called Mel.  “I just put my diaper on,” he told her in his sissy voice.

      “Good!” Mel replied.  “Do your hair and makeup.  Then grab a clean bra, some clean sissy socks, and carry them over here!  You can go back for whatever laundry you need to clean later.  And hurry up!  We’re already later than I wanted it to be!”

     Chad was only surprised that she didn’t tell him to drink his usual three baby bottles.  In fact, Sandy had only made him drink one when he went to bed last night.  But judging by how wet everything was this morning, that had still been one bottle too many.  Of course, Sandy had also not put any plastic panties on him last night either.  That would have helped things a lot!  His stomach growled as he headed back to his bathroom.  He was hungry again.  Why didn’t Sandy feed him more last night?

     Clad in only a single diaper and nothing else, Chad picked up his purse and slung it over his shoulder.  He held his last clean bra and a pair of white lacy socks in his hand.  With his other hand he picked up his diaper bag, noting as he did so that it was a lot lighter than he had been last night!  Nervously, he opened his door and quickly made his way barefooted over to Mel’s apartment.  He noticed some people in the parking lot down below, but he did his best to ignore them.  He couldn’t do anything about them anyway and most of them had already seen him in embarrassing situations – some had seen him many times. 

     He knocked on her door, and was rewarded when she opened it only moments later.  He curtseyed as best he could with his hands full.  “Good morning, Mistress,” he greeted her as he did every morning. 

      “Good morning, Sissy,” she replied as she stood back out of the way so he could come in.  There wasn’t much about him to look over since he was only wearing a diaper and nothing else. She waited though as he set his things down under her little table by the door.  But when he stood back up, she heard an odd sound coming from him.  “What was that?”

      “Sorry, Mistress.  That was my stomach.  I didn’t eat hardly anything last night and I’m really hungry this morning.”

      “Didn’t eat?  Why not?”

      “Sandy didn’t feed me anything before we went out.  Then she only gave me a little bit several times during the night.”

      “Why?” Mel asked.

      “I don’t know.”

     Mel had been about to say something else, when she suddenly realized that something had been missing.  And it irked her!  “And I don’t know why you can’t remember to curtsey every time you open your mouth!” she replied angrily.  “I’ve been way too lax about that!  You can be sure we’ll be working on that a lot from now on!  Now get up in your highchair.  I’ve got your breakfast almost ready.”

     Chad curtseyed this time before he hurried off to his highchair.  He was hungry.  For once, baby cereal was sounding awfully good to him!

     A few minutes later, Mel leaned back against her kitchen counter with a fresh cup of coffee to watch him shovel the cereal into his mouth as fast as he could.  He wasn’t making as much of a mess with it anymore.  Practice, she guessed.  She did feel a bit guilty about not feeding him more for breakfast since he was so hungry, but she had only cooked what she gave him.  Well, she would give him a few more jars of baby food for lunch to make up for it.  She almost laughed at the thought.  Baby food – as if that would make up for anything! 

      “Andrea will be here for dinner tonight, along with Cassie and Sandy,” she told him.  “Do you need your cookbook to figure out what groceries you’re going to need?”

     Chad paused to consider that while he swallowed.  “No,” he finally replied.  “I think I can come up with something.”

      “Good,” Mel replied as she set her cup down on the counter.  “Hurry up and finish.  I want to get to the grocery store and back as soon as possible this morning.  We have to rehearse your dance!  You’ll be performing it tonight for everyone and I want you perfect!”  She left him to finish while she went to the living room to check his diaper bag.  When she opened it, she was surprised to find that all the bottles were empty.  All of them!  And there were a lot of bottles in there.  No wonder he had leaked all over everything this morning.  She pulled all the empty bottles out and put three fresh ones in along with some fresh diapers.  She was now ready.  All she needed was for him to finish eating.

     Chad slowed down his eating now that the edge had been taken off.  He was supposed to perform his dance tonight?  Well, he supposed that the circumstances could certainly be worse.  And the odd thing that made him mind it even less, was how serious Mel had been about teaching him to do it right.  There wasn’t all that much that was humiliating about what he would be doing – other than the fact that he was a grown man who would be dancing like a little girl.  Oh yeah, and that crazy ballet outfit she had gotten him.  That was more than a bit embarrassing too!

The Bet - Chapter 50 (Saturday – week 7 part 10 of 10)

The Bet
by Karen Singer

Chapter 50 (Saturday – week 7 part 10 of 10)

     Ray’s head was spinning.  He had only had two orgasm’s – so far, but they had done it first on the couch in the first room, all four couches in the next room, on her office desk, and in her office chair.  He had only had two orgasms because she had carefully kept him from having any more.  The crazy woman kept saying things like…  I read about this in one of my psychology books and I always want to try it…  or…  One of my clients told me he did this…  or… I have another idea…  He had enjoyed every single thing they did – thoroughly, but he was beginning to wonder if the woman every got tired!  And that was when she opened her mouth once again. 
      “All this has been fun,” Gloria said.  “But I think my bed at home would be much more comfortable for us to continue.  Don’t you think?”
     Ray figured he had to take her home eventually anyway, what was a few more hours?  And besides, maybe once they got to her bed, she would let him lead the way for a change.  The woman was like a tiger!  A wild ferocious ravaging tiger!  All the experience he had, all the little tricks he had learned over the years, had been thrown out the window in the first minute with this woman.  He just hoped he could hold up a little longer!

