Finally, Diego Gaines, the wealthiest person here, chose Nadia Dreygan. She was blonde, Russian, and had eyes as cerulean as an iceberg. They were as cold and barren as one, too.
That made for a total of eight. As the last two players were ready to step forward, Avery waved them off. I scrunched my eyebrows in curiosity, and then Avery answered my questioning gaze.
“As some of you may or may not know, the Casino Royale is normally one of our biggest parties. I thank all of you who were able to make it out this weekend, despite our security issues this fall. This party is really about the charities we support. I am so happy we are able to provide assistance to those less fortunate than ourselves. Valuable assistance without which, countless numbers of people couldn’t get the help they need. You have my sincerest thanks and with that same spirit of adventure, I’d like to say that some of you who know me, know I like to gamble occasionally. I don’t normally participate in our contests but I’d like to celebrate the fact that so many of you came out for this party. So, I decided that tonight, I’d make things a little more interesting by buying into the poker run myself. I have just bought the last two spots and my two champions will be the lovely twin sisters of Genevieve and Jezebel Glendale.” The crowd cheered and clapped as Avery held his hand outstretched to the crowd. Are you fucking kidding me?
Dorian smirked at the competition as the two girls squealed like swine and ran up to hug Avery.
I tried to hold onto my composure as my eyes grew twice their size.
“My house. My rules,” Avery shrugged. That son of a bitch is paying me back for last week.
My gut clenched as Genevieve and Jezebel hugged Avery and held onto him for dear life. My blood singed as Genevieve threw me an icy glare from the corner of her eyes.
Avery knew that Dorian was going to enter me in the contest before I knew. Dorian would have had to make the request, that’s why the girls weren’t bartending tonight. Things were about to get interesting.
I folded my arms and narrowed my eyes at the shameful display of affection before me. Dorian looked over at me and flashed a look that said ‘you’d better win tonight’. My eyes followed back up to his with clear affirmation that I was going to give it my best fucking shot!
Pierce presented each of us riders with an outstretched poker hand and we each chose a card. I pulled the Ace card and got to choose my Harley first. I turned and glared right at Avery as I stepped up to the blacked out Harley Davidson Sportster Iron 883. The bike spoke to me with a pure defiant attitude. It was black powder coated with black chopped fenders, front forks, and black aluminum wheels. The rebellious fire that burned inside of me was out of control. I wanted to win now more than ever.
Genevieve and Jezebel had the next highest cards with Genevieve drawing a king card and Jezebel pulling the queen. They chose the Harleys right next to mine. One terror twin on either side of me, Genevieve’s Sportster was a violent violet and Jezebel’s was a fire engine red.
One by one, the riders chose their bikes and moved to stand next to them. Caitlyn chose the bike on the other side of Jezebel. It was dark green and white and reminded me of Camp Jameson.
Ethan was the dealer sitting at the head of the table with his back to the casino while Wren was the controller who sat at a large touchscreen digital station off to Ethan’s left. They were dressed in black tuxedo pants, white short-sleeved wing tipped shirts, black vests, and bow ties.
My eyes raked over Wren’s muscular arms and I took in his new Corrupt Angel tattoo that started on his right mid-arm and stretched up underneath his shirt to his shoulder blade. It was exquisite even seeing it through his white shirt. Then my eyes fell to his and he winked at me. I smiled, until Avery’s voice rang out over the sound system.
“The goal of tonight is simple, if you can complete the ride, the more cards your player will get, the more chances for the best hand they will have. To stay in the game, your player will have to make wagers on the round. Each successive round will get more complicated as the controller tests your endurance by increasing the intensity and acrobatics of the ride. Each of these Sybian Harleys is equipped with the latest inertial intensifiers. These bikes will gyrate, spin, list from side to side, and thrust up and down, all while the custom fitted Sybian on top pleasures you. The player at the end with the best hand wins.” Avery smirked to the crowd.
“Let the game begin.” Avery handed the microphone to Pierce and sat down at the table that was sitting a few feet in front of us riders. Avery took the seat directly across from Dorian and they waited for their first cards.
