The Spa Game

So apologies for misleading everyone with the last story, but there will actually be another chapter after this one; I assumed everything would be wrapped up this time but I followed the characters down a tangent I wasn't expecting. Hopefully you all don't mind.

Thanks as always for the stars, comments, and support.

Chip Key

Nickname

: value, favor, color

Clouds

: 1, Touching, White

Canaries

: 2, Kissing, Yellow

Lipstick

: 5, Oral, Red

Skies

: 10, Sex, Blue

Grass

: 25, Anal, Green

Doubles/Oranges

: 50, Double, Orange

Fucked

: 100, Forefit, Black

Cyn woke from her midday, post-coital nap to the odd sensation of someone tonguing her asshole. Whoever it was had been very gradual about it; it hadn't woken Cyn until their tongue literally made contact with her rosebud, though she now felt two hands spreading her cheeks apart in addition to the invading tongue.

Though she had a guess at the culprit, she looked back over her shoulder to confirm. They'd all been spooning fairly close together, but now Bill was at the opposite end of the bed, pressed up against the wall.

"Hey Bill," Cyn said.

"Hey beautiful."

"Did you request a wakeup call?" she asked.

"I believe our pet took some initiative. I woke up as my cock was sliding into a still impressively damp pussy."

"mmmm I have a tongue in my ass right now," Cyn said. She faced forward and arched her back a bit to give her anal assailant better access. "Pet?" she called out

There was a pause and Cyn briefly panicked and thought Sylvia had left and there was a totally unknown woman tonguing her asshole, but the tongue withdrew and she heard a muffled, "Yes Mistress?"

"You'd better finish what you start," she said.

"Yes mistress!"

Apparently giving up on subtlety, when the tongue returned to Cyn's ass it aggressively tried to force its way past her sphincter and into the cavern beyond. Cyn flexed some muscles to help with that and soon Syl's tongue was dipping in and out of her asshole.

"You shocked everyone on Saturday," Bill said conversationally, apparently trying to downplay the fact that his cock was being fucked.

Cyn decided to play along. "It won't last. I got lucky on the flop with Kathy, she was just too overconfident to figure that out."

The tongue left her ass, "May pet say something?"

"No, pet may continue what she was doing until we tell her to stop. Pet volunteered for the job, she has to see it through!" Bill said, and Cyn felt a shudder as she presumed a particularly forceful thrust from Bill pushed Syl up against Cyn. The tongue returned and went deeper into her ass, forcing a moan out of Cyn. There were also now fingers pushing between her thighs. Cyn lifted her leg to give them better access and, once free, they immediately plunged into her pussy, with one staying out to rub her clit.

"You also got people talking when you left that night," Bill said, grunting a bit at the end.

Syl's attention on her crotch was making it harder for Cyn to focus. "Yeah...I didn't know if that was a...faux pahhh," she cut off as an additional finger was pushed into her pussy. Syl now had two of them pistoning in her hole and another rubbing her clit.

"It's not frowned upon," Bill said, occasionally stopping himself, "Noelle and Steve sometimes leave then, because people don't cash in their chips with them. Noelle rarely loses enough to owe and...well...you know about Steve...Oh fuck I don't know if I can keep this up, she's milking it."

"Just fuck her. God, I need her to make me cum," Cyn said, finally just surrendering to the pleasure Syl was giving her.

Her fingers had gradually sped up along with her tongue. Some of the pumping began to hit with more force and Cyn could hear Bill slapping against Cyn even through the blankets. Cyn's orgasm was rising, and as it did she could feel another finger trailing through the crack of her ass on an inexorable journey to her back door. As if the finger were moving some sort of slider, Cyn could feel the pressure and arousal building as the finger descended.

"Ohhh fuck, yes, pet, finger your Mistress's ass, make her cum!"

Despite her order, the finger traveled no faster, but Bill's pace began to increase. As soon as Cyn heard Bill finish with a sigh, the tongue retreated, and two fingers pushed into her asshole. Cyn curled into a tighter ball as her orgasm ripped through her, exploding out from the quick stimulus of the fingers breaching her anus.

As her orgasm subsided, Cyn felt Sylvia scrambling over her body and she slid out of the blankets onto the floor, still naked except for her collar.

"Pet will wait in the shower for Master and Mistress," she said, "Pet will wash you when you come in. Probably best to go one at a time, though, or there won't be enough room."

Cyn smiled as Sylvia grabbed some towels and practically bounced out of the room to the showers, barely bothering to hide herself with the towels.

