He hoped she was satisfied. The bet she had demanded he make with her had been a silly one, and she, somehow, had won. And he felt stupid.
They'd been at the restaurant, having dinner. She was giggly after a couple drinks, she'd never been able to handle liquor. It didn't take much to pickle her 105 pounds, while his 220 took lots more. He was unsurprised when she started betting him ridiculous things. Which was fuller, salt or pepper? Which would be set down first, his dinner or hers? Whose steak would be closer to the picture? On, and on, and on. The only thing which would sober her would be a nap.
The final bet was outrageous. She bet that without complaining she could get the meal free. What would they bet? She promised if he won, she'd give him a blowjob.... something which with her were few and far between. And if she won? Well, she didn't want to tell him, but it wouldn't be illegal, immoral, or painful. What the hell? He knew she wouldn't win, and he wanted the blowjob.
Long and short of it, she won, never mind now. And he had just finished walking the length of the regional mall wearing only her bikini.