by Nicola Diaz
“I love it when you control me, Joey.” I smiled as he yanked off my bra and tossed it to the floor.
“I’ve been waiting for some of this all night.” Joe ran his hands down my body. I trembled under his touch and spread open my legs so that he could slide his hand in between them.
“You know that my skills at the poker table are just as good as my skills in the bedroom.” He whispered in my ear and then groped for my bountiful treasure. When he had found what he was looking for, he slid his fingers deep inside.
“All I know is that you are a true king when it comes to poker and pleasure.” I giggled and then arched my back to drive his fingers deeper inside me.
I relaxed under the skill of his hand. After only a few minutes, I felt like I was going to have an orgasm. That’s how good Joe was. It seemed like he barely had to touch me and I was ready to come all over the place. I spread my legs even wider and felt the crunching of the dollar bills under my ass. The sensation was enticing and chic. I didn’t want to think about the night ever coming to an end.
“Baby, this is the best pussy I’ve ever had in all my life.” Joe groaned and then pulled out his fingers.
I was just about to tell him to eat me out, when he repositioned himself on top of my body, and jammed his cock inside my waiting hole. He moved inside me like a comet shooting across thee sky, fast and furious, with no end in sight. We were both worked up into a frenzy, sweating all over the money, when suddenly Joe sprung back on the bed and held his cock in his hand.
“Oh shit. Watch this.” He threw back his head and then arched his back, just as a thick line of come spurted out in an arc across the bed.
“Now that was impressive.” I laughed and then rolled over, but Joe would have no parts of me being unsatisfied.
“Let me lick that pussy till you come.” He moved his head down my legs and then nuzzled my hairy bush until he got his mouth positioned right on top of my labia.
He licked the silky petals of my pussy until I cried out with intense pleasure, and then slid his fingers inside my wet hole. I loved it when he ate me out, and tonight was no exception. He moved his tongue all over, back and forth, in and out, until I finally cried out with such immense ecstasy I thought the hotel receptionist was going to kick us out.
“Neither of us said a word for the next ten minutes. We were both drunk and exhausted. “Joey, baby. I hope that was just a prelude.” I whispered in his ear and then slid closer to his lean body. He smiled at me and then rolled over to light a cigarette.
“You’re kidding, right?” He chuckled and then took a drag. I shook my head and gave him one of my signature pouts.
“Nope. I’m totally serious. I want more.” I climbed on top of him, by breasts touching his chest and my wet pussy rubbing against his groin. He laughed and then took another drag of his cigarette.
“Come on, Joey. You know that I have a voracious appetite.” I sat up and played with my nipples for a few minutes, then licked my lips with enticement.
He smiled and continued smoking his cigarette.
“You know, you really are stunning. I mean, shit. You’re the whole damn package. You’ve got the perfect as and the nicest tits. You’re pussy is to die for.” Joe raised his eyebrows and then flicked the ash from his cigarette into the ashtray.
“Let’s celebrate your pussy with a toast.” He hopped off the bed and walked to the bar.
“I got your favorite.” With that he popped the top off a blue champagne bottle and poured out two glasses. I smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Here’s to the sweetest pussy on the planet.” He smiled and we made the toast.
“It’s waiting for more of that cock whenever you’re ready.” I winked and then sipped my drink with enjoyment.
I didn’t want to make Joey feel incompetent because he really was an incredible lover, but sometimes I worried that I might actually be too much women for him to handle. My sexual energy was high, and I could often have sex for hours on end. I decided to let it go for now. He had just treated me to a night I’d never forget.
“Hey, baby. I got to make a decision about Mickey’s offer. What do you think?” Joe looked at me with a serious expression.
“I mean, it sounds like a hell of an offer. But I’m not so sure I want to get in over my head.” He lit another cigarette and then poured some more champagne.
“The best players in the country are going to be there.” He shook his head and then looked at all the money on the bed. “It could mean more of where this came from.” He held up a a hundred dollar bill, kissed it to the sky, and then let it fall back down on the bed.
“Joey, you’re the king. I say you take them on. What do you got to lose?”
I meant what I said. He was one of the best poker players I’d ever seen, and all of the top dogs knew he was a force to be reckoned with. I tilted my head and then slid over and rubbed him on the shoulders.
“Since when has Lucky Joe been one to back down from a deal like that?” I kissed him on the forehead and then got up to use the bathroom. He nodded his head in agreement.
“Yeah. You’re right, babe. You’re absolutely right.” He took one last drag on his cigarette, smashed out the butt, and then fell right asleep.
Act II
Chapter 4
When Joe got the details of the poker event from Mickey, he was convinced it would be worth the stakes. He was a hug fan of No Limit Texas Hold-em, which required a unique mix of skill, chance and fast action. He loved the fact that he could bet all of his chips at any point during the hand, and he craved the adventurous undertones that came with such a style of poker.