I took in the massive ballroom with all the chiming and whizzing of the slots. Guests mulled about gambling, drinking, and dropping coins in the machines. Suddenly, I felt so small.
My thoughts went back to that day in August at Camp Jameson when I rode the Sybian at the Camp Olympics. Tonight, I rode for Dorian’s pride. I never imagined that I would be here, wanting to be with two men. But I was. And god-forbid if I fell in love with both of them. I didn’t know how I got here.
“Avery,” I squeaked, but he didn’t hear me. The terror twins were too busy giggling obscenities and shouting how they were going to kick my ass. I was trying to keep my cool.
“Aria, you got this,” Jenna beamed as she walked up and handed me a shot of Jameson. Thank God Jenna was still my friend. I smiled softly to her in appreciation as she stepped away and faded back into the crowd. Sara and Maya were in the back of the crowd with Sienna. Usually, I could feel Sara’s support, but not at the moment. She barely could look me in the eye.
Pierce’s voice rang out through the ballroom. “Remember, it’s up to your housegirl to get you the most cards. After every round, the dealer will deal out a round of cards. The winner of the hand will get two cards. Each round will get more difficult and each round will commence with an additional bet. It is possible for a player to fold out of a round during the betting phase. If that happens, then that player leaves the game.”
“Agreed,” all nine players replied.
“Good luck, Gentlemen,” Pierce encouraged.
I suddenly felt nervous as Pierce turned towards the riders.
“Ladies, please remove your panties. Please be aware that the rest of your clothes are also eligible to be used for betting.”
I slipped my hands under my dress, pushed my panties to the ground, and stepped away from them. Colt, Sean, and Travis, moved in to help each of us girls onto our bikes.
Colt walked up and coated the phallus with lube, then put his hands around my waist, and moved me up onto the machine.
I straddled my legs over the monster and lowered myself down on it while trying to relax. I moved my hands around to grip the handlebars and braced myself for what was to come.
Wren nodded to each of us as we sat on our bikes, and we each fired the electric switch and felt the raw horsepower come to life between our legs. All ten bikes echoed in unison.
Potato…Potato…Potato…Potato, the vibrations ran up through my legs and stirred my insides. My god, it felt good, and he hadn’t even turned on the Sybian yet.
Round 1
Pierce’s voice crackled through the PA once again. “Okay, ladies, are you ready?”
We all nodded. Then Pierce gave the signal to Wren and from his massive touch screen, Wren hit the start button and all ten Sybians buzzed to life, fueled by the massive horsepower of the Harleys.
All of us inhaled collectively as the Sybians began to pulse and oscillate.
Wren slid the digital fader up to level one. The vibrations were exquisite but I knew the violent intensity was soon to come.
I tried to relax every part of my body and let this wonderful machine take me for a ride. The up and downward motion began then it would shift to a slightly different angle. As I tilted with the bike, I couldn’t help but let a moan escape.
I closed my eyes and tuned out the crowd watching. I could do this.
My competitive nature kicked in and pushed down my anxiety
. I felt the heat spread between my thighs. I was growing wetter. “Ohhh,” I let slip through my lips.
Soon, Wren shifted up to level 2, and it felt like we were rolling over a briar patch. I gulped, feeling my confidence waver.
Caitlyn liked it rough, but I wasn’t used to this as the short bumps rocked us up and down at the same time as the phallus began its movements up and down into me. Caitlyn smiled as her first orgasm hit loudly.
My eyes were starting to flutter but something snapped me out of my trance and I looked over at Genevieve who was staring at me intently. Then I flashed my eyes over at Jezebel who was also glaring at me intensely. It completely killed my orgasm. I narrowed my eyes and begged Wren to bring it on. Both girls kept their eyes locked on me as Wren turned up the power to level 3…then 4…then 5.
One by one the girls stood up, lifting their bodies off of their Sybians. First Carmen, then Claire, then Tallulah, Aja, Allura, and then Nadia. Leaving Caitlyn, the twins, and me.
