Crazy idea
1550 Words
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Noah's POV
Carl's eyes widened and for the first time since I knew him, he looked sobber.
"What do you mean the hottie with no-tipper Voldemort is your principal?"
"Substitute Principal." I corrected.
My hands were still clammy even though I'd gotten over the initial shock of seeing her at the restaurant.
She looked hot in the black dress with her hair down. Incredibly hot!
According to the bet I had with Rick, I had seven days to make that incredibly hot woman want me enough to have hot crazy s*x with me.
"Damn, dude." Carl whistled. "She's hot as balls."
I considered telling him about the bet. I was tempted to tell him about it. I needed to talk about it with someone that wasn't Will because I knew exactly what he thought about it.
It's a crazy idea. Drop it, Will's voice echoed in my head.
"Well, there's something," I said to Carl hesitating a little.
I told him about how Rick Sawyer had offered a bet of five hundred bucks if I could f**k the substitute Principal. He listened silently until I was done.
"And so I have to call him up to turn down the offer." I scoffed dropping my head low.
"Cancel what now?" His voice sounded gravelly with shock.
I repeated what I had said. There was no other way. It was stupid of me to have considered it and now I was sure after seeing her.
Carl smirked. It made him look a bit like Dracula showing fangs.
"You have to pull through with it, man." He jumped off the counter. "You've got this."
He gave me a thumbs-up, a smile, and a nod as if that somehow made it all easy.
"I don't," I said shaking my head. "I ain't got shit."
Carl didn't back down. He tried to convince me about how it was a once-in-a-lifetime deal but I wasn't buying it. Getting girls my age was a cakewalk. Girls slightly younger than me, possible. But Evelyn Buckley was a woman. That was water I hadn't set foot on before.
We argued speaking as low as we could. The back and forth showed that he wasn't going to bulge and neither was I.
"Hear me out here," Carl said controlling his voice.
I shook my head. Why should I hear him out? He was going to get him and stay in the kitchen while I risk it all trying to charm the pants off my friggin' substitute Principal. Hell no!
"Just hear me out, man."
He walked past me to the doorway to make sure no one was listening. I felt tense about what he was about to say. Knowing Carl it could be nonsense but what if,
"What if I told you there was a way? I have this friend. She is a real genius at these things. She'll turn you into the confident f*****g beast I need you to be for this to work."
I sighed. "Why do you even want this to work? What's in it for you?"
"When I was in High school." Carl paused long enough to stare off into the ceiling. "Man! Those were the days." He whistled.
He made it sound like he had been done with high school half a century and not a month ago.
"I had a thing for this teacher." He went on in an almost dreamy voice. "Mrs. Gavin."
Mrs? She was married. What else could go wrong? I thought as I sighed at his story.
"She had a beautiful body, man. Beautiful body."
"I'm sure she did," I said amused at his story.
He scoffed. "Her ass could crush the world whole."
I choked on a laugh but I held it back before it got out. He was one crazy bean, I had to give him that. Probably the craziest.
Carl stared up into the space of the ceiling probably picturing the beautiful body of Mrs. Gavin lost in his thoughts.
I coughed purposely trying to bring him out of his trance. It worked on the second try.
Carl said, "I never got a chance to get that body."
He sounded like he was truly mortified. As if his world had somehow ended with his inability to f**k his married teacher.
"I don't see how any of this helps."
He blinked at me as if I had just said something unbelievable. "It doesn't, man."
"There's someone you should meet. Come out back when your shift is over." with that he dismissed me and focused on his grill.
When I returned to the restaurant, I noticed Miss Evelyn Buckley was gone. No-tipper was sitting alone with a pitiful look on his face. He looked like he needed a hug or a bucket of ice cream.
I got off early and found Carl in the back waiting for me with a hazy look in his eyes. I couldn't tell if he was seeing me or just clouds of smoke.
He told me to follow him and I did reluctantly. I hesitated just a bit. Getting in a scooter with him could be one of the ways I end up dead. I could almost read the headlines; m*******a CARL SENDS BRIGHT YOUNG NOAH GRANT TO AN EARLY GRAVE.
I said a silent prayer as he drove us away into the night. Carl took me to an apartment building. We walked to the second floor and he knocked on the third door to the right.
A woman in a silk nightdress opened and frowned at us when she saw Carl. She looked like she must have been beautiful when she was young but now she was left with remnants of that beauty.
Her dark hair and massive breasts were two of her key qualities. She reminded me of a textbook example of what a dominatrix should look like.
"I don't have your money, Carl." She said with a grimace ready to close the door in our faces.
"I'm not here for that, Barbara. Can we come in?"
She gave me a look over and kept her face expressionless. I could still tell she wasn't happy to see us.
"Sure. Why not." She snarled. "It's not like you just disturbed my beauty sleep."
Inside the apartment wasn't what I'd expected. It was surprisingly clean and everything seemed to be in order. The sofas and furniture were state-of-the-art. I could tell the rest of the place was in a good shape too.
Carl introduced me as his colleague at work. He told her that I needed her help; her guidance to be exact to get an older woman in my bed. The request was stupid and I felt dumb that I'd followed him for this but I was shocked to see she seemed interested.
Her eyes lit up for the first time.
"I'll do it on one condition." She said.
I wasn't sure I'd heard correctly. This sexy older woman was going to help me get Evelyn Buckley. I couldn't believe it!
"Fine fine." Carl exhaled. "I'll forget the dough you owe."
She smiled and said we had a deal. Carl had done a serious favor just to make sure I succeed. He was either too high to realize what he had done or he was just crazy.
Either way, I was glad about it.
Barbara told me to come over the next day. I said I would and with that, Carl drove me home. I thanked him for what he had done but he seemed satisfied nonetheless.
That night I called Rick and told him the bet was on. I was going to get Evelyn Buckley in a week. He seemed excited and wished me luck.
I slept smiling and dreamt I was drowning in a sea filled with sand. I coughed and screamed for help but there was nothing but sand and more sand.
The more I struggled, the deeper I submerged into the sand until there was nothing but darkness. I woke up panting hard. My whole body felt tense and I stayed up the whole night.
Barbara Vincente had been a famous pornstar during her days. Now she was doing little low-income modeling jobs just to stay afloat.
She seemed much more pleased to see me that morning. I was a bit nervous being around her. Her sensual energy was strong; too strong.
"Relax, Noah. Why are you so tense." She said glaring deep at me.
I took deep steady breaths. There was no need to be nervous yet I couldn't help it.
"Come here." She said gesturing to the space beside her.
I hesitated long enough to fly to the and back. She was patient with me and eventually, I sat beside her.
"That's your first mistake. Never let a woman tell you what to do. It means you're either clueless or spineless." She eyed me. "Or worse. Both."
Barbara smiled at me. She had a lovely smile.
"It might have worked with your girls in high school but in the real world, it won't."
Her words made sense. I nodded as I listened to her and dissolved her deep words of wisdom.
Then she said something that shut my brain off completely. It made my heart race madly and scrambled my brain altogether.
"Take off my clothes."
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