Starting with a game of poker ((Closed)))

[ForeverIllinois]

Eighteen years old and not being in college definitely hurt young Amanda Stuart's self esteem; horrendously so, given that most of her peers were ending up in some elite universities. Being more and more disconnected with them, a bit of depression began to take its toll before she had gotten approached by a modeling agent. Suddenly, it seemed as if life had finally meaning - and before she knew it, friends were reconnecting with her and everyone just wanted to know about her life.

She definitely did have the body for the part - a slim, slender figure caught the glances of many, especially matched with her large, round breasts in the way. Her fit long legs and backside would steal one too many glances from men, even if they were in committed relationships - so her beautiful face and long, perfect hair didn't at all help. While some would say that it was only by utter luck that she had gotten hired as a bikini model, others would argue that she definitely had the figure built for it, and it was only a matter of time.

Still, hours of posing and modeling was tiresome, in its own way, so often times right after work, she needed some way of relaxing. That said, she wasn't too enthusiastic when a friend of hers invited Amanda to a party:

"Hey Amy, you free tonight?" Emily asked.
"...I guess. What did you have in mind?"
"Just a party going on uptown in an hour. I figure that you should come."
"Well, I suppose that it wouldn't hurt." she replied with a smile, though cursed her luck.

...

Despite the hesitance on her part, Amanda did show up, stepping out of her Corvette, wearing a simple football jersey, denim shorts and heels. Of course, she wore that top mainly because she was afraid of people noticing how stacked she was on top; a futile effort, if there ever was one, seeing how her bust stretched out her high school's football team's name "Winchester High" on her chest.

"This is going to be some night..." Amanda thought to herself, hearing the loud music and the distant shouts before she went up the stairs and knocked on the door.

OOC:

Amanda's appearance:

 

[shizzz]

Lance had decided it would
E good to get the agency kids together for a little party. It wasn't his fence but he was on his way up. He was only27 and at a tall 6'2 with raven black hair, a chiselled
Face that was all hard strong lines framing his crystal blue eyes. He was a dedicated swimmer, with a lithe chiselled frame that most men envied.

He heard a knock on his door, hoping it was his boss, one of the vice chairman, but it wasn't. However e thought he recognize her

"Hey. Your the new model" he said with a smile as he stepped
Back to let her in.

"come in! Im so sorry. What is your name again? I'm Lance" he said holding out a hand

 

[ForeverIllinois]

She was surprised that it wasn't Emily who answered the door (as she made sure to let Amanda know that she'd be here early) but instead a tall, older man. He towered over her 5'7 height frame, and looked down to meet the young model's eyes. He smiled and greeted her in, and she couldn't help but smile back.

"Nice to meet you Lance. I'm Amanda." Amanda replied, extending her hand to his own.

 

[shizzz]

"Well Amanda lets get you a drink" he said with a grin as she walked in. He put his arm on the small of her slender back and guided her into the back gaming room. The wet bar was in their, and the room had plenty I open space. Lots of people were dancing and drinking. A good 20-30 people were there

"So what can i get you" he asked as he slid behind the bar. His tight grey t shirt stretched over his muscles as he moved, the khaki shorts were cool in the warm crowded room as he slipped behind the bar

He couldn't help but notice the jersey, local highschool, and the way she filled it out. He even thought he could remember some of her shots. This could be a good night after all

"How do you like the modeling life" he asked as she pondered her drink, and he took the opportunity to survey the party. Nothing like pulling off a good party

 

[ForeverIllinois]

"Anything would be fine, thank you." she replied, walking into the room with Lance's hand guiding her by her back. The young woman scanned the room with her eyes and yet, Emily wasn't there. Sure, she recognized a few girls here and there from the modeling agency, but her friend was nowhere to be found. "I guess she's running late." she thought, though the possibility that Emily simply abandoned her did pop into her mind.

A glass of scotch made its way into her right hand, and the eighteen year old felt obliged to drink from it. It was tough to swallow down - but not impossible.

"The modeling life? Oh, it's great." she replied, eying Lance between sips. He seemed like a model myself, what with that figure.

"Nothing like getting paid to get photos taken of you. Say, what about you Lance? What do you do for a living?" she then asked, half-way done with her drink.

 

[shizzz]

He couldn't help but notice her polishing off the glass rather well.

"I'm one of the junior chairs. You know the middle man between the VP chairman and the
Managers. I've been with the company for almost five years now" he said a she poured him a glass from the bar, tossing it back. He topped her glass back up

"Never would have thought you were a scotch gal. So what do you do for fun Amanda. When your not standing around being photographed. Which unheard is harder then it looks" he told her with a smile, gently clonking her glass
With his

"Heres to standing around and making
Money" he said before tossing his back. Then pouring another one

 

[ForeverIllinois]

She hit her glass with his own and smiled, before taking down her shot of scotch.

