Ultimate Fantasy Football Bet: She Bets it All, and Pays up!

Bestselling and Award Winning Author, TT Tales has done it again!

"Go ahead and run up the score!One of the hardest things in the world is to find the perfect companion to watch football games with. Looks to me as if Jack has a winner there! And a word of advice to Jack: she's the kind to stick with for the long haul: never boring, physically fit, not likely to get flabby or saggy, and definitely never boring. Go for it!

As for her creator, you've defined one of the most appealing fictional women in Lori. Good job. Now let's have more stories about Lori and Jack as they journey through life together, perfectly paired and lots of fun." - Hans Trimble. Author of Perils in the Pines.

"I've always been that vulgar, loud, burping, one of the guys, tomboyish firecracker that always knew the game whether it football, Nascar or baseball. Boys never took to me so I kicked their asses instead of getting to kiss them. I still am a vulgar tomboy at heart; just love to spend Sundays in my sexiest lingerie, making guacamole and yelling at the T.V. It's nice to know somewhere out there, there are men who do appreciate women like me once you get through our tough skin! Great story!" - Kristi Rosa, Literotica

"Oh dude!I laughed, I cried, I loled... Truly a wonderful story and since I'm a football fanatic, it makes me believe that someday someone will see a sexy woman here too :)

5 thumbs up! If i had that many....." - The Dark Phoenyx, Author of Even Scars Are Beutiful, and Syren's Song

Lori is one of the guys, transplanted football fans living in the heartland of the dreaded enemy, Dallas. She's that loud, obnoxious, uber-fan screaming at the big screen, cursing the refs, and pounding the brews. Until one weekend, a dress up contest has her showing up in her cheerleader outfit, and the guys notice. One in particular.

Jack and Lori's fantasy football teams are head-to-head that weekend, and an overly confident Lori makes a bet that changes everything.

Excerpt:

Lori was checking herself out in the mirror. “Damn, this is the nicest shirt I’ve ever seen. And it damn near fits me. I’d give my left tit for something sweet as this.” The left tit comment was in response to our constant comments about giving our ‘right-ball’ for a QB, and such.

“Shit, that wouldn’t be right, the shirt wouldn’t fit near as well. Let’s face it, your tits are the only think differentiating you from a two by four.” It did fit particularly well, almost skin tight, accentuating her previously hidden pectoral charms.

She laughed. “Ah, the truth comes out. You like my tits? Good thing my jerseys hide them. Wouldn’t want you drooling all the time.”

“Alright. I’ll give you that one. They’re passable.”

She just smirked.

“And what would something like this run?” she asked, checking out my wall of shirts more carefully now.

“Today’s prices, twelve, maybe fifteen hundred. I don’t know for sure; I don’t follow the collectible prices that much. A paltry three seventy-five to get it originally,” I said.

“Paltry for you maybe,” she laughed, “that’s a car payment for me.”

“If you didn’t always bet on your sorry excuse for a fantasy team, you might have a little more cash for the sweet things in life.”

“Please, you know I win way more than I lose. I’ll be kicking your ass today,” Lori growled.

“Kissing is more like it. I’m going to own you.”

“I’d bet my ass you couldn’t pull that kind of comeback.” She laughed and turned to check out her shirt in the mirror. “It is a sweet shirt.”

“What? Against that shirt? That’s hardly a fair bet.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“You said you’d bet your skinny ass against that shirt, which is ridiculous. The shirt’s worth at least a thousand. A roll with you is worth—what?—maybe twenty bucks?” I was hitting her hard.

“Twenty! I’ll have you know I’ve been offered over a grand for one evening. I told the stupid fuck I wouldn’t take ten time