Homerun2611
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Chris Helmseley had been sitting at this high stakes game of Texas Hold 'Em for over three hours. It was 11 PM, and 10 players had been reduced to two. Danny had the big stack, over $2 million in chips while his adversary had less than $300,000. Anyone who knew poker knew the game was over. it was now a war of attrition, he just didn't have enough chips to win.
While , the German gentlemen did not have the chips to win, he did have one thing that Chris envied. He had the girl. The sexy little number, in Chris' opinion had been making increasing eye contact with him throughout the night. Was she flirting or intentionally distracting him, he wondered if the two thought such a simple ruse would work on him. He was a very experienced player, having won the World Series of poker twice and made it to the final table three other times, all within the last six years. If he wasn't the best poker player in the country, he was somewhere in the top 5. Meanwhile his competitor was not in the top 1000.
The gorgeous girl had not distracted, she had motivated. He enjoyed taking a man down in front of his woman and then often taking her home as part of the spoils of victory, leaving the man he had just so thoroughly beaten, completely emasculated. And that was happening now. The only open question at this point was, did he get the money and the girl or just the money? This had been a warm-up tournament to Christopher. He would head to Dubai next week for a high stakes game and found competing and winning a tournament like this, got his competitive juices finely tuned.
Chris enjoyed women, many women...many, many women. But his tastes were so varied, his lusts so intense, and his schedule so demanding, he had never had a desire to focus too much time on any particular woman. Chris found himself restless, this game was dragging far longer than it should have, he wanted to end this and put the man out of his misery. He again smiled at the stunning little brunette and gave her a wink.
It wasn't two more hands until opportunity knocked. Texas Hold ‘Em is a simple game, often played for significant money. Each player is dealt two cards face down. A bet is made, one player automatically has made the minimum opening bet, that player is called the big blind. That role is rotated from player to player each hand. When only two players are left, like it was now, every other hand a player had to make the minimum bet, which at this late stage of the game was $25,000. His opponent was steadily losing ground and had to make a move. Chris saw his two down cards, the five and seven of spades. He looked at his opponent and saw the tell he had watched all night. The man was pleased very pleased. In poker you play the man every bit as much as the cards. Chris had such a good read on this muscle headed goon, it was almost unthinkable he would lose. It didn’t really matter how the cards got dealt, he would play the man and eventually shred him of his money, and, in all likelihood, his dignity. In this case, Chris was sure the man had a very high pair of cards in his down cards, likely aces, kings or cowboys, as some referred to them, or queens/ladies. They each bet $25,000 enough to see the next three cards turned face up. The man bet light to make Chris think he had a good, not necessarily great hand. Generally smart, but Chris was no ordinary player.
The three cards turned face up by the dealer for both players use were the six of spades and the eight of spades, and the king of clubs. Chris watched, and the big man almost came in his pants. Chris only looked at the woman, her nipples hardening. She know poker, he thought. However, as good as the man’s hand was, Chris now had the 5, 6, 7 and eight of spades. He was one spade away from a flush, five cards in the same suit, in this case spades, or the 4 or 9 in any suit, and he had a straight. Either hand beat three of a kind, even three kings.
The man again bet the minimum, he was trying to reel Chris in. However, Chris knew how close he was to flipping the table his way. When the next card turned the game was over, the 4 of spades! Chris had a straight flush in his hand now, and the only thing that beat that was a higher straight flush, a mathematical impossibility, given the cards already on the table. Again, Chris now checked to the big man who tried to act concerned, but then confidently pushed a $100,000 bet on the table. Chris hemmed and hawed, as if he was contemplating the value of two pair in his hand, or possibly holding a flush, and being cagey. Ultimately, he matched the bet.
Great poker players now their probability of winning all the time. Great players never show if that probability is low or high. Chris had graduated at the top of his class from the US Naval Academy, in Annapolis Maryland, in engineering. He could calculate relative probability in his head as fast as any computer. A number that changed with every turn of the cards. As importantly, he had also been a top F-16 fighter jet pilot. Serving three tours in Iraq. His resting pulse rate was 38, nothing that happened at this table was going to flap him.
Now was the key moment, the final card was turned, followed by the last set of bets. Chris silently prayed that one of the cards already on the table would be matched, and sure enough, the dealer turned over the four of diamonds. Chris didn’t even look at the man, he had his own show to put on, some mild elation, intended to make the man think the pair of fours mattered to him somehow. Chris Knesset they mattered to musclehead, he now had a great hand, three kings and two fours, or a full house, kings high. A hand good enough to win 99% of all poker hands, just not this one. Chris now got to use his real skill, lining his opponent for the kill. Chris bet $100,000 and watched as musclehead pushed all his chips, going “all in” and in the process raisin the pot another $75,000. Now make no mistake, this would have been a nice win for musclehead, but he still would have been down almost $2 million to Chris, with overall victory, still very doubtful.
He knew musclehead was convinced Chris had a lower full house. A good hand for sure, but nothing compared to the almighty musclehead. Chris looked over at him, and cocked his brow, staring now at the beautiful woman. “We seem to be at an interesting point here, you could get a nice little win, which would help, but is nowhere near what you need, or I could let you win another million, take command of this game, if you put up something I valued that much. Since I don’t see any stock certificates in your pocket, the only thing I see worth that much to me is...her!”
Chris got up and walked around the half of the table that separated them. He put his hand on her waist, and leaned in and kissed her cheek. He wanted her to smell his fine cologne, feel his breath and soft lips caress her cheek, his strong hands hold her tiny waist. “You can bet her against my million, but If I win, I intend to collect. There will be no going back until I am done with her, for as long as AI want to OWN her”. He wanted that word to sink in for both of them. “...and should I win, I have to know she agrees?” He leaned in giving her a second kiss on the cheek, this time he also whispered into her ear, "My beautiful fraulein, you may not believe me, but you want me to win".