     Mel closed her eyes and reveled in the luxury of Derek buried deep inside her.  He had been… awkward at first, not at all practiced and smooth as Ray had been, but he certainly had no trouble responding.  Once they were both ready, she had to help guide him into her with her hands, which she really didn’t mind.  But from then on, his deep pumping had been wonderful.  No little tricks.  Nothing special at all.  But it felt great!  And now he was still in her, and he was totally hard once again.  And it felt… wonderful! 
     Ever so slowly, he started moving again, pumping, almost involuntarily.  And as his excitement increased, he pumped harder which increased her excitement.  His big powerful body was on top of her, and while he was heavy, she could tell that he was trying not to crush her.  The result was that she felt warm and safe under him – and totally aroused. 
     Her arousal grew steadily as his pumping continued – steadily.  Till with one more big pump, he tipped her over the edge and she began yet another orgasm.  But her orgasm triggered his and together they rode the sensual wave as long as they could… all the way to the end, where he continued to stay inside of her, softening quickly, shrinking steadily.  Yet even then, when he was much smaller and softer, he still felt good in her. 
     But he suddenly rolled off of her.  She realized he was totally spent.  Well, he had been good.  Really good.  She herself felt fantastic.  He kissed her cheek and hugged her close.  Then he rolled over again and got up off of the bed.  She would have preferred that he stay and hold her for a while with his big beautiful body.  But like most men, once he was done, he was done. 
     She got up and slipped a robe over her and went into the bathroom while he got dressed again, without bothering to clean himself up.  By the time she got out of the bathroom, he was ready to go.  She walked over to him and pressed her body up against his and wrapped her arms around him.  “Thank you,” she said simply.
     He leaned down and planted one of those amazingly passionate kisses right on her lips as he hugged her tightly to him.  “No, thank you,” he whispered.
     She walked him to the door and followed him outside where they kissed one more time.  Then she watched as he walked down to his truck, got in it, and with a brief wave, drove off.  It had been a truly nice evening.
     It was only as she was turning to go back into her apartment that she noticed the empty parking space where Cassie’s car should have been.  They were still out – as late as it was.  Oh well, she supposed they were having fun. 
     Still feeling wonderful, she went back into her apartment, back into her bed, and fell deeply asleep.  What a nice evening.

