Chapter 118

Timothy was first surprised, then stunned, and then dumbfounded, his mouth almost drooling.

The woman I called, Layla, obviously just took a bath, her whole body filled with a fresh fragrance, wearing a white top, a black skirt, her hair scattered behind her head, revealing the black bra, the outline of her plump, round, and sexy buttocks vaguely visible.

In that moment, the alluring curves and mature, voluptuous body of Layla made Timothy intoxicated.

I smiled and said, "Layla."

Layla nodded, smiled charmingly, exuding charm.

I looked at the watch, smirked and said, "Three minutes late, I'll have to spank you later."

Timothy gave me a thumbs-up.

Inside the bar, we sat at a four-person table where we could see the entrance, chatting and drinking quite a bit.

Later, we decided to play poker, where the loser had to agree to a request from the winner and fulfill it, or drink three bottles if unable to do so.

Timothy, with a cigarette in his mouth and eyes squinted from the smoke, glanced at me and I nodded in understanding.

Layla and Rainey, who were studying at different universities, did not know each other, so we were not worried about them teaming up.

The first round quickly ended with Timothy as the winner, thanks to our teamwork, and Layla as the loser.

"Spill it!" Layla exhaled smoke, hands on the small table, staring at Timothy and said, "Handsome, what do you want me to do?"

Timothy dressed up quite nicely, indeed pleasing to the eye. Layla openly called him handsome as if to make me jealous, but I never had that thought in the first place.

Timothy hugged Rainey, one hand on her slender thigh, touching through the black stockings, saying to Layla, "I'm a good guy, I don't want you to do perverted things."

After knowing that the luxury car Rainey just rode in belonged to Timothy, she began to act coquettishly towards him.

Now, she was in Timothy's arms, letting him do as he pleased.

Timothy stared at Layla's full chest with desire, took a sip of water as if thirsty, and then said, "But my only hobby is liking women's clothes. Just take off one piece of your clothing and give it to me, and that's it."

Layla was only wearing a thin dress and a skirt. When Timothy asked Layla to take off her clothes, he was clearly asking her to reveal her underwear.

I wonder which piece she will take off?

Timothy's eyes gleamed as he stared at her.

Layla's figure was curvaceous, with long legs and prominently protruding breasts.

In my eyes, she could score an eight out of a ten.

Of course, this was also because my standards were getting higher. In Timothy's eyes, Layla was a stunning beauty scoring nine.

"Okay." Layla slammed the table, stood up decisively, lifted her long thigh, and stepped on the small square table with her black knee-high boots. Then she unzipped it, revealing her legs wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, and said with a smile, "I wouldn't indulge you if are not so handsome."

"Wait." Timothy, holding back the drool about to fall, said, "Boots are not clothing, you know!"

Meanwhile, Rainey was leaning on his shoulder, one hand inside his shirt, caressing.

"Who said I was going to take off my boots?" Layla firmly grabbed her boot and took it off.

A dainty foot in a silk stocking was revealed to everyone, with bright red nail polish on her toes visible through the sheer stockings.

Then Layla pulled up her skirt, revealing the lace-trimmed stocking top. Her thumb went into the stocking top, slowly rolling it down, and took off the thin stockings.

She lifted the stocking top with one hand, raised her arm, and a long strip of stocking fell down. She let go of her fingers and the stocking dropped onto the square table, and I could smell a hint of her body fragrance from it.

Then she soon took off her other stocking onto the table.

Layla put her boots back on, sat down, took a sip of beer, and said, "Let's go on with the cards! Handsome, take the stockings. They're yours now. Go back and jerk off while sniffing them, it must be very exciting!"

Seeing that his plan didn't work, Timothy felt somewhat helpless but had to continue playing cards.

In the second round, my cards were good, while Timothy looked troubled.

I should have won this round, but in the end, Layla won and Timothy lost.

This was going to be interesting!

Layla was definitely going to get back at Timothy!

" I have no interest in your clothes." Layla teasingly taunted Timothy, "How about you go up on stage and crawl around a bit and bark like a dog?"

I didn't say anything. Although it was a game, there were always rules. If we lost, we lost. Refusing to acknowledge defeat and breaking the rules was not something a man would do.

Besides, it was Timothy who came up with the idea of having Layla undress in public. Now that Layla wanted to retaliate, of course, she should have what she wanted.

Of course, I knew Layla wouldn't go too far. After all, Timothy was my friend, and she was a savvy woman.

Timothy was already quite drunk, and he would pass out before he finished the bottles.

But when he heard about having to bark like a dog, Timothy immediately looked distressed.

His pride was strong, and he would never do anything that hurt his pride. For the sake of dignity, he would do anything, even resort to violence.

"I'm thirsty, let me have a few sips of water first." Timothy picked up a glass of water and drank it in big gulps, saying, "Layla, I heard there's a striptease performance here later tonight! There's even a male strip show. Let's watch it together!"

"Don't try distracting me, our game isn't over yet," Wide-eyed, Layla persisted, "Fulfill the punishment, or drink three bottles!"

"My dear, you see, it's really embarrassing for me to bark like a dog! Can we change it to something else?" Timothy patted his chest, with a righteous tone, "As long as it doesn't hurt my dignity, anything goes. If you have someone you don't like, I'll go chop him down for you right away."

Layla smiled and remained silent, seemingly considering another punishment. Her gaze fell on the two flesh-colored stockings she had just taken off on the table.

Finally, she exhaled a puff of smoke lightly and said, "Alright! I'll let you off this time. No barking like a dog, I'll just treat you to two cups of coffee! Just make sure to drink every drop."

"Okay, deal." Timothy, fearing Layla might change her mind, immediately called out, "Excuse me! Bring us two large cups of coffee."