The Bet

This is a first, 1/2 hour before the game and we are ready to go.”

My wife gave me a big hug, and then mentioned “Ashley and Kelly have to speak to you a moment”

I groaned, Ashley and Kelly where two of our friends, and Ashley was the worlds biggest colts fan, and Kelly was a Saints fan, and had been shouting “who dat” for the last month. They where fast friends, even if in many ways they shouldn’t of been. Ashley was tall, in fact, looked eye to eye with most men, thin, with curves in the right places, long curely dark hair, and deep blue eyes. Kelly was olive toned, 5’4 and rounded in all right spots, and while not fat, might be fat at 40 with her genes, but she currently was a gorgeous 24 year old, green eyed and with long, slightly wavy dark hair. Ashley was super smart, while Kelly excelled in Public relations, but while they should of hated each other, they where as I said, fast friends.

They came in, I noticed something was off, both where a bit red in the cheeks, and I could tell they had already started the party.

“How can I help you girls?”

The girls looked at each other, then Kelly began.

“Well, remember when we found on your computer? you know, those drawings?”

“The Dolcetts? Yes, me and my wife enjoy looking at them.”

“Well, me and Ashley, (and Ashley interrupted with a “its Ashley and I Kelly”) we where thinking, we have a bet going, since the first of the season, that if the Saints and Colts ever played in the superbowl, we would do a big bet. And we decided what we want to bet on.”

“Yes, are you trying to blackmail me into loaning my boat or something?”

Ashley and Kelly looked at each other and laughed, then shook their heads no.

“What we where thinking is that if the Saints win, Ashley gets snuffed and cooked, and if the Colts win, I get snuffed and roasted.”

I am not the drinking type, but I opened up a beer and took a swig. “Are you sure girls, I mean, a bet is a bet, and this would be cruel if you just pulling my leg.”

Ashley smiled “we thought of that, and if we get cold feet, here is two envelopes, if the looser welshes on the bet, then you can do whatever you want to do with the photos. If we don’t, well those photos do not matter.”

I looked at the girls, I confirmed that each of them knew that what this means, that it wasn’t a game and that it would be final. Each of the girls confirmed this, and then Ashley made the comment “I can’t wait to see how he decides to snuff you, as your saints are going DOWN!”

“You wish, you won’t be able to stop the Saints offense, and when the game over, I can’t wait, I hope I see you hang, your long legs kicking as he pulls you up.”

“Kelly, in your dreams, you and your saints are going to be jambalaya by the end of the game.”

I stood there in silence, the superbowl was going to be a fun game. I wasn’t sure who I would be wanting to win.


After watching the half-time show, and explaning to the girls that the who where a decent band back in the day, I went to refill the chips, Ashley came in and said “By the way, I have a great jambalaya that uses pork, I am sure you could substitute Kelly’s meat with no problem.”

“Now Ashley, before you go and decide how to cook up Kelly, your team better win, or you will be noosed and hanging.”

“Fat chance, Colts all the way!”

Ashley wasn’t so happy when the Saints opened up with a onside kick to open the 2nd half, and I had to enplane that yes, it was legal to do that when it wasn’t in the fourth quarter. It was still all fun and games till the fateful interception, and Ashley went pale as it was run back for a touchdown. By the end of the game Kelly was giving me and my wife a huge hugs, and Ashley looked sick.

I looked over Ashley, her face was oval under a cap of hair that was brown and free flowing, eyes set wide, a deep blue. The nose was long, but not large, and her mouth wide and generous. Her figure was good but scant: Tall and with curves gone to slimness. I rubbed her back, she was silent, a few tears running down her face. There was some unspoken words, and while Kelly celebrated, and my wife went down to the basement, I took Ashley to the bedroom.

It was not a fancy sex, she pulled her pants down to her knees, and bent over, and I quickly opened my pants and entered, she was a bit dry at first, but soon she was moist. It was frantic, one of my hands on her shoulder guiding her, the other cupping a shirt covered breast as it swung as we had quick, nearly silent sex, She came first, suddenly arching her back and making quiet mewing noises, she fell to her knees and finished me with her mouth, swallowing every last drop.

