Her best friend Chloe had decided that Steffie had been single long enough and needed to meet someone new so she set her up on a blind date. Steffie knew she meant well but had a bad feeling about the date from the beginning and now that she was half way through it, knew that her intuition had been right. He was nice enough, but dreadfully boring and rather full of himself.
By the time she had managed to escape with just a kiss on the cheek it was ten thirty. She walked in the door of her house and wanting a drink, went searching for Jack and Calvin to see if one of them had anything. She came across them in Jack's room, playing cards.
"Hey, how was your hot date?" Jack asked, as she appeared in the doorway.
"Dreadful," she replied.
"Wow, you look really hot!" Calvin exclaimed fanning himself with his cards.
She looked down at the deep purple velvet strapless dress she had worn. Chloe had insisted that she look sexy and had pulled the form fitting dress from her closet adamant that she wear it.
"Thank you. I really need a drink. What have you got?"
Shuffling the cards, Jack replied, "Anything you want, but you have to win it. Have a seat." He began to deal the three of them cards. "Straight up poker, boys and girls."
Steffie picked up her cards and stared at them. "But I don't know how to play poker," she lamented. "Don't I have to put some money in just to start?" she asked
Jack had received a poker playing set for his birthday and from it he pulled out a chart of poker hands. "Here are the winning hands, this one, a royal flush being the best, and of course hardest to get, and this, a single pair, being the easiest."
They played a few practice hands before using money. "How much do you guys play for?" she asked.
"Well, Miss Steffie, we're mighty serious about our poker playin' 'round here," Jack drawled.
"Five dollars to start?" she asked, pulling out her wallet.
"More like twenty," he replied.
"Twenty dollars?" she exclaimed. "You're not taking advantage of me now are you, because I'm inexperienced and have more money than you?"
"Nope," he replied, pulling out his wallet. "As you can see, we both came prepared to play." His wallet was full of twenties and as Calvin pulled his out she could see that his was as well.
"Well then," she said, "I guess I'll only be able to join you gentlemen for a short while tonight as I didn't come prepared."
"You can always wager other things," Calvin suggested.
"Such as?" she asked playfully.
"Chores," he said innocently. "You can wager cleaning the kitchen for a month, or mowing the lawn when summer time comes or doing someone's laundry...or something else of value," he said suggestively, once again eyeing her sexy dress. "Here, we have a chart," he announced, producing a hand written sheet. "Of course, you can always add things that aren't on here."
As they placed their bets, the guys insisted that if she played poker she had to drink whisky. The dark amber liquid burned her throat, but she got used to it and soon was rather enjoying the drink.
On the third round, Calvin dealt the cards and Steffie stared at what she had. She glanced over at the chart of hands to confirm it and, yes, she had a straight flush. Two of diamonds to a six of diamonds. She kept a straight face and placed her bet. She only had sixty dollars left to play with and glanced over at the non-money betting chart.
Calvin folded and it was just her and Jack. He must have a good hand, she thought as he kept seeing her bets and raising her. She eventually had to bet doing his laundry for a month and washing his car for the same amount of time when the weather got warmer. It kept going like this until the pot was $200.
She had obviously had too much drink when she brazenly suggested, "How about we take out the chores and I just bet a blow job?"
Jack stared at her wide-eyed, then began to laugh. "$200 for a blow? I can go downtown and get one for $10!"
"Well, if you want to stand in a filthy alley while some crack whore sucks you off, sure, but in this house they're $200. What do you say?"
He narrowed his eyes as a wicked smile curled his lips. "You're on. How much for a straight up fuck?" he asked.
She knocked back another shot of whiskey and thought for a moment before announcing, "$300. That's without the blow job."
Jack tossed another pile of twenties onto the table. "I see your blow job and raise you a straight up fuck. Without blow job," he amended.
She stared nervously at her cards, biting her lower lip. Calvin poured her another drink and she gulped it back. There's no way he can have better than I have. The odds are too great, she thought. "What else do you want?" she asked him.
Looking down at his cards, he considered her question. "How about anal?" he asked, a wicked gleam darkening his blue eyes.
"That's $500!" she stated, daring him to make the bet.
With a smirk, he emptied his wallet, bringing the pot up to $500. She stared at the mound of money, swallowing nervously. She suddenly realized that shouldn't have let it get this far. It doesn't matter, she told herself, you're going to win this hand.
Jack sat back in his chair, watching her. She was clearly nervous. What did she have, he wondered. It didn't matter, there was no way she had a better hand than him. She was probably just trying to bluff him. He pondered what to ask for next as she fired the question at him.
"How much further can I go? Anal is the ultimate, isn't it?" he asked, looking to Calvin for assistance.
"How about all of the above?" Calvin suggested. "Blow job, straight up fuck and then finish it off with anal."
"How much for that?" Jack asked her.
She gulped back the rest of her drink and declared, "$700."
"Cal, can I borrow some money?" he asked. Calvin tossed his wallet to Jack, eager to see how far these two were willing to go.
Pulling money from the other man's wallet, he tossed it onto the pile. "I see your 'all of the above' and raise you," he dared.
"Raise me what?" she demanded. "You've got it all." She didn't like how the game was going and didn't want to play anymore, but knew they weren't going to let her off the hook.