Finally, Caitlyn and the twins eased off their vibrators leaving me barely holding on.
The ride eased and with the engine still purring, I eased off as Colt met me and helped me off.
My legs were still shaking from phantom vibrations as Jenna moved up beside me and handed me a double shot of Jameson. I tilted my head and threw the shot back, then Jenna slid an Appletini into my hand and I sipped that. Colt smiled at me,
“Are you okay? How are you doing?” he said in his friendly tone.
“I’m good,” I replied. I didn’t know if I had the strength to do this. I could tell it was going to be rough.
The bike was red hot as I reached for the lube, put a little on my fingers, and slid it up inside of me. I was out of shape but as I looked around at the other girls, only Caitlyn and the twins seemed mostly unaffected. Tallulah and Aja were fanning their vaginas already to help cool down.
Ethan dealt out the cards of the first hand. He moved around the table with ease giving each player one card until lastly he arrived at Dorian and handed him two cards. Dorian smiled broadly as Avery sipped his vodka martini and pursed his lips. Then Ethan announced across the table.
“Betting is now open, gentlemen,” he said. Avery reached into his pile of chips, grabbed a stack, and tossed them into a pile in the center.
“Gentlemen, the next round will cost you another 10,000.” Each player at the table reached in and reciprocated.
“I’ll see your $10,000 and raise you five more,” Dorian said, looking dead at Avery. Avery and the rest of the players tossed their $5,000 extra into the middle.
“Okay, betting for this round is closed,” Ethan said, and then he raised his hand and signaled Wren.
Colt and the Sybian crew switched out the vibrators on each bike.
“You won’t need lube for this one. It’s self-lubricated. It’s called the Thumper,” Colt said with a smirk. Now, why didn’t I believe all of that?
This one was red and larger than the last one. I smelled the cinnamon immediately, it was meant to increase its intensity.
Colt helped me get back on my Harley and I eased back over Thumper. I could feel the cinnamon electrify the inner walls of my crimson speedway.
Wren switched on the beast and my clit swelled. I had to last through this one. I wouldn’t let the terror twins win. I desperately tried to keep my breathing constant but then Wren turned up the pace and I felt the vibrator melt into a thumping rhythmic pattern as my insides begged for release. I didn’t get to orgasm during the last round and that served only to deepen my need during this round.
Suddenly the bikes started listing from side to side. Wren was over at the board showing off for Travis and Sean and they intensely watched how Wren was seamlessly operating all ten bikes at once. He would hit a button and move a digital slider and we’d receive more thumping with more intensity. The bikes lurched from side to side.
Tallulah fell off to the side and onto the rubber mat that surrounded her bike.
My insides were vibrating. I groaned and rode, begging for release.
I looked to the clock in front of me. I still had thirty seconds. I wasn’t going to last. I took in a deep breath. Oh my god! Both twins were staring at me again.
I was revved up. I was sweating, and they were ruining my concentration. Their eyes were digging deep daggers into my body as my skin glistened. The anticipation of my impending orgasm was so close before they blasted me out of my zone with their creepy eyes.
Caitlyn gasped as her second orgasm ripped through her. Damn her, I needed that more than her.
The massive machines didn’t slow as Carmen, Aja, and Nadia all hit theirs next. That only lessened my experience and made me feel dejected.
All of a sudden, my bike jerked, turned left, and I fell off to the side. Then each of the other girls fell off until only Genevieve remained. It was hard to stay on when the bike was jerking in half turns.
Ethan took his cue and dealt out the next cards. Everyone received their one and Avery claimed his two for Genevieve’s win. This time it was Avery’s time to smile as he ordered another drink.
Dorian glanced over to his right and flashed reassurance with his eyes. I nodded, sweating and exhausted. I couldn’t feel anything below my waist except for the tingling of the engine vibration still racing through my thighs.
“Let’s keep this interesting, gents, another $10,000 for this round and their dresses come off,” Ethan said.