"What I do for fun...let's see..." Amanda said, pondering over that question for a little bit, given that she didn't really know what she liked doing herself. "Probably reading. Painting? That's the sort of stuff that I do on my self." she said, putting the glass away. "I guess with friends, playing darts or cards. And yes, I'm not overly exciting." she then added with a lighthearted laugh.

 

[shizzz]

"scotch drinking card player. Next you'll tells you smoke cigars" he said with a wink. Catching her eye he couldn't help but wonder about how good she could be. After all a guy like him lived in competition. And he always looked for competition

He poured her another glass

"I was hoping to get a card game going later tonight, unless of. Purse the party actually got interesting" he told her with a smile as he came around th bar and sat beside her

"So amanda do tell me, what is your favorite card game"

 

[ForeverIllinois]

Amanda laughed at his joke and with a grin, she replied "No no! I don't smoke!" before laughing again. She was surprised to see her glass filled again - but she had no complaints. However, already she could feel the drink getting into her system...

"Hm...Blackjack or poker. I don't know, they seem like the only fun party games." she added, before sipping on her drink. "I'm no expert or anything. I just play for fun."

 

[shizzz]

"Well fun is the only thing to be played for. Right?" he said as he looke over at her, noticing the tight jeans on her slender thighs, suddenly filled with the image of et peeling out of them

"So Amanda. Who'd you come ere with. No boyfriend or anything is there?" deciding that it was obvious she was hit, and maybe evenaking it obvious he was attracted, but then again he hadn't exactly been discreet when he had checke her out earlier

"I just mean that I have never really seen you before, and I was curious who you knew that was on the business side of the operations" he asked wondering just how
Much about him she might know. Maybe she knew his reputation, and maybe she didn't. He hoped she didn't because he was pretty sure he could talk her into a game of cards. Especially after another scotch or two. He tossed te rest of his back

 

[ForeverIllinois]

"Oh no, no boyfriend." she replied honestly, further going with detail "I never really have the time for a relationship...besides, most guys aren't exactly thrilled that I'm posing everywhere for guys to practically drool all over me." before laughing at my own predicament.

"And I don't know many people in business. I'm pretty new at this, as you can tell." Amanda glanced around, looking for a place to sit. "Hey, aren't you tired from standing around? My legs are killing me."

 

[shizzz]

"yeah. Where are my
Manners" he said as he gestured towards a back room

"Come on this way" he said as he lead her into another smaller room. There they sat down at a
Game table. There were a few other people in the room. People that wanted to chat and get away from the loud music. Even though it was plenty loud

"You don't strike me as the typical model. If you were you wouldn't be hiding your curves in that jersey" he said with a grin

"It definitely takes a special guy to accept the thought of a girl popping stiffies
Around the world. But you've only done swimsuits right. I mean no nudes or lingerie even?" he asked as he flipped open a small box
And found some cards

"uh oh. Now we gotta play right" he said with a wink as he began shuffling

 

[ForeverIllinois]

Amanda gasped and laughed at his remark. "So you noticed huh?" she said, glancing at the jersey, which wasn't exactly a tight fit but still, somehow, showed off her curves. "And that's the deal. I don't do anything more than swimsuits."

She walked around the room, but was interrupted by Lance finding cards and giving her a wink. She winked back, playfully so, and added "Seems like it."

 

[shizzz]

He grinned at her

"Well I'm sure that they have tried to talk you into more. After all it's way past high school days now" he said with a from as he started to shuffle the deck

"So why don't we play a little poker? In fact I think it's almost a necessity" he said with a grin as the cards began to thrum in his jads

"Adter all I have got to get a chance to get you out of that jersey. I've seen some of your photos, but not in person " he said with a grin

"What do you say. If I win I get your shirt. And if you win. You can have my shirt, unless you had something else in mind" he asked with a wink as his big deft hands began to sling the cards out

 

[ForeverIllinois]

"My shirt?" Amanda repeated and chuckled a bit, before going along with it and saying "Okay, fine. You can have my jersey if I lose. I'll take your shirt if I win though." as Lance began to deal the cards. Though it didn't seem like it in her calm exterior, the young model was a bit nervous about the game already. It wasn't hard to strip out of her shirt when in a photo-shoot, given that she was with professional photographers...but if she'd lose, she would be revealing more of herself to a man that clearly wanted to see some skin for entirely different reasons.

The young woman then glanced at her hand and immediately smiled. Things were looking good.

 

[shizzz]

He smiled back at her.

"Shirts it is" he said with a grin. Then he scooped up his cards. With a smirk he laid them out

He looked down at her hand

"Well damn. I guess that's a short for you"
He said as he stood up and peele his shirt off, and tossed it to her

His lithe muscles flexed in the low light, shadows dancing across his flesh as he looked down at her

"I'll be having that jersey next "