“I have a good feeling about this, babe.” I stood in front of our full-length mirror, getting dressed for work.
Joe was still in bed, resting from a long night out with his buddies. I pulled on my red cashmere sweater and a pair of black print leggings. Then I walked to the closet and pulled out my boots. Joe admired me from the bed.
“Don’t you go looking too sexy for those guys in the show-room.” He teased me and then rolled over, clearly not ready to greet the day yet. I smiled and then zipped up my boots.
“Don’t you worry your sexy head. I’m saving my sexiest outfit for tonight.” I winked and then headed out the door and down the hall.
I had to admit that I was a little bit nervous about the night. I knew that Joe was prepared to play the best game that he was capable of, but a sinking feeling in my gut made me worry that he might get over-confident and lose. I felt guilty for doubting him, but I knew that anything was possible.
I headed into Donnie’s with my head held high and was greeting with the usual barrage of whistles and cat-calls.
“Looking good, baby. Looking real good.” Some guy standing next to a BMW asked me for my phone number but I pretended like I didn’t hear him.
I spent most of the morning sitting inside a Delorean, smiling to potential buyers as they made their way through the show-room.
When I got down my shift, I hurried home to get changed for the big event. Joe was already in the bathroom, taking a shower and singing a familiar tune. He whistled along and I slithered out of my work clothes, anxious to get ready. I took my cobalt blue dress off the hanger and then reached for my six inch black heels. I knew that Joe loved this outfit, and I wanted to do whatever I could to get him in the right mind-set for the game.
“Well look at you. Hot stuff!” Joe climbed out of the shower just as I had slipped the dress over my head.
I pranced in front of the mirror for a few minutes, and then sat on the edge of the bed while Joe got dressed. He picked a gray suit with a purple tie and his signature snake-skin shoes. When we were both dressed to the nines, we locked arms and headed out of the house, ready to take on the world.
“Lucky Joe just got in the joint.” I heard voices as soon as we stepped foot inside the room.
Just getting to the secret location had taken some sleuthing. Mickey had given us good directions, but the un
derground poker room was located in the belly of the sandstone Nevada cliffs, and it was hard to find our way along the dark highway without any help from the moon.
I closed the heavy door behind me and it echoed throughout the hall.
“Down here, boys and girls.” I heard Mickey’s voice and gave Joe’s arm a squeeze.
We walked slowly until we reached the source of the voices, then we stepped confidently inside.
“So the poker don made it, after all.” A bald man with a heavy accent motioned for Joe to sit down.
I watched as Joe shook his hand and then settled into a purple velvet chair.
One of the men at the table, with long red hair and a thick red mustache, lit a cigarette and gave me a wink. I smiled and then smoothed down my hair. There were six poker players, including Joe.
“Tell your lady friend to make herself comfortable.” One of the other men at the table, heavy set with a thick head of curly blond hair and a patch over his left eye, spoke up.
I looked around and saw that there was an unoccupied high-back chair in the back, so I moved to where it was and sat down. There were a few other people in the room watching, but none of them said a word to me. Joe looked as ready as ever, and he gave me a wink before they started.
I noticed that there was a lot of cash on the table, even early on. I had always been one to keep my mouth shut about how the money manifested in these kinds of games, but it was a little concerning to see so much green piled up already. Where did these characters get all that cash? I was sure the answer to that question would have been book worthy, and I chuckled to myself as they got started with the game.
The first round of betting was interesting to watch. As soon as all of the cards had been dealt, the first player to act was the guy to the left of the big blind. It just so-happened to be Joe, and he decided to match the amount of the big blind. I was trying to follow all of the rules as they unfolded, but it was a little tricky the first time around. One of the onlookers tapped me on the shoulder and handed me a beer. I smiled with thanks, and then took a long, hard sip.
By the time I had finished my drink, Joe was losing and I was getting nervous. I had watched enough now to understand that the second betting round would take place on the flop after the first three community cards had been dealt. I looked around, hopeful that someone would appear with more alcohol, and luckily, the same guy who gave me the beer offered me a shot of whiskey. I tossed it back and then tried to focus on the game.
At the start of the round Joe flexed his arms above his head. I could tell that he was getting frustrated because he was down. It wasn’t like him to look nervous, and I started to think that it was my fault for doubting him that was contributing to his poor results. I watched quietly as the action started with the first active player to the left of the button. Would he bet, call, fold, check, or raise? The options were many, and I liked sitting by to see what would happen. The guy who was playing decided to check, and it was back to Joe now to make something happen.