"Hmm, do you think she had the idea to wash us in the shower and then figured she'd better fuck us first so we wouldn't just wait until she left and jump on each other?"

"We still could," Cyn said, "I bet I could get you hard enough to push in even after that."

Bill chuckled, "Yeah. She did ask for that. Hell, she probably left hoping it would happen."

"Still no, then?" Cyn said.

"You're amazing Cyn and I don't have a problem with stuff like last night, but without Syl there..."

"It's okay, really," Cyn said, although a small twinge of pain at rejection still spiked up, illogical though it was, "There's a trust level there, and despite all this we've barely known each other a month."

"It's not that I don't trust you, Cyn. I think if you were trying to steal me away you'd have made a more aggressive move by now. But...how much has Sylvia told you about us?"

"Some," Cyn said cautiously, not sure where the conversation was going.

"I'm a bit of a breast man," Bill said, "I love everything about Sylvia, but being a complete asshole, I wish her chest was bigger. You...well, that's not a problem, and apart from being amazing in bed you're not a bad person to hang out with. If I started seeing you on the side, even with her permission, I worry that it wouldn't stop there. I don't trust

myself

, you I don't worry about. Hell, I'm glad you're around; I think Syl needs the heavier domination you seem to be good at."

"So, you aren't worried about next year's plan? Me being around all the time, you gone, and me being the apparently better dom?" she asked.

"No, which sounds strange, but it's all about Syl. She's got this compartmentalization thing I can't fathom. Like, that collar helps figure out where her mind's at sometimes, but she's so good at switching between being herself and being pet that I could usually tell just by looking at her. It's almost like split personalities. Pet likes Mistress better than Master, I think. But Sylvia loves me."

Cyn couldn't help smiling at Bill's statements, both that she was good in bed, and it was his own insecurities that kept him from her, rather than mistrust. She snuggled into the blankets. "Go get pet to wash you up, then I'm going in there. I think I'm going to steal her for lunch, too; I haven't' talked to her in a week."

Bill smiled and slid down to the end of the bed, grabbing some of his things. Cyn called out, "And even if you don't get my chips again, let me know if you want to arrange a session where pet sits in a corner. You're not bad in bed yourself."

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Syl waited kneeling in the shower when Cyn got there, but despite the situation there was very little playing; both of them had fairly raw situations below the waist given the morning's activities. Still, the sensation of being together, close, and naked was one Cyn missed, though Bill's statements were giving her a lot to think on.

When Cyn popped Syl's collar off and asked her to grab lunch, the smaller girl agreed immediately, so they headed to a café after making sure Bill was all set and grabbed some food, but then found a quiet, indoor, out of the way section of campus to talk.

"God, I hate that it meant we couldn't hang out, but I almost want to get punished like that again," Syl said.

"You're going to have to burn that comforter," Cyn said with a laugh.

"I came so hard. I lost all control, that was so intense. Like, it wasn't even emotional, it was just pure, raw, sexual stimulation beyond anything I'd felt before," Syl said.

"I thought you were going to tap out when I came out with the strap-on," Cyn chuckled.

"I had an intense fight with myself," Syl said. "Did know that's only the second time Bill's had my ass?"

"Oh, shit," Cyn said, horrified, "Syl, I'm sorry, if-"

"No, no, don't worry about it," Syl said, "The first time was actually before we started dating, it was purely a spa thing."

Cyn was confused, "You're a much better player than he is, how did that happen?"

Syl blushed, "I may have intentionally lost to him a couple of times and lost count of exactly how much he won."

Cyn laughed out loud and Syl continued, "Shut up. I was hot for him, but I couldn't bring myself to win his chips and then make him fuck me. I think my submissive side was much closer to the surface than I knew. So yeah, I lost too many chips to him so our first time in bed was anal, he didn't even fuck me properly until we started dating. I'd done it before him once or twice, but it never did anything much for me. Until this time. Holy shit that was intense, you forcing me down onto Bill. The physical feeling didn't even matter, I was giving myself an orgasm with the thought of it. I almost

did

tell you to back off when the strap-on came out. Sylvia was going 'fuck no' but in my Pet mind I was thinking 'Mistress said we would be punished, we can't refuse.' And I'm glad I didn't."

They chuckled and sat in silence for a bit, each one reliving a bit of the events earlier in the day.

"Thanks for letting me stay, by the way," Cyn said.

Syl shrugged, "Like I said, I'd been hanging out with Bill all week, I haven't seen you at all. And yeah, 'I miss my friend who just made me squirt with a strap on and whose ass I ate out this morning while fingering her to orgasm' might be stretching the term a bit, but that's how I felt."

