"Sounds like you've got a good card," one of the men said, eying her with interest. Or rather, eying her boobs with interest.
Jessica smiled at him, jutting her chest out just a little more.
"Give me one, Vinnie," one of them said, and the others followed suit, throwing down between one and three.
Jessica became a little worried and wondered if she should try for more. She seemed to recall some guys telling her once that aces and face cards were weak hands. On the other hand they'd been playing strip poker at the time. What if the boys were telling the truth?
Nervous or not she'd already committed and the boys looked around at each other, nodded, and began to show their cards.
"Three of a kind."
"Flush!"
"Four!"
"Two pairs!"
Jessica trembled as she put down her pair, hoping that they'd tell her she'd won. Looking at their jubilant faces she knew the truth.
"Damn girl. That's too bad. Well, guess we should get on to other things. Hey, Jake!" he called across to the bartender. "Can we use your office? The girl here owes us each a fuck."
Jessica's face flamed red as all eyes swivelled to her, and yet she felt a juiciness all but dripping between her legs. She was used to being a fucktoy for the boys, using her looks to try and get things from them. Sometimes she succeeded, more often she failed and had to pay the price.
"Only if I get first shot," the fat man behind the bar called back.
"Sure thing," Vinnie called back, then turned to Jessica. "Let's go."
The girl hesitated, clasping her thighs together rhythmically, reconsidering. She might still be able to get out of it, but did she really want do? And, for that matter, could she? |