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.
I lay back on the bed. The scotch was making my head fuzzy, and the exhaustion of being sucked off like that was enough to knock me out. She was good.
“Want me to do it again?” she purred.
“No, you can go.”
“What?” She sounded alarmed.
“Yeah, we’re done.” I barely opened my eyes to look at her while she fastened the costume back together.