     Once again the women were paying less attention to him.  Chad rolled over on his blanket further away from them and curled up into a ball with his back to them.  He wanted to go home.  But Cassie and Sandy were showing no sign of leaving yet.  He had a feeling that they wouldn’t be leaving till after this diaper started leaking again.  Hopefully, they wouldn’t stay any longer than that – he hoped!
     He realized that Sandy was going easier on the bottles she was giving him now.  Since his last one filled with beer she had let him go quite a while now without any.  He was glad, not only because he didn’t want anything more to drink, but because the beer was now making his head spin terribly. 
     Easing up on the amount he was drinking though still wasn’t having much of an affect on the amount he was peeing.  With his system so overloaded with liquids, it was still practically pouring out of him almost continuously. 
      “How’s that diaper coming?” he heard a woman ask from the front of the stage. 
      “Roll over baby,” Sandy called to him.  “Let this nice lady check your diaper for you.”
     Ugh!  Instead of rolling over, Chad got to his hands and knees again, made sure he was drooling a bit around his pacifier like Sandy wanted him to, and he turned and crawled back to the front of the stage where he sat on his still burning bottom right in front of Sandy and the woman.  The woman reached out and started feeling his already soaked diaper.
      “Wow,” the woman said.  “It hasn’t been very long since you put this thing on him, and it’s already starting to feel soaked.”
     Sandy felt his diaper too.  “Gee, you’re right!  It’s starting to look like he’s going to make his next deadline with no trouble.”
      “You’re sure?” another woman asked.  “I haven’t seen him drinking anything in a while now.  Nothing at all.  I’ve got a couple of bet’s in the pool and one of them is pretty early.  I’d sure like that one to win!”
      “Feel it for yourself,” Sandy replied.  “It’s only been a little while, but he’s feeling pretty wet to me.”
     The woman reached out and felt all over Chad’s diaper.  Then she nodded.  “He does feel real wet, but I’m not sure he’s wet enough to start leaking anytime soon.  And since he’s not drinking as much, he’s probably slowing down.”
     Sandy nodded.  “Maybe, but you’re right about it being a while now since he’s had anything to drink.”  She picked up the last of the bottles from the table and handed it to Sissy.  “Time for another one.”  Then she turned away from him and sat back down to talk with Cassie and a few other friends again. 
     She had almost missed it because she wasn’t paying as much attention.  But something had made her turn her head at just the right moment to see Sandy handing him the last bottle.  Her attention was fully on him just then and she got up from her table and walked closer to him so she could see better.
     The last thing Chad wanted was another bottle. But he supposed he should be grateful that he had been allowed to go a little while now without one.  He crawled back to the center of his blanket where he sat and pulled his pacifier out of his mouth.  Then he put the bottle in and automatically started sucking on it.  The first taste shocked him.  Whatever was in the bottle wasn’t beer!  With his head spinning so much, he couldn’t even figure out what was in it.  In fact, it tasted more like pee than anything else!  What the heck kind of liquor did they put in it?  He now had a really bad taste in his mouth after just the one sip.  He knew for a fact that he didn’t want to drink any more of the foul stuff!
      “Ab ko ba ba ib bay!” he shouted at Sandy to get her attention.  How could he tell her that he couldn’t drink this stuff?
      “You need another bottle!” Sandy replied.  “Stop complaining and just drink it!”
      “Ab ba ba ba ba ba!” he shouted emphatically.
      “I told you,” Sandy replied.  “You have to drink it.  Now I’ve been real nice and let you go without any for a while, but now you have to drink it up!”
     Chad started to shake his head no.  He got partially into the motion, but the instant look of absolute anger on Sandy’s face froze his muscles so he stopped, totally frustrated.  He knew he wasn’t allowed to even shake his head yes or no.  “Ag ga ga bib!” he replied angrily in his frustration.  How could he tell her that whatever in this bottle tasted totally rancid?
     The woman was fascinated.  She had no doubt at all that the bottle he now had was her “special” bottle.  But what fascinated her the most, was that even in his distress, Sandy had him so well trained that he stayed totally in character.  He was totally limited to reacting like a baby, and only a baby.  In fact, she had seen all night long that he hadn’t done anything at all that a baby wouldn’t do.  Nothing! 
     She walked up to Sandy.  “Aw,” she said.  “It sounds like the baby doesn’t want his bottle.”
     Sandy recognized the woman. She had talked with her a few times in the past and was the one who had brought the baby bottles back that Cassie had taken to get filled.  “He’s being a bit stubborn about it this time,” Sandy agreed.  “He’s not usually like that.  He’s usually very good.”  She sighed with exasperation.  “I don’t know why now, of all times, he decides to get… cranky!”
     The woman laughed.  “Maybe what he needs is someone to pay a bit more attention to him and feed him the bottle.  Would you like me to do that for you?  I wouldn’t mind.”
     Feed him the bottle?  Sandy turned that over in her mind for a second, then smiled.  “Sounds fine with me.  Have at it.”
     With a big grin that turned a bit more evil as she turned away from Sandy, the woman sat on the stage and swung her legs up so she could get right next to him.
     Chad had heard the entire exchange between the woman and Sandy.  And now this woman thought she was going to feed him the bottle?  The bottle he didn’t want to drink?  He had to get the point across somehow to Sandy that there was something wrong with the bottle! But how?  “Ba ba ag bat go go!” he shouted at Sandy. 
      “There, there Baby,” Sandy replied a bit testily.  “You be good for this nice lady.  She’s offered to feed you your bottle.  The least you can do is to be good and appreciate it.”
     Before Chad could make any other reply, the woman was pulling on his arm, pulling him down from a sitting position to a laying position – with his head right in her lap.  “Ag ga ga!” he protested.  And then she was bringing the foul bottle back to his mouth.  It almost seemed like slow motion as his eyes watched that nipple coming closer and closer to his mouth.  He opened his mouth to protest one more time, and found he couldn’t because she had suddenly stuck the nipple between his lips.
      “Now be a good baby and drink it all down,” she said mockingly.
     Chad wanted to fight her, but there was no way.  He tried to turn his head to look at Sandy but he couldn’t move it very far.  He did see her out of the corner of his eye standing right in front of the stage with her arms crossed angrily in front of her.    He looked up at the woman now trying to feed him the bottle.  The woman looked – determined!
