Jokers Wild: Stripped Bare
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“In your dreams, woman,” Dylan pulled her to him and hugged her tight.
“What’s with all this kissy-face stuff?” Chris walked out of the kitchen with a bag of chips in his hand. “We’re here to play poker, not play the newlyweds game. See, this is why women shouldn’t play poker.”
“I heard that,” Eliza said, walking from the back of the apartment. “And if I remember correctly, Kayla and I kicked butt last time we all played together.”
“That’s only because we let you win,” Chris denied, sitting down at the table. Looking up at Dylan, he said. “Right man?”
“Keep me out of this,” Dylan said holding up his hands.
“Whipped, man, see what happens when you get married?” he kidded, winking at Missy. “What do you think, Brody?”
“I think that there are a number of really great woman poker players in the world,” Brody replied, sitting down at the table. Missy was proud of him. That was until he finished with. “But lucky for us, none of them are at this game.”
The men rolled with laughter and the women glared at them. Missy would have said something in their defense if it weren’t for the butterfly turning back on. Glaring at a smirking Brody, she quickly dropped into a chair before her legs gave out on her. If he didn’t stop messing with the remote, she was never going to be able to concentrate. “You okay, honey?” he questioned nonchalantly.
“Fine, dear,” Missy replied through clenched teeth.
Kayla sat down at the table and began to shuffle the deck. Handing the cards to her husband she asked, “Do you really think you’re a better player than I am?”
“I wouldn’t say better.” he hedged.
“What would you say?”
“I think women are more emotional when it comes to the game.” Dylan shrugged his shoulders as Chris and Brody nodded their head in agreement.
Gasping, Kayla looked around the table and said to Eliza and Missy. “Did you hear that bull?”
“I’m trying to ignore it,” Eliza rolled her eyes. “You have to consider the source, we’re talking about a bunch that keeps saying how bad we are but refuses to acknowledge that we’ve beat them.”
“You only win because we let you,” Chris replied cockily. “Right Dylan?”
“Well…”
“Well what?” Kayla demanded.
“Whipped,” Chris replied for him, laughing as Dylan flipped him off.
“You seem to forget that we’re getting married in less than two months, dear,” Eliza said picking up her cards. “Stop acting like an ass.”
“Yes dear,” he replied, not even sounding contrite.
Brody and Dylan both looked at him and in unison said, “Whipped,”
“I want you three to take it back,” Kayla said, anteing up.
“Let it go,” Dylan laughed. “If you’re the better player, you’ll prevail.”
“But you’ll say it’s because you let me win.”
“She has a point,” Missy chimed in, then bit her lip as Brody slid his hand under the table and sped up the butterfly. “Stop it,” she muttered kicking at him under the table.
“Ouch!” Chris jumped.
“Sorry,” Missy blushed. “Pass that to Brody for me.”
Brody just chuckled as the group turned and stared at her. He was dead, she kept murmuring over and over in her head. If she survived tonight she would kill him. After she fucked the shit out of him, of course, he was a dead man.
“Will do,” Chris replied laughing.
“I think we need to make a bet.” Kayla sat her cards down in front of her.
“Good God,” Dylan uttered in disgust. “Again.”
“It’s the principle,” she crossed her arms over her chest.
“I agree,” Eliza said, crossing her arms as well. “You guys don’t respect our ability, and I know for a fact that we’ve beaten all of you.”
“Even a broken clock is right twice a day,” Brody smirked.
“Is that a bet?” Missy looked over at him. She was barely able to focus, but the little energy she wasn’t using to fight the butterfly, she using to concentrate on the conversation at hand.
“You want to go twice in one night?” he teased winking at her.
“If it means wiping that smug look off your face,” she stammered, just as his hand slid back under the table. Missy closed her eyes and bit her lip as Brody turned up the butterfly full speed and she held on to the table as she fought the orgasm ripping through her body. Oh God, Oh God she muttered as she jerked forward and came, flooding her jeans with her essences.
“You feeling okay?” Eliza asked leaning towards her.
“Fine,” she ground out. Looking over at Brody, she mouthed ‘I’m going to kill you’, as he shut the butterfly off.
“I’m open for some bets.”
“Me too,” Chris grinned. Winking at Eliza, he continued, “I won big last time we did.”
“I think we all have,” Dylan smiled over at Kayla.
Missy looked around the group of friends and lovers and she knew that they all had walked away winners somewhere down the line. Not one of them could complain about the outcome of the game when they had all won big.
The End
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