Evelyn eagerly turns over her cards to you; three sixes. She looks at you in a way that makes a little scared, before you turn over your cards. Three sevens. She looks at you cards in disbelief for a few seconds, before startling to giggle again.
"Well, rules are rules, I guess," she said, rolling onto her bar, and then peeling her black panties down off of her hips and groin, and slowly bringing them down the length of her nicely shaped legs, until she can add them to the pile under you chair.
"So," you say as casually as you can. "This game is over. I still have some clothes on, so I win. Time for our next game." You bend over to reach under her chair for your clothes, but as you do so, she slowly spreads her legs apart while sitting on the chair in question. Either she is actually as young as she actually looks, or she is very well groomed. You find yourself locked into place, not able to move any further forward to grab your clothes, yet not quite able to go back to sitting down.
"That game *is* over," Eveyln prettily agrees. "But you still have to claim your prize." She giggles again.
"My prize?" you stammer. "What is my prize?"
Evelyn stretches languidly on the chair, her pale, naked form a wonder to behold. "Oh, under the circumstances, I'm sure you could find something appropriate." She giggles again. "Or even better, inappropriate. After all, you have no idea what I had planned for you had I won the game.
You are still very uncertain, but also aroused. And on top of all of this is the notion that's you're completely misunderstanding the intentions of a young, and possibly not entirely sane, young woman. Part of you just wants to grab your clothes, and run, while another wants to grab your clothes, get everyone dressed, and pretend this never happened. A third part, that you are trying to keep silent with less and less luck,wants you to take up this mysterious and sexy girl child on whatever reward you can extract from her. |