      “Now drink it down,” the woman said softly but in a no nonsense tone of voice, “because you’re not getting up from my lap till I make sure that every drop is gone from this bottle!”
     Chad didn’t know what to do.  He didn’t want to drink the foul stuff –  whatever it was.  But he had no way of protesting and no way of getting out of it. 
      “Drink!” the woman commanded softly and shook the nipple in his mouth a bit to get his attention.
     Chad had no choice at all.  No way out.  Hating it, he closed his lips tighter around the nipple and sucked.  Again the foul tasting liquid entered his mouth.  It was all he could do to swallow it. 
      “Good baby,” the woman crooned evilly.  “Very good.  You just keep drinking like that and soon it will be all gone.”
     Having no choice, Chad was forced to keep drinking.  What kind of liquor had they put in it?  Once he got used to it, it wasn’t quite as bad, but he still thought it tasted like piss. 
     The woman was delighted.  More so because she was sitting there feeding him the bottle.  She could tell he hated it, but he was so well trained that he couldn’t really protest.  He was forced to do as he was told.  What a sissy!  What an incredible sissy!  Sandy had really done a good job with this one.  She almost envied her.
     Not once, not even for a moment did she take her eyes off of him drinking the bottle.  She watched him swallow every little mouthful.  Every little drop.  And when the bottle started to run dry, she tapped it a few times to make sure he got all of it.  “There!” she said with more than a hint of satisfaction as she finally pulled the empty bottle away.  “That wasn’t so bad now, was it?”
     Not so bad?  It had been horrible.  But Chad had no way of telling her that at all.  His mouth tasted miserable.  His stomach was rolling a bit.  But he was grateful that it was finally over.  The woman let him sit up.  He was surprised that the drink hadn’t made him even more drunk.  He felt lucky about that.  The woman got up and got off the stage.  He was glad to see her go.  There was something about her that bothered him – more than most women.  He didn’t know what.  But something.
      “You better fill a few more bottles again,” Sandy said to Cassie.  “And this time, see if you can get water or something a little safer for babies.”
     Cassie smiled.  She had already apologized for getting beer the first time.  “I’ll find something better,” she replied as she picked up three empty bottles again.  A little while later, she brought them all back – filled with water.
     Chad noticed as Cassie brought back the bottles.  He also heard her telling Sandy that the bottles now contained water.  As much as he didn’t want another bottle, his mouth tasted so bad now that he would welcome anything to get the rancid taste out of it.  He held out his arms toward the bottles like a baby would do, opening and closing his fingers as he said, “A ba ba go gee!”
     Sandy looked over at Chad.  “You want another one?” she asked with some surprise.  “You didn’t even want the last one!”
      “Ag bot  ba ba!” he said, trying to make her understand that he really didn’t want it, but he needed it to rinse out his mouth!
     Sandy just looked at him skeptically.  “Or are you really just wanting someone else to feed you the bottle like that last woman?”
     Chad almost started to shake his head no, but since babies didn’t do that, he was forced to stop himself again.  Again he held out his arms and said, “Ba ba ba ba ba!”
     Sandy was a bit surprised but she picked up another bottle.  “Well, if you really think you want it already, here you go.”
     The instant Chad got the fresh bottle, he put it to his mouth and started drinking.  Ah!  Water!  So good!  So very, very good.  He downed the whole bottle quickly, but it did little to remove the taste from the last bottle he had finished.  Whatever had been in it, he had a feeling it was going to bother him all night long!
     It was only a little while later when one of the women walked up to the edge of the stage to check on him.  “Oh my God!” she cried.  “Look how wet he is already!”
     Sandy came over for a closer look.  “Yeah, he’s really peeing like crazy now.”
     The woman looked at the clock, then back at his diaper.  “I don’t remember what time I bet on!”
     Sandy watched the woman run off.  She turned back to Sissy.  “Do you want another bottle?”
     Since he couldn’t adequately reply, Chad turned his back to her and laid down on the blanket again.  How long did it take for a spinning head to calm down after drinking three beers?  No, make that two beers!  Because whatever had been in that last bottle had certainly not been beer!
     One hour and eighteen minutes into his time limit, the shout rang out triumphantly through the entire room.  “I won!  He’s leaking!”
      “I think he just set a new record,” Cassie noted to Sandy.  Sandy could only agree.
     Chad was quickly changed in front of all the women again, and then he was sat on the edge of the stage just like before.  And the winning woman fed him another two jars of baby food.  He was still hungry – famished, despite all he had been drinking.  But the best part of the baby food was that it helped to get rid of the lousy taste that was still in his mouth.  Some of it anyway.  Two jars of baby food wasn’t nearly enough. 
     A little while later, he noticed that the room was starting to clear out.  Sandy came up on the stage and actually changed his diaper that was far from leaking, but this time she cut slits in the covering of two of them and carefully taped three diapers onto him.  Were they finally going home?  He really hoped so.  He was fairly sure  they were going home when Sandy removed his pink baby dress and replaced it with the top to his baby doll nightie.  Home!  He just wanted to go home!  It had definitely been one of the most humiliating days of his entire life – from start to finish.
     Cassie picked up all his baby toys and folded up his blanket.  And then he was allowed to crawl off of the stage, bumping his padded bottom down the steps till he could crawl again across the large room.  Only when they reached the door, did Sandy tell him he could stand up and walk.  He got to his feet, but his still spinning head made him a bit unsteady for a moment.  But he made it, and with Sandy once again holding his hand, walked all the way back to Cassie’s car. 
     He was so glad when they home.  So glad when Sandy let him into his apartment.  So glad when she took his shoes off him and helped him into bed.  And even more glad when she only gave him one baby bottle of water to drink before he went to sleep.  He was still peeing like he had never peed before.  Totally helplessly.
      “Good night Sissy,” Sandy said with a slight giggle.  “You were very good tonight… mostly.”
     Chad knew what that mostly referred to.  But there was nothing he could do about it now.  He just wanted to go to sleep.
     Sandy said goodnight one last time before she turned off his light and he heard her opening and closing his apartment door.  What a day!  What a horrible, humiliating… wonderful day!

