I walked toward the table and sat in one of the velvet chairs. “What’s the buy in ?”
“We thought fifty K would be a good start .”
I felt the surge of adrenaline shoot through me. I felt the chips roll through my fingers before I stacked them back in place .
“Who’s playing?” I asked .
“Me and a few of the other guys.” Sam sat next to me. Soon the table was full .
One of the guys, I didn’t even know his name, pulled out a box of Cubans and placed them on the table .”
“Nice.” I smiled, lighting one .
The doors opened, and a waitress appeared with a bottle of scotch and five glasses. She leaned in front of me, wafting her perfume in front of my nose, along with a good look at her nipples. She smiled at me while she poured my drink. I slapped her on the ass as she turned back for the suite .
I looked around the table. “You bastards have managed to not fuck up the DEAN. Good job.” I took a puff of the cigar and looked at the cards in my hand .
Sam tried to put on a poker face before we started. “And the night’s not even over .”
I laughed. “Yeah, it better not be .”
I loved poker. I loved money. I loved expensive scotch and cigars. But I also loved to fuck, and this night wasn’t going to end without me taking one of these girls to the master suite. I leaned back in my chair like a king. Yeah, this was turning out to be one hell of a night .
I didn’t check the time, but after I raked in another fifty thousand, I was ready for the second half of my gift. The girl who kept bringing me drinks eyed me like a lollipop she was ready to suck each time she came to the table .
“Well, fellas, you think you’re ready to call it?” I looked at the group .
They nodded. “Yeah, I don’t get a bonus until we win the next game so I’m out .”
“All right.” I pushed back from the table .
Sam stood up. “Why don’t you head to the master suite ?”
I kicked back the scotch, and twisted the end of my cigar in the dish. “See you boys later .”
They laughed as I left the poker table. “Enjoy,” they called behind me .
I let myself into the suite, closing the door behind me .
Out of nowhere walked a redhead wearing a nurse’s uniform. I chuckled .
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she whispered, flattening her hands against my chest. She bit on her lower lip, dragging it slowly under her teeth .
“Is that so?” I looked down into her brown eyes, wide with lust. This girl was getting paid. I knew that, but she was also ready and willing to do anything I wanted. I could see it .
She nodded. “I want to take care of you. Any way you want.” Her eyes lit up wickedly .
I loosened the buckle on my jeans and let my pants slide to the floor. I sat on the bed as I freed my cock from my boxer briefs .
I didn’t have to say a word. She lowered herself to the floor, her tits bobbing through the flimsy nurse costume, and wrapped her lips around my dick .
“That’s it, baby,” I encouraged her as she began a slow, rhythmic motion, her tongue swirling, her lips massaging up and down as I pushed deeper in her mouth. I wanted to come in her throat with her on her knees. I reached for her button, pulling the flimsy shirt off her shoulders. She had round breasts that weren’t natural. They were almost too big, but I watched them bounce up and down anyway as she sucked harder. One of her hands cupped my balls while the other pinched and twirled her nipple .
“That’s it.” I fucked her mouth harder until I could feel the tightening in my gut .
She groaned as I filled her with my release. She looked up at me, licking her lips .
“I can’t believe I just gave Wes Blakefield a blowjob.” She giggled .