While , the German gentlemen did not have the chips to win, he did have one thing that Chris envied. He had the girl. The sexy little number, in Chris' opinion had been making increasing eye contact with him throughout the night. Was she flirting or intentionally distracting him, he wondered if the two thought such a simple ruse would work on him. He was a very experienced player, having won the World Series of poker twice and made it to the final table three other times, all within the last six years. If he wasn't the best poker player in the country, he was somewhere in the top 5. Meanwhile his competitor was not in the top 1000.
The gorgeous girl had not distracted, she had motivated. He enjoyed taking a man down in front of his woman and then often taking her home as part of the spoils of victory, leaving the man he had just so thoroughly beaten, completely emasculated. And that was happening now. The only open question at this point was, did he get the money and the girl or just the money? This had been a warm-up tournament to Christopher. He would head to Dubai next week for a high stakes game and found competing and winning a tournament like this, got his competitive juices finely tuned.
Chris enjoyed women, many women...many, many women. But his tastes were so varied, his lusts so intense, and his schedule so demanding, he had never had a desire to focus too much time on any particular woman. Chris found himself restless, this game was dragging far longer than it should have, he wanted to end this and put the man out of his misery. He again smiled at the stunning little brunette and gave her a wink.
It wasn't two more hands until opportunity knocked. Texas Hold ‘Em is a simple game, often played for significant money. Each player is dealt two cards face down. A bet is made, one player automatically has made the minimum opening bet, that player is called the big blind. That role is rotated from player to player each hand. When only two players are left, like it was now, every other hand a player had to make the minimum bet, which at this late stage of the game was $25,000. His opponent was steadily losing ground and had to make a move. Chris saw his two down cards, the five and seven of spades. He looked at his opponent and saw the tell he had watched all night. The man was pleased very pleased. In poker you play the man every bit as much as the cards. Chris had such a good read on this muscle headed goon, it was almost unthinkable he would lose. It didn’t really matter how the cards got dealt, he would play the man and eventually shred him of his money, and, in all likelihood, his dignity. In this case, Chris was sure the man had a very high pair of cards in his down cards, likely aces, kings or cowboys, as some referred to them, or queens/ladies. They each bet $25,000 enough to see the next three cards turned face up. The man bet light to make Chris think he had a good, not necessarily great hand. Generally smart, but Chris was no ordinary player.
The three cards turned face up by the dealer for both players use were the six of spades and the eight of spades, and the king of clubs. Chris watched, and the big man almost came in his pants. Chris only looked at the woman, her nipples hardening. She know poker, he thought. However, as good as the man’s hand was, Chris now had the 5, 6, 7 and eight of spades. He was one spade away from a flush, five cards in the same suit, in this case spades, or the 4 or 9 in any suit, and he had a straight. Either hand beat three of a kind, even three kings.
The man again bet the minimum, he was trying to reel Chris in. However, Chris knew how close he was to flipping the table his way. When the next card turned the game was over, the 4 of spades! Chris had a straight flush in his hand now, and the only thing that beat that was a higher straight flush, a mathematical impossibility, given the cards already on the table. Again, Chris now checked to the big man who tried to act concerned, but then confidently pushed a $100,000 bet on the table. Chris hemmed and hawed, as if he was contemplating the value of two pair in his hand, or possibly holding a flush, and being cagey. Ultimately, he matched the bet.
Great poker players now their probability of winning all the time. Great players never show if that probability is low or high. Chris had graduated at the top of his class from the US Naval Academy, in Annapolis Maryland, in engineering. He could calculate relative probability in his head as fast as any computer. A number that changed with every turn of the cards. As importantly, he had also been a top F-16 fighter jet pilot. Serving three tours in Iraq. His resting pulse rate was 38, nothing that happened at this table was going to flap him.
Now was the key moment, the final card was turned, followed by the last set of bets. Chris silently prayed that one of the cards already on the table would be matched, and sure enough, the dealer turned over the four of diamonds. Chris didn’t even look at the man, he had his own show to put on, some mild elation, intended to make the man think the pair of fours mattered to him somehow. Chris Knesset they mattered to musclehead, he now had a great hand, three kings and two fours, or a full house, kings high. A hand good enough to win 99% of all poker hands, just not this one. Chris now got to use his real skill, lining his opponent for the kill. Chris bet $100,000 and watched as musclehead pushed all his chips, going “all in” and in the process raisin the pot another $75,000. Now make no mistake, this would have been a nice win for musclehead, but he still would have been down almost $2 million to Chris, with overall victory, still very doubtful.
He knew musclehead was convinced Chris had a lower full house. A good hand for sure, but nothing compared to the almighty musclehead. Chris looked over at him, and cocked his brow, staring now at the beautiful woman. “We seem to be at an interesting point here, you could get a nice little win, which would help, but is nowhere near what you need, or I could let you win another million, take command of this game, if you put up something I valued that much. Since I don’t see any stock certificates in your pocket, the only thing I see worth that much to me is...her!”
Chris got up and walked around the half of the table that separated them. He put his hand on her waist, and leaned in and kissed her cheek. He wanted her to smell his fine cologne, feel his breath and soft lips caress her cheek, his strong hands hold her tiny waist. “You can bet her against my million, but If I win, I intend to collect. There will be no going back until I am done with her, for as long as AI want to OWN her”. He wanted that word to sink in for both of them. “...and should I win, I have to know she agrees?” He leaned in giving her a second kiss on the cheek, this time he also whispered into her ear, "My beautiful fraulein, you may not believe me, but you want me to win".