"Pet, you can play later, you have to finish your report now," Cyn said, smiling as she saw Syl's nipples tenting her blouse.
"Yes...Mistress. To continue, on Saturday an ante came up with several green chips of Mistress' roommate. She bet heavily to secure them, but both Vincent and Kathy stayed in the pot. Pet considered it, based on Mistress' request, but her cards were too feeble. Still, pet sacrificed some of her chips to see the flop. Unfortunately, Pet could not maintain. I hope," Syl gulped, "I hope you will not punish me for that."
Cyn's toe was coated in juices at that point, and gliding over Syl's pussy and clit with little resistance. Still, Cyn kept the pace slow.
"Pet cannot control what cards appear," Cyn said, "I appreciate you trying."
"Thank you, Mistress," Syl said, now breathing heavily and seeming to strain while speaking, "Mistress' roommate soon lost control of her bet. She held on after the flop, but Kathy began pushing up the bet and she did not realize Kathy was baiting her. She finally realized her error when the river came down and four diamonds were visible. Pet did not know until after, but Mistress' roommate had two kings, and got a third on the flop. Kathy had gambled on a flush and got it on the turn."
"I fail to see how this turns out well for my roommate," Cyn demanded. She also varied her rhythm as a tease; she knew from experience changing up the rhythm of a good rubbing fouled any impending orgasm.
"Please Mistress," Syl said intently, almost loud enough to carry, "let your pet continue."
Cyn nodded with a smile and resumed her regular rubbing.
"Kathy had focused too much on Mistress' roommate and ignored Vincent. At the end, Kathy laid down her flush after nearly clearing out Mistress' roommate. But Vincent had the same flush with higher cards and collected the pot. Kathy glared and warned him that she expected evidence those chips were spent and not simply given away. Mistress' roommate barely played from then on. She could not withdraw, but she folded unless she had the blind."
"So how did my roommate deal with her losses then? She would have been a lot more than snippy with me."
Syl nodded. Cyn could feel her starting to rock a bit against her foot, and her fists were getting white. "Mistress...please."
Cyn looked at Syl's eyes and her expression was pure desperation.
"You will finish your report?" Cyn asked, and Syl nodded frantically. "Then...finish."
Syl seemed to deflate and she put her head in her elbow, letting out a moan. Cyn's foot also got wetter. She trailed it along Syl's thighs to clean it off as she pulled back. She gave Syl a minute to recover, then handed her some napkins.
"Thank you, Mistress," Syl muttered.
"The rest?"
"Vincent probably had enough chips in count to get oranges for Mistress' roommate, but many of her chips are now black thanks to Kathy and others. However, that meant many greens of hers were in the bank. She spoke to Carl, and they both approached Vincent. The result was that Vincent spent three stacks of skies, and Mistress' roommate was double teamed by Vincent in front and Carl from behind that evening."
"That must have been a strain on Vincent's purist sensibility," Cyn mused. She spent a moment totally in her mind's eye, imagining the scene. She had actually never seen Robin naked at the spa; her only sense of her roommate's body came from accidental viewings of her between shower trips and while changing, though she now suspected Robin was more of an exhibitionist and several of those "accidents" were anything but. She had no idea what Vincent actually looked like naked, but there were several pictures that had circulated on campus of him in a swimsuit and Cyn had heard many women say it really didn't matter what the suit concealed; as long as something was there, any measurable length or girth was merely a bonus. Carl wasn't remarkable looking, but he was hardly out of shape.
She pictured the bedroom she usually shared with Sylvia and Bill, or one like it. Robin's tall, model-physique body would be facing Vincent, her long, smooth, olive legs wrapped around his hips and her shapely tits bouncing in front of his face as she bounced on Vincent's rod, while Carl's chocolate-colored body supported her from behind, his cock buried firmly in Robin's ass. Robin wasn't light, but between the two men involved, keeping Robin aloft on their manhoods would have been minimal effort, especially since Robin would have helped them keep her there. In her imagination, Cyn thought they'd continue like that for a while before Vincent fell on the bed and Carl climbed on top. At that point their thrusting would increase, pistoning into Robin's holes and forcing her to moan and scream as the dual stimulation overwhelmed her.
"I need some clarification, pet," Cyn said. "Carl's the banker; how can he trade in favors?"
Syl smiled. "Whoever set up the spa recognized forcing the banker into celibacy wouldn't work, but there would be a huge conflict of interest if they were playing. They also have a lot of extra work to do as far as tracking transactions with the bank, coming up with antes, and so on. So, the rule is that any chips people trade in for higher denominations are technically available for the banker. It means they never have access to most of the higher chips; most people with oranges or blacks are going to cash in on the favors rather than trade them, but the banker can still end up with skies and grass sets for a lot of people, especially later in the semester."
"And I suppose Carl wouldn't mind being with my roommate as long as it was her ass and he got to look at Vincent's body the whole time."
"Mistress is wise."
Cyn smiled warmly and took Syl's hand. "Can we...um...not, for a little while?"
Syl leaned forward, "If mistress would undo her pet's collar?"
Cyn reached around and found a relatively simple catch that undid the back of the collar. Once loose, Syl reached up herself and removed it. It folded on a hinge at the front and actually twisted into a semicircle.
"So, spill," Cyn said, gesturing toward the collar.
"First of all, fuck you," Syl said with a smirk, "I'm sitting in a puddle over here."
"Weren't you the one that told me the sub has all of the power in the relationship?"
"Touché. As for the collar, I was talking to Bill and brought up our conversations, and how much we tend to switch back and forth. I realized it was happening with Bill too, and we were starting to make assumptions about what...mood each other was in. That's...not a good idea based on what I've read. The boundaries need to be clearer, and we can't keep using the safe word as an on/off switch; it's really supposed to be an emergency stop, and it means we need to have a conversations right away. So, Bill and I picked this out as a subtler thing. If it's on, I'm pet. If not, I'm Syl."
"That'll probably help me out, too, so thanks," Cyn said, "And it looks good anyway, I don't think anyone will guess unless they pay attention."
"It's a risk, because most of the spa will get it without thinking too hard. We're basically relying on professional courtesy. Bill's and my arrangement is considered spa business because we only tell people about it there, so spilling it would be like betraying the spa. But now that we're doing it more outside it gets grayer."
Cyn nodded, "So back to what you told me, that doesn't explain why Robin was a bitch. I mean, she got double-teamed by Vincent and Carl, there are definitely worse ways to spend an evening."
"Well, I don't know this for sure, but rumor is you're the catalyst that put her in the tough spot with Kathy. Robin blabs a bit when she's drunk, and she likes to hold court with Noelle, Amy, and Purna if she isn't trading favors. That weekend when you didn't show up she got pissed at Vincent. I guess she and Vincent had planned to bring you in and they assumed they'd take you under their wing until you got the hang of things."
"Didn't they? She and Vincent were the first ones who traded favors with me!" Cyn insisted.
"Yeah, I think they were hoping it would last a lot longer. Robin assumed Bill and I had scared you off after that first weekend, but she didn't blame us because everyone knows what we're about, so she took it out on Vincent for maneuvering you into losing your chips to me. After allegedly chewing him out, which everyone assumes but nobody saw, she went crazy at the tables. Nobody knows exactly what happened to her that weekend, but we know she spent one night with Charles."