"Speaking of stretching and feeling?" Cyn prompted.

"Yeah, I'm going to have to be careful about the bathroom today," Cyn said.

There was another pause, then Cyn said, "Syl, I think me and Bill without you is a Rainbow thing with him, if he hasn't said it already."

"What do you mean?" Syl asked, and Cyn explained about their conversation that morning.

"Fucking tits," Syl said when she was done. "Well, we'll see what happens next year. It would just be a little thrill for me, it's no big deal."

"Yeah, you'll just have to deal with me fucking his brains out right in front of you instead of doing it behind your back," Cyn teased, and laughed after Syl hit her playfully, "So what did you want to tell me after we woke up?"

"Oh," Syl said, "it's about Kathy. You'd probably figure this out before long, but I want you to take that bitch down, so; if she's got her eye on someone she sometimes plays sloppy. It's not something you can really control because if she's focused on you she plays strong, but if someone's pissed her off you can sometimes slip one by her if you're playing a hand together."

"Shouldn't she have been more focused on me?" Cyn asked.

Syl shook her head, "She'd dismissed you; she thought you were just at the table to throw a tantrum. She was focused on me as the good player. Also, she dismisses anyone she's cashed chips in on recently. I wouldn't recommend it, but if Kathy cashes in a sky favor or higher with you, you've got a free pass for a bit at the table."

"Yeah, not worth it," Cyn said.

"How close are you to whatever you're doing?" Syl asked.

"A couple weeks, I think," Cyn said, "Playing on Saturday night helps."

"Good luck, whatever it is," Syl said. After a bit of a pause, she added, "Um...it isn't going to change anything with next year is it?"

"No," Cyn said.

"Good," Syl said crawling up to whisper in Cyn's ear, "Pet enjoys her Mistress. Does Mistress want pet to eat her out right now? Pet knows you aren't wearing underwear."

"And you're not wearing the collar," Cyn said, "Pet is a depraved little slut who I have no problem forcing between my thighs so she can lick my cunt while I fuck her ass with a dildo. Sylvia is a very nice, respectable co-ed who's going out with Bill and displays no exhibitionist or bisexual tendencies."

"Sylvia sucks," Syl griped, lying back.

"Probably only on Bill's birthday," Cyn quipped, "You are a bit uptight."

"Shut up!"

********************

"Are you all right?" Robin asked when Cyn got back to her dorm. Cyn noticed Robin looked a bit haggard, as if she hadn't gotten much sleep or spent any time taking care of her appearance, which was unusual for the girl.

"Fine, why?"

Robin shrugged, "Well you...you were gone Saturday night and I didn't see you today. I got worried."

"I'm fine Robin, really," Cyn said. Cyn thought the concern was kind of cute, so she gave Robin a small treat, flipping her dress up briefly while putting on panties, and then taking it off completely once she had a bra on. "Hang that up for me?" she said.

Robin hesitated only briefly before taking the dress and Cyn smiled to herself. However, she was surprised when, after Robin hung the dress up, she said, "Look, I'm sorry about the spa, and I'm sorry about Kathy. I...I should have just told you and not dragged you into it."

"Robin, what are you talking about?"

Robin continued almost as if she hadn't heard Cyn, "I mean, with what you did Saturday you can take the rest of the semester off, buy off the fines with someone else's chips, and then just cash out."

"Why would I do that?" Cyn asked.

"Because...well...I mean Friday," Robin said, her voice trailing off at the end.

"Robin," Cyn said, letting a little bit of her "Mistress" tone sneak in, "Tell me what's worrying you about Friday."

Robin sighed, "I was...I was pretty drunk, and I don't remember everything, but...I know you've never seen me like that."

"Naked?" Cyn asked.

"No! Well, maybe. Wait, that's the first time you've seen me naked?" Robin said.

Cyn shrugged, "Well, totally naked, where I could just look. I've seen a tit here and there, your ass occasionally."

"Oh..." Robin trailed off, apparently absorbing that info, then recovered and said, "But no I mean...I know Kathy did things to my ass and...fuck I probably came like crazy. Kathy's a bitch but she knows how to get me off, as much as I hate that. I just...I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it, Robin. I didn't see anything that changed my mind much," Cyn said honestly.

"Oh...I just thought...when you won all those chips and just left...I mean I knew some of those were mine."

"So, what does that mean?" Cyn asked.

Robin shrugged and didn't respond. "Tell me," Cyn prompted, again using a bit of Mistress voice.

"I...I thought you might cash some of them in, like you did that first weekend. But like I said, I get it if you just want to pay off the rest of the semester and cash out."

