1. Chapter 1
Warning: This story features erotica-styled writing and contains sexual descriptions and themes through-out. Read at your own discretion.
Katarina walked out of Garen's room, having just dumped the seventh boyfriend in the previous single month.
She had been on a dating spree for a while now, with each man having been a disappointment when it came to fulfilling her 'needs'.
Darius just plain fucked her hard in the same position; finished; left and not once gave a shit whether she had finished or not- like she was his personal fuck-doll. After Darius came Draven, who for all his public reputation carried a 4 inch dick. Several other guys followed him, all failures, the latest one being Garen, who treated her like a royal princess in bed. None of this was what Katarina wanted and she wondered if there was anyone who truly deserved to exploit her mouthwatering, curvaceous body.
She shifted back to reality from her thoughts when she heard her pager bleep. The Institute of War had launched a new system of providing each champion with a pager to inform them of their upcoming matches. This was a change from the much-unappreciated previous system where they were teleported right into the game without warning any time of the day.
She had 40 minutes before the game started, so decided to take the long route to the Summoner's Rift, giving herself the chance to enjoy a long walk.
Katarina strolled along the halls of the institute, passing other summoners and champions. The redhead was dressed in her usual attire, with her tight leather jeans showing off her lower body all the way from a pair of long sexy legs to a big luscious ass, the line dividing both cheeks clearly promiment. The unzipped leather jacket revealed her 36D sized cleavage through her tight top, which she had herself adjusted to reveal as much as possible. Her long red hair stroked past her shoulders to her exposed yet toned navel, all of it contributing to Katarina's reputation as one of the League' hottest sex symbols.
She enjoyed being objectified and smiled to herself noticing the surrounding summoners and champions checking her out.
With 30 minutes still left and only a short walk remaining ahead, Katarina decided to kill some time noticing that right next to her was the institute's official betting station.
The station was a popular and crowded site, responsible for making some gambling bastards filthy rich, while reducing others to near bankruptcy. Summoners and champions both betted on regular League matches, relying on upsets, obvious wins and even sheer luck to win- or lose, thousands of Valoran dollars.
Katarina's match was up next and people must have started betting on it. She never took part in these bets but just for the amusement of it, decided to go in to see what people thought the chances of winning were for her team.
Different booths were open for different matches taking place simultaneously, each having its own small crowd. Katarina wandered past a few till she finally found her's.
There seemed to be a larger than usual crowd at this particular booth and she wondered why. The redhead squeezed in through the meshwork of people who normally wouldn't have missed a chance to feel her curves as she did, but apparently they were too occupied in the betting process.
She found the reason for the unusually large crowd when she looked at both team's rosters. The purple team had Malphite in jungle and Yasuo at mid, a combo which for the whole previous month had a 100% win rate. Much to the annoyance of Katarina, she was in the opposing blue team.
The majority of summoners and champions were blindly placing their bets on the purple team, with rarely any to bet on blue's side.
With 20 minutes left till the match would start, the booth's digital betting screen turned on to sum all the bets placed. Katarina gasped at what she saw.
A total of $40,000 had been placed on the purple team by over 20 people with only one anonymous bet of $10,000 on the blue side. Laughters and cries were heard just as soon, all claiming how stupid a person must be to be willing to lose $10,000 on a single match.
Katarina felt annoyed at the lack of faith people seemed to have in her ability to win, but nudged it off realizing that a 100% win rate for a month would be something she'd bet on aswell.
But the thought of an upset didn't leave her mind. If her team won, one very lucky person would be going home with an easy $50,000- 10k of which would be their own and the remaining 40k an easy snatch. That was 5 times as much Katarina had in total in her savings account.
But then again, a loss for her team would mean that the $10,000 would be divided and given to 20 different people in accordance to how much they had bet.
A distance voice began to grow nearer as Katarina snapped out of her day dream.
"Final bet!" Screamed the bookie, indicating that a last bet was available for anyone interested.
Katarina's heart rushed. She wasn't the kind to be interested in money, but the thought of making such a vast amount through a simple match victory was pushing her over the edge.
"Final bet!" Again screamed the bookie.
Noticing a few people steadily making their way to the bookie, Katarina knew she didn't have time to think about this choice. It was either now or never.
She shunpo'd to the bookie to avoid more squeezing-through and also to get there before anyone else, now standing face to face with the man behind the counter.
The man had his eyes set at the ground at the time on which had magically appeared a pair of boots. He began to move his gaze upwards, realizing from the legs in tight leather jeans that the figure standing infront him was a woman. He continued his gaze north, taking his time with this woman he was yet to know's juicy curves. Reaching her cleavage, he took a little extra admiring the two melons he would die to just put his head in-between, before finally arriving at her face.
"See anything you like?" Asked Katarina, with a playful smirk.
"Miss Katarina!" Exclaimed the formerly-excited bookie. "What a surprise to see you here. Last time you placed a bet was... never."
"Yeah yeah, let's skip the small talk. I wanna bet." replied Katarina.
"Of course Ma'am. On your own team I suppose? After all, you can't bet on the other team. Rules."
The institute had forbidden champions to bet on enemy teams in their matches to prevent intentional losing and ensuring fair play.
"I know the rules." said Katarina, almost growling.
The bookie took the hint and got straight to the point.
"Bets for blue team start at $10,000." he said.
"What?!" Katarina almost yelled. "That's pretty much all the money I have!"
"Sorry Ma'am. Bets for purple team have summed up to 40k. 10's the minimum you need to bet for blue." The bookie explained.
Katarina bowed down her head in frustration. She was confident that she could take on the Malphite-Yasuo combo and make easy money.
"But is it really worth betting everything on?" She asked herself.
"Miss..." The bookie gulped, choosing his words carefully. Being a fuckable sex symbol wasn't the only reputation Katarina had in the League, she was also known to decapitate people at an instant's notice when angry. "... Please make your choice within the next minute, or I'll have to give the last bet to someone else."
From the back of her eye Katarina saw a few more people making their way to the counter. She growled in frustration and the bookie began to sweat, blaming his choice of words to be the cause of his soon-coming death.
"Miss-" He managed to almost squeal before Katarina cut him off by slamming her fist on the counter. The bookie almost fainted.
"Fine!" She yelled at him. "I'll do it. Give me the fucking form."
He immediately did as he was told and Katarina began to fill out her savings account's details. She handed the form back to him and let her decision sink in. She had just bet every single penny she had on a single League match.
"All bets placed!" The bookie announced before returning to Katarina. "If you win, you get your 10k back along with another 20k, which is half the money on purple's side. The other half will go to the one other person who bet with you."
Frustrated by his explanations to the point where she was now actually considering killing the bookie, Katarina simply nodded and once again shunpo'd out of the betting station back into the hallway.
10 minutes remained till the match started.
Taking a deep breath while staring at the station, she changed her direction and continued her walk towards Summoner's Rift.
"What's done is done." She thought to herself and cleared her head of what had just happened. Telling herself to focus on the match and not let all that money go in vain, Katarina made her way to the Rift with a new-found confidence.
Note: I do not own League of Legends or any of the characters involved in this story. All credit is due to Riot Games.