"Just one thing," Vinnie said, as he began to deal the cards. "Since we're funding you - giving you money," he clarified at her confused look. "Since we're giving you money you owe us each a fuck."
"What? But that's not fair!" she protested, stomping her foot. It didn't make her big jugs jiggle as much as they would've if she was standing, but with the boys didn't need any excuse to feast their eyes on them.
"Why not? We need something as a down-payment - to show that you'll pay us back."
Jessica frowned, then remembered that causes wrinkles and settled for licking her lips like she always did when trying to figure something out. The boys found it sexy as hell as had to restrain themselves from taking their fuck right then and there. Seeing their excited faces Jessica decided it would probably work to her advantage and distract the boys.
"Sure," she said, nodding with a smile. Besides, she hadn't been fucked in almost a day!
Vinnie smiled back and resumed dealing. Jessica resumed licking her lips as she tried to remember the advice those boys had given her when they played strip poker. She got all the boys naked at that game, then lost it all on a double-or-nothing bet and had to service them all. She still wasn't quite sure why, but she didn't usually think too hard about things.
Taking a hard swallow of whatever the waitress put in front of her Jessica never noticed the hand-signals going between the server and Vinnie. Whenever she was about to stumble into a big victory one of the boys would jump up and announce he wanted his payment. Jessica would shrug, put down her cards, and the two would retire to the backroom for five minutes of whatever the guy wanted. She never noticed that her cards were always changed to a losing hand when she returned.
As the night drew on, her chips dwindled, and her body contained more and more sperm she switched from licking her lips to biting them nervously.
On the last pot she decided to go all in. She didn't have much money left, but she thought her cards were probably good. Behind her the waitress signalled frantically and Vinnie sat up in alarm.
"Jessica, time Jim to plow your cunt. Or ass. Or mouth."
"What? But he's not in the game and I've paid you all."
Vinnie chuckled. "Sure, but if you remember you've been buying the drinks, so you owe him too."
Jessica's mouth parted, an 'oh' coming out as she accepted the logic. She put down her cards, nodded, and walked toward the backroom, leaving a puddle of cum on her chair. The waitress grimaced and flipped the girl's cards while Jim willingly sacrificed himself for the cause.
"Wow! Good catch, Rhonda," Vinnie said, changing a few cards to make a spectacular hand a crummy one."
Jim finished plowing the girl with an unusually large dick and she came back into the room one more orgasm richer, and maybe a few brain cells dumber, if that were possible. |