There was a moment of silence, then Ashley laughed, I asked what it was, and after she stopped laughing, she just said “you know how many boyfriends of mine never got in my mouth?” It was a silly giggle that turned to a sob. I pulled up my pants and got her a box of tissues, and then sat down on the bed next to her.

“I didn’t think I was going to loose, I really didn’t, I mean, the Colts where supposed to win, they had Payton Manning! And now…”

I kissed her on the cheek, and told her that I would be outside. She grabbed hold of my hand, and held it for a long time. I knew not to leave, then she took a few breaths, and then said “I think I am ready, though I might get weak kneed when its, time.”

She walk outside, and nearly passed out when she saw my wife tying the noose. I cought her and got her to a seat. She didn’t try to run, and I helped my wife put the rope over the rafter and tie it down. Ashley sat there, looking at the noose, two sets of tears went down her face.

Then she got up, crossed her arms, and took off her sweater and shirt in one motion. Revealing a blue bra that was straining to hold in her chest. She was always bookish, and I was transfixed as her chest bobbled as she undid her belt and opened her jeans. She stood there for a moment, one that I will always remember, in blue bra, open jeans with a belt buckle flopping as she took off her boots. A few moments later, her bra was off, her brown nipples at attention, her breasts heavy in the good sense. Not large, but not small, a honest larger B-cup, perhaps a smaller C cup chest, but I was too mesmerized to really pay much attention as I saw the dark triangle of her hair come into view. She stood there, for a moment she tried to cover herself, then she dropped her arms to the side. I admired all six foot of her, then before she had second thoughts, I took her wrists and cuffed them behind her back.

My wife asked what size shoe she wore, and soon enough Ashley was in a pair of three inch heels, nothing excessive, but it gave her rear amazing form, and accented her tallness. Me and my wife had to gently nudge her forward, she hesitated, then took three steps forward, I saw her hands where shaking, and she was covered in goosebumps as I got behind her and moved her hair. She tried to bolt when she felt the rope, but I held her tight. She was shaking, and I told her simply “it is too late now, your cuffed and noosed, enjoy your last dance Ashley.

She stood there, I watched as her whole body was shaking, admiring her long legs and sleek form. I waited till she breathed in, then I pulled her up.

Her eyes flew open, shocked that it really was happening, legs kicking. Kelly had to duck as a well aimed high heel flew out and nearly hit her in the head. Ashley legs where pinwheeling, almost like she was riding a bicycle, then doing scissors as she started to slowly rotate clockwise on the rope. Her eyes where bright, wide, neck tensed as she fought the rope. her breasts of of course where bobbing, and soon she was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Ashley Face was already red, and her lips turning blue when she started to twist counter-clockwise, her hips giving thrusts in desperate plea for help. I kept holding on to the rope. I watched her hands flittering around in the cuffs, desperate for some sort of release. She gave a long tense and release, and when I saw her face and neck again as she rotated to face me, I could see her neck had relaxed, and the rope was biting hard into her neck, she began to go clockwise again when she was rotated away from me, and I admired her fine backside, then as she rotated to me I could see the fight was gone. her face was blue, and I looked into her eyes as the lost, then regained, then forever lost there focus. I looked down and saw the other heel fall. there was a few shutters, then the death signs. Kelly put a stethoscope to Ashley chest, then her eyes got wide.

“She gone, she really gone!”

I carried the dead weight that was few minutes before a young women and took her to the basement. I put her on the cleaning table, and as my wife and Kelly carried out the other clean up activities, I beheaded Ashley remains with a AX, and drained her of her blood. Then I sat down, cleaned her, and then cut her to parts. I made sure we would use everything of Ashley, even if it was just sausage, soap, and fertilizer. when the last cuts where in the freezer, I fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

That night for dinner we had Kelly over for dinner. Ashley jambalaya recipe was very good it turned out, she was correct that bushmeat was a great replacement for the pork. As I was eating I was thinking that March Madness was soon to happen, and who i could get to do the big bet. ————————————————–