Cyn walked over to Robin, who was now sitting on her bed and looking at the floor. Cyn put her hand under Robin's chin and lifted her head, forcing Robin to look at her. "Do you want me to stop?" Cyn asked her.

Robin took in a sharp breath, and Cyn wondered if they were on the same wavelength. In Cyn's mind, the question encompassed many more topics than just the spa. She wondered how Robin was interpreting the question.

"No," Robin said.

"Don't worry about it then," Cyn said.

*************

The rest of the week passed uneventfully for Cyn. She hung out with Syl a few times, but it was as Sylvia, despite near-constant teasing from the girl that Cyn should give her a depraved order. She would relay the stories to Bill as part of their ongoing text conversations, and Bill would in turn explain how Pet was made to apologize for bugging Mistress. Cyn smiled to herself; based on Sunday, she'd figured out that Bill was more comfortable with his dom role if she outsourced the work to him. He had a hard time actually finding fault with Sylvia because of his feelings and personality, and she guessed he was less forceful in his reprimands, so he was much more comfortable if Cyn found reasons Pet had failed or misbehaved, and then Bill would mete out the consequences.

Meanwhile in her dorm room, her subtle campaign with Robin continued. By the next Friday, Robin was responding to Cyn's requests almost automatically, though Cyn hadn't yet escalated to the point of making them sound like orders. Cyn was sure Robin justified it to herself by saying she felt like she needed to be nicer after the last spa weekend. She was so accommodating that when Cyn was in the dorm she was usually wearing panties and a heavy T-shirt with no bra, or sometimes yoga pants commando. More than once she caught Robin staring.

Cyn got a lot of attention at the spa when she arrived Friday, but she let it roll off her. She'd been working with her poker coaches all week, though she hadn't been able to get away for any games, and she still had a plan. She had a new strategy for the weekend after discussing it with Keith. She told him she went to a poker weekend but avoided details by simply claiming it was exclusive without saying why. Since she'd told him about her Veretrum background, she assumed he thought the games were simply for exorbitant amounts of money he couldn't afford to gamble with. He'd given her a new approach.

"If people aren't leaving through the weekend," he said, "Don't waste your energy on those first games. There isn't enough action to really affect your chip stack, and on average anyone that's good enough to clean up is going to be in the higher stakes games, so it becomes a trickle-up economy; the real money will make its way to those high limit games. The Saturday morning game is your warm up; even though you aren't trading in big money you can sharpen your skills on people who aren't a threat, and if anyone from the earlier games did clean up on a fluke, you get them at the early game. That also means the heavy hitters don't see you play as much. Familiarity is poison in poker, unless you can get them to work with you like you and I do, but it doesn't sound like that's appreciated at this place."

So Cyn paid her forfeit fees for the entirety of Friday and went to a back room to study. When the Friday night game finished up, she found Steve, had a short discussion with him, then spent the better part of twenty minutes taking his cock into her vagina. His orgasm arrived quickly, but even soft his cock was enough to stimulate her, so Cyn simply waited for his sensitivity to drop and then started using his semi-hard cock like a mounted dildo. She got the unique experience of feeling him expand and press her pussy walls as he regained hardness, and then soaked his penis with her juices shortly before he filled her up with his second load.

Saturday morning she was less gracious to her opponents than the week before, but she still made an effort to play without scaring them. Saturday night Cyn put on her red suit again and sat at the table. In the beginning of the game people were still deferring to her and she again started raking in chips, but after her first big blind she had to fold on the turn card, losing her something like 400 in chips, and people were less wary. Cyn no longer had full control of the poker table by default, but she still scared people. Robin and Charles would fold immediately if she bet on a hand, even if they had chips in play. Zach had arrived for that weekend and went head to head against her once. He seemed to enjoy himself even though she took 1200 worth of chips from him. Though she was in a few mixed pots with Kathy and Vincent where her cards wouldn't let her push right to the 300 limit like she usually did, neither of them directly challenged her. Cyn was reminded of descriptions of rivers in certain jungles; hippos, crocodiles, and tigers were all around it. If any of them got in each other's way, it would be a fight to the death, but apart from that they contented themselves with eating everything else. Cyn thought of Vincent as the hippo: obvious and unassuming, even attractive, until he attacked and became one of the deadliest creatures on land. Kathy was the tiger; staying in the background and stalking, blatantly obvious if you paid attention, but as soon as you let your guard down she'd take you out. Cyn herself was the crocodile; everyone knew she was there, just below the surface, and if she attacked everyone scattered. Sometimes people just weren't good swimmers.