They were drunk. Not sloppy drunk, but inhibitions had definitely faded. It was the last day of midterms, first semester. Well, evening really. Most of the students at the college had left for the weeklong break between terms. Some were leaving in the morning. A few, like Tony, were staying on campus. Right now there were eight of them sitting in a dorm lounge, four girls, four boys, drinking beer and playing poker.
Well, they had been playing poker. Right now it was down to two players and one huge pot. Tony was one of them and a girl he hadn't really met before tonight was the other. They had found out, over the course of the game, that neither of them could afford to fly home for a week, so they'd both be staying there all week. The pot was about $300, which was about a week's pay working part time. Tony could use the money. And he had one hell of a hand.
Four of a kind. All 2's, but still one hell of a hand. It beat just about anything, including the three kings and two 8's that made up his opponent's full house. Tony didn't know that though. He knew he was sitting on a great hand and he was raising for all he was worth, and she was keeping up with him.
"Let's see, I'll see your twenty and raise you twenty," Tony said, tossing his last $40 into the pot.
The girl smiled. "I see your twenty and raise..." She paused and looked at the money in her hand. "I can't see your twenty. I only have ten left." She turned to look at her friend.
The friend shook her head. "I don't have any money left, sorry."
Tony grinned, looking at the pile of cash. "Well, I guess I win."
"Wait," the friend said, "What if she could offer you something else, like doing your laundry for a week?"
Tony shook his head. "I can do my own laundry. I can't pass up a pot this big."
"What about a hand job?" Everyone turned to look at the guy who had spoken. They had thought he was passed out drunk, a can of Busch Lite still in his hand. Apparently he was awake now. "A handy's worth about ten bucks."
"That's disgusting," the friend said.
"Assuming three minutes a handy, that's $200 an hour," the drunk slurred.
"Well, what if she wants to raise?" the friend asked. "Is a 'handy' acceptable currency or should she be prepared to give a blow job or a tit-fuck? And what about cum? Does swallowing cost extra? How about a facial?"
"Stop." Tony's voice wasn't loud but it was firm. He looked at his opponent. "It's up to you. I'm game if you are."
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The idea is the betting gets bigger and bigger until your player suggests the loser serves as the winner's sex slave for the upcoming vacation week.
Please PM if interested. Thank you
Well, they had been playing poker. Right now it was down to two players and one huge pot. Tony was one of them and a girl he hadn't really met before tonight was the other. They had found out, over the course of the game, that neither of them could afford to fly home for a week, so they'd both be staying there all week. The pot was about $300, which was about a week's pay working part time. Tony could use the money. And he had one hell of a hand.
Four of a kind. All 2's, but still one hell of a hand. It beat just about anything, including the three kings and two 8's that made up his opponent's full house. Tony didn't know that though. He knew he was sitting on a great hand and he was raising for all he was worth, and she was keeping up with him.
"Let's see, I'll see your twenty and raise you twenty," Tony said, tossing his last $40 into the pot.
The girl smiled. "I see your twenty and raise..." She paused and looked at the money in her hand. "I can't see your twenty. I only have ten left." She turned to look at her friend.
The friend shook her head. "I don't have any money left, sorry."
Tony grinned, looking at the pile of cash. "Well, I guess I win."
"Wait," the friend said, "What if she could offer you something else, like doing your laundry for a week?"
Tony shook his head. "I can do my own laundry. I can't pass up a pot this big."
"What about a hand job?" Everyone turned to look at the guy who had spoken. They had thought he was passed out drunk, a can of Busch Lite still in his hand. Apparently he was awake now. "A handy's worth about ten bucks."
"That's disgusting," the friend said.
"Assuming three minutes a handy, that's $200 an hour," the drunk slurred.
"Well, what if she wants to raise?" the friend asked. "Is a 'handy' acceptable currency or should she be prepared to give a blow job or a tit-fuck? And what about cum? Does swallowing cost extra? How about a facial?"
"Stop." Tony's voice wasn't loud but it was firm. He looked at his opponent. "It's up to you. I'm game if you are."
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The idea is the betting gets bigger and bigger until your player suggests the loser serves as the winner's sex slave for the upcoming vacation week.
Please PM if interested. Thank you
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