Avery was reaching for his chips then hesitated, as he looked over at me. Dorian knew what weakened Avery most. I saw him sigh, and then agreed as he threw his chips to the center.
“I’m out,” Tate Channers said. “My last movie bombed, and this is getting too rich for my blood.”
“Me too. I’m out!” Jacob Preston announced. That meant Aja and Allura were both done. Only eight of us left.
Round 3
Round three ended as quickly as it began. Wren got a little crazy and began tilting the bikes beyond forty-five degree angles as the bikes jerked us up and down. I tried desperately to hold on but my hands were slick with sweat and I was thrown off.
“Avery, I match your thirty thousand and raise it ten,” Dorian said, and their bras come off next.”
As I looked over at Avery, he was smiling, but not at me. Genevieve had just won another round, and during the break, they were both petting Avery like he was a Triple Crown Winner. He was bathing in their attention as they rubbed against him. My gut clenched and I responded in kind towards Dorian, sitting on his lap and snuggling into his neck while his hands roamed all over my now completely nude body.
It shouldn’t be like this. Avery was angry with both Dorian and me. Avery was a self-made man who built these camps and made sexual fantasies come true for thousands of people and I knew now that I never wanted to see angry Avery again. Jealousy made people blind. Avery was halfway gone. And he didn’t seem to notice that he was making a fool out of both of us. But then again, so was I. Everyone was whispering and talking about how we were behaving, that we were ridiculous. And they were right. This entire arrangement was ridiculous. But my heart was weak. I was in love with two men. And because I couldn’t choose, because I didn’t want to choose, I was now on show for everyone to watch.
In high school when I was a gymnast, I didn’t mind performing for large crowds. So why now was a huge part of me so uncomfortable? Was it because I was naked riding a $250,000 Sybian? That may have something to do with it. Ugh.
Round 4
Round four wasn’t my finest hour to say the least, but I had enough to outlast everyone else. Sadly, I was just too pissed off and the more I wanted to orgasm the more my mind fought it.
In the end, the creepy-eyed twins kept their eyes locked on me and I was denied another orgasm.
But during this round, the twins lost control and were bucked off early.
Wren had the Sybian Harleys moving and gyrating in ways that were contradictory to the laws of physics. He certainly had found his calling. H
e was the Sybian master. If it wasn’t for my freakish gymnast leg strength, I don’t think I would have lasted through this round.
I recovered in a soft chair and downed an Alabama slammer. Dorian winked to me and I still smiled like the damn fool that I was. Did I really stoop this low just to make a man happy? Egos were being bruised and I was a pawn in the little game. Except this wasn’t chess. This was some crazy ass poker run.
I looked over at the table to see everyone clapping politely for Claire McCoy’s player.
Rhett Denning folded his hand and stepped away from the table. Claire kissed him senseless and he seemed to forget that he had just lost $75,000.
Pierce called a time out for the riders and Jenna came up to me and handed me another shot. I downed the shot of Jameson and then she grabbed me by the arm and walked me completely nude to the restroom. I lowered my head into my hands as I sat on the toilet. Jenna stood outside the stall door waiting for me.
“I am so sore, I can barely stand, not to mention walk over here. Thank you for helping me,” I said to Jenna.
“It’s almost over, only three more rounds. You got this.” She was so reassuring.
“Yea, the three worst rounds and I need to orgasm so badly that I thought of masturbating right here in the restroom. I would’ve too if my clit wasn’t too sore to touch.
“When I get sore down there I just make Ethan go down on me. He’s got a magic tongue and it always makes everything feel better,” Jenna said.
“Well go get him right now. I need the release,” I said, as I finished patting off and unlocked the door of the stall.
Jenna was standing by the door as it swung open and when I stepped forward, she blocked my path, pushed me backwards down onto the toilet seat, and closed the door behind her and snapped the lock.
“We don’t need Ethan. I’m as good as he is,” she said, as Jenna slid down onto her knees and locked her mouth onto my happy button. Within seconds, my eyes rolled back in my head and I was overtaken with need. God, did it feel great.
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