What struck me most about this game was the high denomination of cash and poker chips being bet. The man with the patch over his eye bet thirty thousand dollars at one point, and I thought I was going to fall off my chair. If Joe ended up winning big tonight, it was going to be an occasion to remember. I started to sway in my chair, drunk from the alcohol, and I saw Joe look my way with concern. Not wanting to worry him, I straightened my posture and smoothed down my hair. Then I got up to find myself some water.
Chapter 5
I ran my hands through my hair. A black guy with a ring through his nose made one of the riskiest wagers yet, and it made my mind whirl to imagine how much deeper these guys could go. I could tell that Mickey was thoroughly enjoying himself, as he was one of the first to make a move that raised my eyebrows. It wasn’t that I hadn’t seen my fair share of poker games, but this a Texas Hold-em that was unlike anything I’d ever witnessed before.
I knew that part of what drew Joe to this game was the thrill of winning. But with the prospect of such a thrill came the recognition of a possible fall, as well. Would we be ready to handle it if we lost? I leaned across the table, my cleavage catching everyone’s attention for a brief moment. I could see a few beads of perspiration on Joe’s forehead, a clear indicator that he was fully aware of just how much was at stake.
“Oh baby, this is it.” Joe looked at me from his seat and smiled. I could see the thrill in his eye and I hoped that this meant we are on the upswing. I couldn’t tell exactly what was happening, and I couldn’t make out how much cash was on the line for this round, but I sensed that Joe was now riding out the competition with one other player- the man with the long red hair and the patch over his eye.
“I’ve got an unbeatable hand.” Joe leaned back in his chair and whispered in my direction. I kept quiet, but silently hoped that he was right.
Just then Joe made a move that got everyone’s attention. He bet it all. My eyes widened when I saw the move he had just made. What was he thinking? I knew he was one of the pros, but to bet it all? Under the riskiest of circumstances? I cringed and then looked away. It was too anxiety-inducing for me to watch any longer. I had a slight inkling as to what was going to happen next, so when the man with the patch, who I later referred to as “Red,” raised on his next go-round, I shook my head with admitted defeat. As feared, Joe wasn’t able to cover the bet.
In a moment of sheer spontaneity, I got up from my chair and scooted behind Joe’s chair. I rubbed his shoulders a few times and then whispered in his ear.
“Offer my body as a wager.” He must have thought I had lost my mind because he turned around and gave me one of the most incredulous expressions I’d ever seen.
“Do it, Joey. You don’t have any other options.” I didn’t want him to hear the desperation in my voice, but it was hard to disguise my anxiety.
“All right, Char. If you say so.” Joe nodded his head and then looked across the table at the men who were waiting for his next move.
“I’m offering my girlfriend Charlotte as the stake.” He cleared his throat and then looked away.
I felt a twinge of excitement course through my body, but I also felt a pang of sadness. Joe had let himself down. He had gone into this as one of the reigning champions, but was preparing to come out as a possible loser. I didn’t want to entertain the thought of us losing everything, so I focused, instead, on him finding a way to make it work in our favor.
In what felt like a moment frozen in time, I watched the men smile with acknowledgment. It appeared that all of them were in favor of Joe’s proposed stake. I ran the possibilities over in my head, and realized that luck would have to decide our fate. I didn’t want to see Joe lose what he had, but at the same time I had a feeling that my sexual satisfaction might be worth his accepting the fall. All I could do now was simply wait and see what would happen.
Chapter 6
I looked over my shoulder, hoping that someone would offer me another drink. At least the alcohol took the sting away form the truth. I wondered what the final outcome was going to be. Part of me was shocked that I had even suggested my body as a wager, but part of me also found a sort of thrill in the prospect. Besides, if it was going to help our financial situation, then I was willing to help out in whatever way that I could.
I steadied myself on the chair and craned my neck to see what cards had been drawn on the table. I knew enough by the look on Joe’s face that it didn’t spell a happy ending for his game. In fact, the longer I stared at his face, the more I realized that I had never seen him so distraught over a game in his life. The look of defeat was evident, and I watched as some of the other players started counting their chips and their cash. A few of them lit up cigarettes and Joe pushed his chair away from the table. He had lost everything that he staked.
I swallowed hard and then took a sip of my water. The energy in the room was scattered. A few of the men smoked cigarettes and hooted over their wins, and a few of the others sat with more so
mber expressions. Joe, however, was red in the face and completely distracted. He looked across the table and then ran his hands through his hair. I knew that he wanted to yell out loud, and was trying his hardest to keep his composure.
I realized that now was my time. I had made the offer, so now I needed to follow through with the action. I got up and smoothed my hair then walked from the back of the room toward the table. My heart raced as I looked at Joe. His eyes met mine and then fell to the floor. Red stared at me like I was an intruder, but I simply put my hands on my hips and then leaned over so that they could all get a good look at my cleavage.
“I’m ready for the taking.” I batted my lashes at Mickey and then looked back at Joe. He shook his head with disbelief.