The Bet - Chapter 50 (Saturday – week 7 part 9 of 10)

The Bet
by Karen Singer

Chapter 50 (Saturday – week 7 part 9 of 10)

     Chad was getting so tired!  The loud music, the hot stage lights, and mostly the women who kept coming right up to him to laugh or to just check his diaper.  And he had to keep acting like a total infant the entire time!  Just once he’d like to tell some of these women off!  But Sandy and Cassie both were keeping an awfully close eye on him and he didn’t dare.  Not that it mattered anyway.  No matter what he said to these women, he didn’t think they would listen to him anyway.  Not after seeing him looking and acting like the total fool that he now knew he was.  He felt so… helpless!  Like a baby.
     He had noticed that the number of women around him had tapered off greatly.  They only came around once in a while now to check on the state of his diaper.  Many of them actually asked him to move so they could see it better.  Some of them were bold enough to put their hands all over it and feel it.  And more than one was bold enough to rub hard on his chastity device as if to try to stimulate him inside.  The mean looks in their eyes told him they each knew he couldn’t succeed.  If it wasn’t for that chastity device, he’d probably enjoy it.  Probably a lot!  But as it was, it was nothing but a useless exercise on their part.  Mel had rendered him incapable of getting any kind of reaction there.  For all intents and purposes his penis was now useless – like the baby he was supposed to be.  It might as well not even be there, as if she had removed it physically and actually rendered him female.  He was feeling close enough anyway. 
     Emasculated.  Regressed.  Reduced.  Humiliated.  And Laughed At.  And he guessed he deserved every bit of it.
     One of the women who had been by a few times to check his diaper came back.  “Move over here Sugar.  Let me check you again.”
     Chad was too close to crawl, so he just rolled over to the edge of the stage and let the woman feel his diaper.  She examined it closely and even made him roll over to inspect the other side.  “Hey Sandy,” she called.  “Does this look like it’s leaking to you?”
     Sandy was there quickly.  “Nope,” Sandy finally decided.  “Not yet.  He’s soaked, but not leaking yet.”
      “Shit!” the woman exclaimed.  “Get him another bottle!  It’s coming up on the time I guessed!”
     Sandy had to dig through his diaper bag to find a bottle that was still full.  Despite putting so many bottles in the bag, she had made him drink so many that they were mostly all empty.  She handed the full bottle to the woman.  “Do you want to give it to him?”
     The woman took it and smiled and turned back to Sissy.  “Open up Baby.  You must be thirsty!”
     Chad was anything but thirsty.  He was drowning!  But instead of handing him the bottle, the woman knocked his hands away and held it while he started sucking on it. 
      “That’s it Baby.  You just keep drinking like that.  The more the better.  And don’t slow down!”
     Sandy picked up one of the empty bottles from his bag and turned to Cassie.  “We’re going to have to find something to refill these with.  We’re almost out!”
      “You’re kidding!  Is it healthy for him to drink that much?”
     Sandy shook her head.  “I don’t know.  Maybe not.  But the way everyone seems to be betting on him, we dare not run out.  I’ve been trying to cut back though to give him a rest.”
     Cassie nodded.  “I noticed, and I think it’s a good thing.  Here, let me take a few of them and see if Greta has anything she can put in them.”  She grabbed three of the empty baby bottles and carried them up to the bar. 
      “What’cha need?” Greta asked a moment later as she saw Cassie set the bottles down on the bar. 
      “Something to fill these with,” Cassie replied.  “We brought a lot with us, but he’s having to drink so much that we’re running out.”
     Since Cassie didn’t specify what to fill them with, Greta took the bottles to the other end of the bar where her beer taps were and filled them.  Then she brought them back to Cassie.  Cassie saw what was in them and was shocked, but she realized she should have been more specific in her instructions.  Babies weren’t normally given beer to drink!  She just hoped that Sandy wouldn’t be mad. 
      “More bottles for the baby?” a woman asked as she walked up next to Cassie. 
     Cassie recognized her as an old friend.  There was another woman with her too who Cassie didn’t like as much because she had a feeling the second woman had a bit of a mean streak.  She did her best to be polite the other woman while trying to basically ignore her and talk to the one she did like.   
     The second woman realized she was being left out of the conversation.  As she stood there with nothing to do, she saw all the bottles on the bar in front of Cassie.  “Are they for the baby?” she asked, interrupting the conversation.
     Cassie nodded.  “Yeah, I guess I need to take them back.”
      “I can do it for you if you like.  I don’t mind.”
     Cassie was surprised, but grateful.  “Would you?  That would be great!”
     With a smile, the woman picked up all three bottles filled with beer and headed toward the table where Sandy was.  But she held two bottles in one hand, and hid the other one behind her full skirt.  “Cassie sent these over,” she told Sandy as she got to the table, and set the two bottles down.
      “Beer?” Sandy looked up at the woman.  “Cassie should know better!  But I guess beggars can’t be choosers.  He’ll just have to drink it.”  She looked at the two bottles.  “I thought I had sent three for her to fill.”
      “I don’t know,” the woman replied.  “But I can go back and check for you.”
      “Thanks,” Sandy replied as she held up one of the now amber colored bottles.  With a shrug she set it down again. 
     The woman headed off, still hiding the third baby bottle.  But she didn’t go back to the bar with it, she went into the ladies room instead.  A few minutes later she came out feeling excited and happy.  She noticed that Cassie was still talking to her friend at the bar.  Good!  Halfway across the room she stopped hiding the third bottle and held it openly in her hand as she went back to Sandy.  “I found it,” she said.  “My fault,” she exclaimed.  “I had only picked up two of them and I guess Greta was still filling this one.”  She set the bottle down next to the other two and noticed that the slightly frosted color of the plastic made all three bottles look the same.  The one she had just set down though felt a bit warmer – but it was cooling rapidly.
      “Oh thanks!” Sandy replied.  “I appreciate that so much.  I keep getting people asking me to make sure he drinks more since his deadline is coming up.  So I guess I’m going to need it.”
      “No problem,” the woman replied.  She walked away, but she started keeping a closer eye on what Sissy was drinking.
     As Sissy’s deadline grew nearer and nearer, more and more women started surrounding him.  Over and over again they prodded at his diaper – some of them hoping that their prodding would make him leak.  But it wasn’t happening – yet.  Someone started watching the clock closer, and then in the last thirty seconds, she counted down the final seconds, her voice growing louder and more excited with each second.
     Chad felt defeated – again!  It didn’t take a rocket scientist to tell him he had failed to get his diaper leaking – again.  An hour and forty-five minutes was simply not enough time, no matter how much he knew he was peeing.  Some diapers were just stubborn!  It wasn’t his fault!  Yet he knew without a doubt that he was going to get punished all the same. 
     When his bottle was finished, Sandy quickly handed him another one.  But this one was filled with yellow liquid instead of Mel’s brownish looking tea.  He took a quick sip.  Beer!  Yuck!  He hated beer!  But maybe it would help him to keep peeing so he wouldn’t get punished too badly.  Besides, if Sandy handed it to him to drink, then he didn’t have much choice in the matter.  He put it back to his lips and continued sucking on the thing, even though he didn’t like it.
     In the crowd, there was one woman watching his face closer than any of the others.  She had seen his reaction when he had tasted what was in the bottle.  He didn’t like it, she could tell that much for sure.  Had it been her “special” bottle?  Or was it that he hadn’t been expecting to be drinking beer?  She really didn’t know.  Hopefully, she would be able to tell one way or the other before the night was over.
     It was six full minutes after his deadline before one of the women detected the leak – as slight as it was.  “Six minutes!” Sandy declared.  “She looked straight at Sissy.  “That’s thirty swats with the paddle!”
     Paddle?  Chad was confused.  What paddle?  But then he saw Cassie pull out the same paddle with the holes in it that Jillian and Stacy had used on him at their apartment.  A different kind of fear invaded his insides. 
      “I won!” One of the women proclaimed.  “Let me have that thing!”
     Cassie handed over the paddle while Sandy climbed the stage with a couple of extra diapers in her hand.  “How do you want him?” she asked.
      “Bare bottomed for sure!” the woman replied.
      “Just let me spread these out under him,” Sandy told her.  “He’s probably going to pee a number of times while you’re spanking him.”
     Sandy spread open the diapers she had brought with her.  Then she removed Sissy’s soggy diaper and made him crawl over top of the new ones.
      “Turn him so we can see better!” someone in the crowd yelled.
     Sandy turned Chad around so that his now bare backside was facing all the women.  The woman with the paddle took up her position proudly at Sissy’s side and held the paddle triumphantly up for everyone to see.  “Ready?” she called to the audience.  Then, taking careful aim, she brought the paddle down with a hard loud smack right across Sissy’s backside.  The audience cheered!
     Chad was in shock!  The pain was horrendous!  He involuntarily crawled a bit forward in response to it as his backside suddenly felt nothing but pain!  But Sandy was right there and she backed him up again.
      “One!” the woman with the paddle declared.  Then she swung it again!
     The second blow was just as bad as the first, even though he knew what to expect now.  Why was he going through this?  It wasn’t his fault that his diaper hadn’t leaked on time.  Blame the diaper!  By her fifth stroke, the pain was so bad that he was down from his hands and knees to his elbows and knees as he tried to keep himself from crying.  By the ninth blow, he gave up trying not to cry.  By the fifteenth blow he was wailing so loudly he just knew that somebody would take pity on him, but the blows kept coming – slowly, but steadily, and all too strong!  By the twentieth blow, his knees gave out and he tried to lay down flat instead, but again Sandy was right there, forcing him now to pull his knees up under him.  He was so miserable he couldn’t even think of resisting.  And then the blows continued.  All the way to thirty.  All the way to unendurable.  And all of it in front of he didn’t know how many cheering women. 
He considered every one of those women to be nothing but cruel – especially the one wielding the paddle!  But then he knew they were all drunk – not only on alcohol, but on the excitement of what was being done – to him!  To them it was all in the name of having a good time.
     Totally miserable, he let Sandy roll him over so that he was laying on his burning backside.  He felt her pulling one of the diapers up between his legs.  Even though it was a disposable diaper, he could tell that it was already wet from where he had lost control during his beating.  And a minute later, she was sitting him up again, right on his miserable backside, and scooting him up to sit on the edge of the stage.  He was still sobbing miserably – he couldn’t help it and as much as he would like to stop, he couldn’t.  He was also fidgeting back and forth because the position he was in wasn’t the most comfortable with the itching raw pain all over his bottom. 
     Sandy yelled out a time into the room for his next leaking deadline.  And Chad noticed a scurry of activity among the women again.  Why couldn’t they just go home now?  He had been here for what seemed like forever.  But it seemed that he was doomed to endure yet more before the night was over.
     As hungry as he was, seeing Sandy coming at him with more baby food was the last thing he wanted to see.  He tried to stop his crying, but so far, he wasn’t having much success.  He wasn’t sobbing as loudly, but he was still crying. 
      “Here you go Baby,” Sandy said kindly to him.  “This will make you feel better.”
     Chad had to force himself to open his mouth enough for her to get the spoon in.  But with all the crying he was doing, he felt some of the food he had just taken in, spilling back out again through his lips.  He swallowed, and Sandy immediately brought the spoon back again with more baby food, and he was forced to open his mouth to eat it.  This time, he got it all… he hoped.  And when he was done with another two jars, Sandy let him crawl back further on his blanket and lay down, where she handed him another baby bottle – of beer.  Yuck!
     And in the audience, one pair of eyes watched him drinking his latest bottle.  His reaction hadn’t been all that great this time.  She figured that this bottle had to be beer for sure.  But had his first one been beer?  She wasn’t sure yet. 

