Page 39 of Hale's Pawn
“I see. So then, how did your girl, not mine, convince us to also do a fucking photoshoot?” Jagger asks me.
“It’s the pout. I tend to not look her in the eye when she’s doing it. She’s worse than Puss from Puss in Boots,” I reply.
Deacon shakes his head. “That’s how she convinced me to go ride my bike later? I don’t miss it,” he laughs.
“Like a motorcycle bike?” Jagger asks with excitement.
“Yeah.”
“I’m in!” Jagger says.
Ainslee takes this opportunity to walk over to where we’re sitting in the little bistro in the resort. “Do I hear a challenge?” She looks at Jagger.
Jagger takes his sweet time looking at her and he smirks doing it. “How much are we betting, little Ainslee?”
Ainslee smiles wide. “Fifteen.”
“1500? Low balling much?” Jagger teases.
“No, no, little Jagger. 15K. Your balls are on the line.” She smiles.
Jagger chuckles. “You always find ways to bring up my balls, don’t you? Hmm, we’ll see what happens when you lose.”
Ainslee smiles.
During the day,Deacon and Kimberly joined us. They didn’t want any part of being in the photoshoot, but they stuck around. Ainslee had us looking like one of the Beatles’ iconic Abbey Road album art, the one of them walking down the street. I was George, Karessa was Paul, Jagger was next as Ringo, and last, but not least, Ainslee was John. It was weird but I guess it was fun because Ainslee didn’t want us to change out of what we were wearing. I wore a t-shirt and jeans with my boots. Karessa had on a dress with heels. Jagger had on something similar to me, except his tattoos were on display, and finally, Ainslee walked with what she had on earlier, my shirt included. She made it extra by lifting her fist in the air. Now that I look at it, it’s funny that the smallest person seems to be giving out some sort ofI’ll always have your backstype of message. We took another set of Beatles pictures sitting at a coffee place like one of their photo op pictures. I was talking to Jagger, Ainslee was right by me with her feet up on the chair, sipping coffee, Jagger had an equivalence to a newspaper, his phone out, and Karessa was smiling at the camera.
After that, we went bicycle riding to the beach and yes, both Karessa and Ainslee made it a fashion statement to ride in heels. I don’t know what the hell they are on, but they’re grown enough to do what they want. When we got to the beach, it was peaceful. Walking in the sand is something that I love being able to do.We spent time there just talking and catching up with everything.
Now, we’re at Deacon’s place for an early dinner before Jagger and Ainslee have to race. Their bet is stupid, but it’s not like the money isn’t there for either of them to pay up. As we eat and relax, Jagger keeps going on his phone and Karessa looks uncomfortable. I don’t think it’s really him being on his phone, it has to be something else. I watch her for a second as she fidgets in her seat. I’m way too observant for my own good. I look at Jagger again and I catch his eye. He’s smiling wide at me and I know he’s convinced Karessa to try out some other freaky shit. I don’t say anything but it does pique my interest. I want to see if she’s going to cum right at the table or if she’s going to last long enough to get caught up in Jagger’s web later. I watch enough to not attract attention and the way Karessa is trying to hold her composure is funny to me. Sexy for sure, but still funny nonetheless. After what seems like a battle of wills, Karessa’s body somewhat relaxes then tenses up again. Karessa concentrates on her food a little too damned hard as she bites her left hand. Not even a second after that, she cums. I can just tell by the way her body seems to let go of what was shaking her up at this table. Karessa’s eyes connect with mine right before she shuts them. She should know by now that I’m very attentive. I see just about everything when it requires attention.
After dinner, Ainslee put on her riding boots that she bought and braided her hair back. Karessa and I hang back with Kimberly and Deacon. Jagger and Ainslee put on their helmets. They both get on and Jagger revs his bike. Ainslee flips him a gloved middle finger. Deacon’s brother, Mack, who appeared after dinner, signals the go ahead. Ainslee and Jagger take off fast. At first you can’t tell who’s going to win.
“Do you think Jagger will win?” Karessa whispers as she gets closer to me, brushing her body up on me.
I know she isn’t doing it on purpose but she feels the random jolt and she takes a step back. I smirk at her. “I hope he does so I can spank Ainslee for challenging my best friend.”
Karessa chuckles. “And if she wins?”
“Maybe Jagger will spank you, because he’s going to definitely be turned on.” I wink at her and she blushes.
I look back up as they come racing back. Ainslee and Jagger both pop wheelies like they’re in sync and once they’re fully back on the ground, they speed up even more, passing by us. “Who won?” Karessa asks Deacon.
Deacon laughs and whistles as the bikes slow down. They both turn around and come back to us, slowly this time. Once they stop and turn the engine off, Ainslee removes her helmet with the biggest smile on her face. She pushes the tendrils of hair back as she climbs off. “That, my good frenemy Jagger Hanlon, is 15K worth of beating your ass. Keep your chump change.”
Jagger laughs as he removes his helmet. “When did you get so good? I remember when I first taught you to ride.”
Ainslee joins him. “Fuck, you remember when I fell and scrapped the fuck out of my arm? Your mother yelled at the both of us and my dad was so proud of the scrape.”
Jagger laughs even harder. “My mother cursed me out the rest of the night because of your reckless ass.”
“It was fun though,” she admits.
“It really was,” Jagger answers back.
“Are you done with your little trip down memory lane?” I say to the both of them. These two are odd. Their love and hate relationship started the moment he dropped her on her head as a baby and when Ainslee became old enough to scrap him, they’d fight. What a hot-ass mess.
Jagger smirks. “Don’t be mad that I taught your wife how to be on top and ride well.”
