The Bet

I met her at a party. It was a party I'll never forget. Because she won't 
let me. Her name is Maxine and she is my everything. I'm not in love with 
her. Far from it. As a matter of fact, I hate her. When I say she is my 
everything, I mean she is my boss, my Goddess, in short, my Master. And 
I'd do anything to change it. Only I can't. This is what happened.
I saw her drinking with a few of her friends. Maxine is 5'10" and around 
145 pounds with short black hair in a pretty loop that goes around to her 
chin. She was wearing a black mini skirt that showed off her athletic body. 
I had a few too many to drink that night and I was feeling pretty good. So 
good that I thought I had a chance with her. I didn't. But I came up to her 
in front of her friends and tried to start a conversation. Her friends were 
kind of laughing at me and Maxine picked right up on this. She said real 
quick, "Loser said what?" I didn't hear her that well so I said, "What?" Her 
friends started cracking up and it was then I realized what she had said. 
It was a childish trick but it infuriated me. So I said back, "Bitch says 
what?" Her friends stopped laughing. As I turned away, she pushed me in the 
back and said, "I don't know, Bitch. What did you say, Bitch?" I could tell 
a scene was about to happen and even though I was drunk I didn't want to 
start trouble with a girl. Especially because I didn't know if she had a 
muscle-head boyfriend or not. Me being 5'10" as well but 180 pounds, I 
wasn't scared of her. Not to mention the fact that I'm a guy and she's a 
girl. But being that she was so tall I figured her boyfriend had to be 
tall if she had one. So I said to her, "Look forget it okay? You called me 
a loser, I called you a bitch. We're even, okay?" She laughed and said, 
"Pussy." It was then I made the biggest mistake of my life. I said, "Oh I'm 
a pussy because I don't want to fight your boyfriend. You chicks are all 
the same. You act tough because you know when push comes to shove you'll 
have a man defend you. If you weren't a girl..." Maxine got right in my 
face and said, "But I am a girl, Bitch. And I don't need a man to defend 
myself. Especially against a terd like you." I was livid. I was drunk. I 
had enough of her. So I said to her, "Why don't you put your money where 
your mouth is, you fucking whore!!" Maxine responded. "You will pay for 
that. But then again you'll pay for a lot of things. You name the stakes, 
big man." 
Being as drunk as I was, I figured what the hell. So I said, "I don't 
know what you do for a living nor do I care. But I assume your job at 42nd 
Street pays well. So why don't we bet a month's paycheck?" She nodded her 
head and smirked. "Keep talking, tough guy. For your information, at 26, 
I'm an extremely successful attorney who also happens to waitress on the 
side. So a month's paycheck is around 8,000 dollars." I started turning 
my wheels in my head when she said, "$96,000 thousand a year, stupid." 
Well, as a 26 year old male who dropped out of college one too many times, 
$8,000 was over a third of my yearly salary. But I was like, hey this is 
awesome!! $8,000 will do me nicely. So I said, "$8,000 is about what I 
make a month as well. So you're on." It was then that her friend Shannon 
started laughing. I knew Shannon from high school and she knew damn well 
what I did. I work in the local Harrows as a manager. I make around $22,000 
a year. So when Shannon ratted me out, I felt about as low as I thought I 
could. Maxine asked, "Are you sure you can afford it without going on food 
stamps?" Truth be told I really couldn't. I had around $9,000 in my bank 
account that I had planned to spend on a new car. But $17,000 would make a 
much nicer car!! But I was still mad at Shannon and feeling kind of low 
when I made another one of my "Biggest Mistakes of my Life" moves. I said, 
"Fine, you make more money than me. But when I beat your ass I'm going to 
boss you around for the rest of my life, and twice on Sundays, Bitch." Maxine 
laughed totally unfazed and said, "Do you mean I'm going to be your slave?" 
I said, "That's the deal. Take it or leave it." She said, "Take it. Now let's 
set a time and place."

We agreed that we would meet the next week at Shannon's basement. Being a 
lawyer, Maxine had written out a contract. I'm no lawyer but everything 
looked good. The contract said, "Loser is slave to winner and must pay winner 
$8,000. The slavery lasts for however long the winner wants." Maxine looked 
beautiful and stunning in her black bikini. While she looked powerful for a 
girl, she still was a girl. And I wasn't losing to no girl. But Maxine had 
other ideas. And as a lawyer she was brilliant. She said, "Just so we make 
sure the loser doesn't back out, I had Shannon and Amber (her other friend) 
bring a few neccessities. And all of a sudden out came the Polaroid and 
camcorder. Oh my God! She was going to film this. Out came another contract. 
All it stated was winner gets to keep video and film. I signed in a minute. 
Her humiliation was going to be made public by me!! The last step before 
the fight was the money. We each put out our $8,000 (though I hated putting 
it down even though I knew I'd get double). Shannon introduced us both to 
the camera and we each made opening statements. I went first. "Welcome to 
the beginning of Maxine's slavery to me. She is a bitch and will be treated 
like one." Shannon turned the camera to Maxine. "This is going to be fun. 
The destruction of a peon." With that I came out and threw a hard right at 
her. It never landed. Actually that's not true. It landed in her hand. She 
then held my right hand and open palmed me in the nose real hard. The fight 
was basically over. I shouted, "AHHHHHH" and she laughed and kicked my feet 
out from under me and I went sprawling to the ground with her still holding my 
arm. She stepped on my shoulder blade and pulled. 

In the first 10 seconds I had a broken nose and dislocated shoulder. She then 
stomped on my face real hard and probably broke my nose again. I was done 
and knew it. I screamed, "Please no more I give!!!!!" All three girls burst 
out laughing and high fived each other. As I was lying in defeat, Maxine 
started striking some muscle poses on my chest and face. She looked down at 
me and said, "You are truly pathetic, Bitch." Spit!! More spit!! I was soon 
faced with a spit shower. The match was over and the humiliation was beginning. 
I hated it but the pain was far worse. I just wanted to go to the hospital. 
But I would have to wait. Maxine said, "This tape runs two hours and your 
going to give me half of that. So grin and bear it, loser." With that came 
a stomp to my other shoulder and she pulled out my other arm blade. Two 
dislocated shoulders. 

I at this point was crying uncontrollably. I begged her to let me go. She 
then turned to her next trick. She pulled out her mightily expensive briefcase 
and out came more papers. She sat on my chest and said, "Since you can't 
read because of your tears and my spit (spit) I'll read it for you." I, John 
Blesser, will give my weekly paychecks to Maxine Powers for the next two years. 
I was on the ground and said, "No way." Punch spit punch!!!!! I now was crying 
more than I ever did in my life. She handed me a pen and I somehow had the 
strength to sign the paper. 

The match continued for another 56 minutes as I lie there and took whatever 
Maxine was willing to dish out. After it was all over, I was lying broken 
and beaten on the ground with Maxine proudly posing for both cameras. I am 
now a maid and chauffeur for Maxine. I wear a french maid's outfit when I 
clean and since I wasn't making enough from my one job, I've had to get 
another. 90% of it goes to Maxine. And it's all legal because I signed those 
damn papers. She has blackmail material with the video and Polaroids and has 
threatened to mail them to mutual friends. Oh yeah, one more thing. I paid 
for that whore comment. When the beating was over (or so I thought), she 
said to me, "Oh yeah one more thing Bitch. Remember when you called me a 
haw??? BAM TO THE RIGHT EYE!! BAM TO THE LEFT EYE!!
I would tell all my friends I was jumped by a gang or something. But in 
reality all it was....was a pretty girl who wanted to prove who was superior 
after all.

Bake McBride