The Bet - Chapter 50 (Saturday – week 7 part 8 of 10)

The Bet
by Karen Singer

Chapter 50 (Saturday – week 7 part 8 of 10)

     As far as Gloria was concerned, after dinner they could have gone straight back to her place, or her office, or his place for that matter.  But she let him take him to his “favorite” club instead.  She was starting to feel a bit tipsy from the drinks, but she didn’t really care.  She was having a great time with him.  Once she had finally managed to get the conversation away from Mel, he was wonderfully attentive and really charming.  And… fun!  She hadn’t danced so much since she was a kid!

     The steaks were good, even though the redness of Derek’s steak made her a bit queasy to look at.  But it seemed he liked his steaks mostly raw – Ugh!  Derek wasn’t nearly as attentive or charming as Ray had been, but still, there was something about him that she seemed to be instantly comfortable with.  Since she had gotten all dressed up tonight, Derek pulled a sport jacket out of the back seat of his truck before they went into the restaurant. She found she liked it on him, especially the casualness of it.  Casual, but sophisticated. 
     Instead of talking about her all the time as Ray had done, he talked mostly about himself, or rather, his job which she gathered was his whole life.  She fully understood.  Wasn’t she the same way?  And surprisingly, the time slipped by faster than she thought.  If it wasn’t for the waiter starting to cautiously press them to pay their bill and move on, they might have stayed there much longer. 
      “So where to?” Derek asked.  “Would you like a drink somewhere?  Or I know where a few clubs are, we could try one of those.  I know you like to dance.”
     But after the quiet comfortable conversation of dinner, Mel wasn’t really in the mood for anything loud.  And as much as she liked wine, she didn’t feel the need for anything intoxicating.  “I don’t know,” she replied.  “Something quiet I think.”
      “Quiet?”  Derek had no idea – other than his bedroom, which hopefully wouldn’t be all that quiet after they got there. 
      “Yeah,” Mel replied feeling a bit mellow.  “I just want to… maybe walk around a bit.”
     Derek wasn’t at all sure about that, especially in the city, especially at night.  “Okay,” he replied uncertainly.  “Let’s see what we can find.” 
     The comfortable conversation from dinner continued in his comfortable SUV as Derek drove around, looking for someplace… decent, where they could take a walk.

      “He’s leaking!” one of the women at the edge of his stage yelled out loudly.  “What time is it?”
     Chad felt totally embarrassed.  They had been making him sit there with his legs splayed wide apart for quite a while now while all the drunk women gawked at him and kept watch for any sign of leakage.  And he was so tired of drinking bottle after bottle that he wanted to cry just because of that! 
      “I win!” he heard someone in the background exclaim. 
     Chad couldn’t have cared less about who had won.  He just wanted to get out of there – which he knew wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.  And he was still hungry!  Why hadn’t Sandy fed him any dinner?  Baby bottles full of Mel’s lousy green tea didn’t help! 
     Amid lots of noise in the background, Sandy soon appeared on the stage next to him with a fresh diaper in her hand.  “Just lay back, Baby, and we’ll get you changed right away,” she said. 
     Chad couldn’t believe it… no, he could believe it.  A number of women were now leaning over the stage to watch closer as he was getting changed.  And the position that Sandy had him in, put his crotch right in front of them where they could see – everything!  He felt Sandy pulling all the tapes open, then she cautiously pulled the front of the diaper down between his legs.  But the moment she did, one of the women right in front of him screamed loudly.  She had seen his stupid chastity device!  A moment later, they were all clamoring to have a look at it.
      “Wait a minute,” Sandy finally told them.  “If I don’t get a fresh diaper under him then there’s going to be a mess.”  It took her only moments to pull the soaking wet diaper out from under him and slide a fresh one in its place. But she only brought the thing up between his legs, she didn’t fasten it.  She looked around for a good way to do what she wanted to do now.  She quickly noticed the front of the stage that was crowed with women, many of whom were leaning far enough over that they could have diapered him themselves.  “Here, Baby,” she said, “sit up for me now.”
     Sit up?  Chad wasn’t sure he had heard her right!  She hadn’t even started to fasten the diaper tapes yet!  But with her pulling on his arm, he sat up.
      “Okay, now scoot up so that you’re sitting on the edge of the stage.”
     Chad knew he didn’t hear that right.  There was no way she had just told him to sit on the edge of the stage.  But he soon found her hand on his back, pushing him slightly in that direction while her other hand held the front of his diaper over top of his chastity device in case he started peeing.  Chad had no choice but to scoot the little bit so that his legs were now dangling over the edge of the stage.  There were so many women so close to him now that he didn’t know what to make of it.  He was scared – he knew that much!
      “Okay ladies,” Sandy said loud enough so that they all could hear over the music.  “I’m going to uncover this thing, but I have to warn you, there’s no telling when he may start squirting.  So if you’re standing in front of him, it’s at your own risk!”  Then, very slowly and carefully – to make sure he wasn’t peeing just then, she pulled the front of his diaper down, totally exposing his chastity device.  It was as if the women hadn’t heeded her warning at all.  Immediately, several of them reached out to touch the thing or to even pull on it or wiggle it back and forth.
     And then, one of them near the side said “Hey!  Look at his nails.  What’s on them?”
     Before Chad knew it, someone had grabbed his left arm and was pulling it out so she could see his fingernails.  A moment later, someone was holding his right arm too!  He felt more than trapped!  Stuck sitting on the edge of the stage, women holding his right arm and examining his nails there, women holding his left arm and examining the nails on that hand.  And the ones in the middle fondling and playing with his chastity device.  It was no wonder he let loose with another uncontrollable gush of pee.  Someone quickly pulled the front of his diaper over it, but not soon enough.  He expected to hear the woman in front of him complaining, but all she did was to laugh – along with everybody else.  How ashamed was it possible for a person feel?  He had a pretty good idea just then.
     It was a little while before someone finally asked.  “Hey, when does he have to be leaking again?”
     Sandy looked up at the clock and after a bit of consideration, named a time. 
     But Cassie realized what she had done.  Hurriedly, she whispered, “But that’s only an hour and a half!  Mel always gives him an hour forty-five!”
      “I know,” Sandy replied quietly.  “But he’s managed to make it in just over an hour and a half the last two times now.  And everybody wants to see it.  No sense ending the party just yet.”
     Cassie said nothing more about that.  Instead she asked.  “Are you going to feed him now?”  To which, Sandy only nodded with a big grin on her face.
      “Okay, Ladies,” Sandy said, as she interrupted the gawking of the women at the edge of the stage.  “We need to get him diapered again.”  Immediately, there were shouts as to what time they thought he was going to be leaking.  Sandy smiled.  The impromptu betting pool was certainly attracting a lot of attention.
     Instead of pulling Sissy back from where he was sitting on the edge of the stage, she just had him lay back instead.  Since the diaper was already under him, all she had to do was to do was to pull it up and fasten the tapes.  Then she had him sit up again, right where he was.  “Don’t forget to drool!” she whispered in his ear.  She walked off the stage and left him to the hands of the women right there.  A couple of them reached out and felt his diaper.  One of them ran her hands over the fabric of his dress.  Chad wasn’t at all pleased by their attention.  Not one bit.
     Sandy got down off the stage and searched through one of the bags she had brought with her.  She pulled out two jars of baby food and a tiny rubber coated baby spoon.  Then she pushed her way through the women.  “Are you hungry baby?” she asked Sissy as soon as she could get close enough.
     Chad was very hungry.  But his only reply was to say, “Ag ak op up boo!” as emphatically as possible, to which all the women laughed.  He didn’t care.  He was hungry, and he didn’t want another baby bottle!
      “Give him another bottle!” Someone shouted from behind her. 
     But Sandy ignored the woman and opened up the first jar of baby food instead.  She dug the tiny spoon into the jar and pulled out some green colored mush. 
     Chad was hungry and he immediately not only opened his mouth wide to get it, he leaned forward go get it sooner – at which, the women started laughing at him again.  Food!  Baby food, but it was still food!  And he was starving!  He swallowed it all too quickly and opened his mouth as if to show Sandy that he was ready for more.
      “Let me feed him!” one of the women asked.
      “No, I want to do it!” another women interjected.
      “No me!” A third woman added.  “I won the pool.   I think I should get to feed him!”
     Sandy looked at the three women.  She looked longer at the one who had won the betting.  With a smile, she turned the spoon and jar of baby food over to the woman so she could feed Sissy.  The minute she did, she could hear more women betting on what time he would start wetting.  After realizing what was going on, Sandy decided to make a small change in her plans.  “I’ll let the next winner either feed him if he makes it on time,” she called out.  “Or if he doesn’t make it, then the winner can punish him instead!”  She was rewarded by a lot of enthusiastic noise from everyone!  And the betting picked up once more.

     Gloria had had enough dancing.  She had enough drinking too.  If she didn’t get him into bed soon then she would be too wasted to really enjoy him.  And since she was fairly sure she would probably never see him again, she was determined to make the absolute most of her time with him – especially in bed, the one place where she felt her life suffered the most!  “Take me out of here,” she said to him as the dance ended and she quickly wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled his neck.
     Ray got the message loud and clear.  It was about time too!  “Where to?” he asked politely as soon as they had gotten out of the building and away from the loud music. 
     Gloria considered that.  With a bit of a wicked smile she asked, “Would you like to see my couches?”
     Ray needed no further prompting than that and before long, he was driving through the city as Gloria gave him directions.  Her office turned out to be a stand-alone brick building.  Small, but adequate, he figured.  He parked in her small parking lot right in front of the door.  But as she was unlocking that door, his eyes noticed the lettering on the glass sidelight right next to the door.  Just below her name, was a list of her degrees, including one that said PhD.  Something about that startled him.  “Doctor?” he asked.
     Gloria mentally cursed.  She just hoped he wasn’t one of those guys who was turned off by smart women.  She pulled him close to her and asked, “Is that a problem for you?”  Then she kissed his lips passionately. 
      “No problem at all,” he replied as her kiss ended.  The kiss had been enough to make him mostly forgot all about the fact that she had any kind of degree at all.  A minute later, she had opened the door and he followed her inside – and watched as she locked the door again behind them. 
      “This way,” Gloria said with that same sexy smile on her face.  She led the way to her first room where she turned on the light.  “This is where I usually do most of my sessions,” she told him.
     Ray looked around.  The room was nicely decorated, but had very little furniture in it other than a strange looking contoured couch covered in black leather.  There was another small chair in the room too, but it was pushed out of the way.  As he looked around at what little there was to see, he heard her close the door to the room.
     Gloria reached up and grabbed his head in her hands.  She pulled him down so she could kiss his lips.  She rubbed her body a bit against his.  “Want to try the couch?” she asked.
     His answer was a foregone conclusion!

      “That’s an interesting one,” Mel said as she pointed to the painting they were passing. 
     Derek looked, “Very nice,” he agreed, although he really couldn’t have cared less about it.  He had lucked out by finding this art gallery that was still open.  Not that he was into paintings, he wasn’t!  He couldn’t have cared less about art.  But he had seen the lights on as he drove past, and now he and Mel were walking slowly around the gallery, her arm linked in his as if they had been a couple for many years.  It felt nice.  Nice enough that he was willing to prolong the experience as much as possible. 
     Mel was enjoying herself.  The Derek she had seen on the double date with Sissy was a different man than the Derek she was out with now.  That other Derek had hardly spoken a word all night long.  But while they didn’t really talk all that much, she found that he was very open with her.  He wasn’t nearly as exciting or sophisticated as Ray had been, but that wasn’t anything she could hold against him.  He was simply… different. 
     They reached the end of the gallery.  It hadn’t been all that big to begin with. 
      “I think that’s it,” Derek noted as they found themselves right back where they started.  “Do you want me to take you home?” he asked politely.  But where he really wanted to take her was back to his place.
     Mel nodded.  “Yes please.  I think it’s time.”
     Derek was disappointed, but he politely agreed and soon they were back in his big SUV heading back to her apartment.  He pulled into an empty parking space.  “Do you want me to walk you up to your door?”
     Wide-eyed, Mel turned to him.  “You better!”
     But it was the look in her eyes that mattered most to Derek.  He was suddenly very hopeful of his chances once again.  Her place or his place, what did it matter? 
     As Mel got out of his truck, she looked around.  Cassie’s car was still gone.  She wasn’t sure if she should be surprised by that or not.  It was late, but not that late.  Still, she was fairly sure they would be back soon.  When they got up to her door, she unlocked it and turned to him.  “You ‘are’ coming in, aren’t you?”
     Derek smiled.  “If you let me.”
     Mel pushed her door open with one hand and grabbed his sport jacket with the other.  She literally pulled him in and closed the door behind her.