This chapter is a bit longer; I'd originally stopped in one place but it left the chapter very short. There is a decent amount of action in this one but more character/plot development, particularly in the later part of the chapter. Hopefully it's still enough to keep people interested.
As usual, I want to thank everyone for the ratings and especially the comments.
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
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Cyn smiled to herself as she wandered into the room that, were the house an actual functioning household, would be called a study. As it was, rather than a desk and bookshelves with a comfortable leather executive chair, it merely featured large windows with a couple of easy chairs, ottomans and a chaise lounge. Settled in the chair, legs resting on one of the ottomans, and his face glowing blue from the tablet propped up on his knees, was Cyn's target.
She'd ditched her pumps and let the nylons and plush carpet tease her feet and quiet her approach as she walked up. She didn't have to worry; her quarry was far too engrossed in whatever was on the screen. The glow revealed he had noise-cancelling headphones on, so he wasn't reading, which was odd for him. Rather than approach immediately, Cyn swung around on a wide approach.
She had to stifle a giggle when she saw the screen. A porn movie, or possibly just a scene, was playing on it. The male performer in question had a doting female performer worshipping his shaved cock. The performer in question had breasts at least as big as Cyn's, with matching or at least similar blonde hair. They were still in the teasing phase of the video where fake kisses and pawing hands would explore their respective bodies in preparation for the real action. A wicked idea popped into Cyn's head and sent a thrill from her spine to her snatch.
She approached the chair from the side, out of Steve's sight. He was a scrawny guy, but not athletic; whatever was keeping him thin had to do with genetics more than anything else. He always appeared awkward and shy, particularly around girls, most of whom he could barely hold a conversation with. However Cyn bet there was more than one girl that had contributed to that for reasons she was about to explore.
She reached the chair and ran a hand down Steve's arm. The contact startled him badly and he nearly sent the tablet flying when he jerked in panic, but Cyn had anticipated that and grabbed for the tablet at the same time she touched his arm.
"I...uh...that-" Steve stammered, but Cyn put a finger on his lips to quiet him and used gentle pressure to get him sitting back in the chair. She placed the tablet on his chest and pulled out the headphone wire, letting the sounds of the porno come through the tablet's tinny speakers. The female was topless now and her micro-mini had become a belt, displaying the girl's neon thong. The male was in the middle of worshipping her mammaries while she gripped his cock through his shorts.
Cyn guided Steve's hands to hold the tablet and pointed to the screen, indicating Steve should keep watching, then practically forced him to split his attention as she doffed her red sport coat, beneath which she had nothing on. Her impressive breasts came into view with barely a jiggle, the nipples already pointing and practically begging for attention. Steve's head and eyes snapped back and forth from the video to Cyn as she walked around and shifted the Ottoman, then straddled his legs. She deftly and quickly stripped his shorts and boxers down to his knees, revealing the real reason for his timidity with women.
Steve's cock was already over 8 inches long and growing fast from the stimulation of the video and Cyn. Fully grown, Cyn knew, it stood at about 10 inches, with a girth that didn't so much fuck a vagina as give it a primer for childbirth. Cyn not only wasn't intimidated by the organ, she practically worshipped it, and she was one of the only girls at the spa that did so willingly.
Tonight, however, she wouldn't be mounting the massive rod. Instead she put her mouth to work around its head, lapping up the precum already coating the spongy point and continuing to leak from the slit. Based on the sounds coming from the tablet, the girl there was in the middle of a similar exercise. Cyn paused in her attentions on the head to lick up and down the veiny shaft, paying special attention to the large vessel at the bottom and the magic spot where it met the slit and the head, sending shudders up the body of its owner. At the same time, she slipped a bottle of lube out of her pocket and got a copious amount into one of her hands.
As her mouth returned to the head, she started lubing up the shaft of his cock and had her hands join in with the stimulation her mouth was already providing. On her best day she could only get maybe a quarter of the dick in her mouth so she didn't bother trying, she had something else in mind. Steve apparently hadn't had much attention lately either; he was giving off clear signs of an orgasm coming up fast. Cyn leaned forward so her head was just above the screen and Steve looked at her with almost dumbfounded eyes.
"Fucking in that?" she asked. Steve nodded. "What about anal?" Cyn said teasingly. Steve again nodded. "Fast forward to that part," she told him, "make sure to start when he puts it in her."
Cyn quickly shuffled back and situated herself, rubbing her hands. When she heard the telltale moan of a porn star taking a dick up the ass, she pressed her breasts together and forced the cleavage down over Steve's cock.
That was enough for the poor boy and the tablet dropped as he grunted and gripped the arms of the chair like he was fighting gravity. Cyn felt his massive tool throb and the slit, just barely poking out at the top of the cleavage, fired cum up at her face and all over her breasts. As a treat for him, after three pulses she put her mouth on it and sucked out the last bit of his cum. She pulled away when he started shuddering from post-orgasm sensitivity and settled back on his shins.
She waited a minute and gave him a chance to enjoy her moonlit, cum covered chest before dismounting and grabbing her coat. As she put the lube back in her pocket, she pulled out the five red chips someone had cashed in with the banker earlier that day, and placed them in his hand. Then she leaned forward, letting her breasts settle gently on his shoulder, and whispered to him.
"Imagine what might happen if you lost your green chips."
*****
Vicky walked back into her dorm room in a bit of a daze. Despite only having been gone for two days it felt like a long time since she'd been back to the room. She fell onto her bed and grabbed her body pillow, snuggling into it like a comforting pet.
She'd only had to pay a single red chip to sit out of the Saturday night game, but that meant a total of twenty-five of her chips were now completely beyond her control. She'd been careful to mix denominations so even if one person ended up with all of her chips the most they could immediately ask for was some kissing with hands in play, and doing so would delay their ability to get anything better, but Cyn had been right on Friday; if Vicky was going to return to the spa, she had to come to terms with either having sex or getting a lot better at acquiring chips so she could trade whomever asked for a favor or pay off the penalty.
Despite the precarious position it put her in, she'd seen that the warnings from basically everyone about avoiding the Saturday night game were well founded. She'd watched dumbstruck as the players around the table freely threw around enough chips to guarantee a quarter hour of attention, and most hands ended up with a pot that, in total, opened the possibility of anal attention. In reality Vicky doubted any one person's set of green chips made up a pot, but she was certain several eventual sessions of regular sex resulted from the outcome of the hands.
In addition to the pot sizes, the players themselves were intimidating from Vicky's perspective. Reading Charles was like an elementary school primer, and Vicky had a decent read on Noelle most of the time as well (including several speculative and borderline lusty glances the Asian sent her way). But the rest of the table was scary. Robin was unpredictable; Vicky could figure out what attitude Robin had at any given moment but a hand later it would completely change. Syl suddenly turned into a coldly logical analyzer of the table, and Ammad wasn't far behind. Vicky found herself having to rely on glances at their eyes and fingers to gauge their feelings, and Vincent might as well have been a statue with no human emotion to speak of. Zach and Amy also sat at the table but Vicky could tell they weren't players, they were victims. She'd asked Cyn about it after the game.
"Amy doesn't care who has her chips, just as long as they spend them," Cyn said, "Zach has the benefit of not worrying about favors most of the time since he's securely on the gay side of the fence. He never asks Vincent and all the rest of the guys want no part of him sexually, nor does he force the issue with them. He'll accept a blowjob if a girl wants to give him one, and rumor has it if a ladyl wants him in their ass he'll oblige, but for most of the people at that table it's still too early for that."
"There was more than enough money flying around," Vicky said.
"Everyone sitting there, well except Amy, keeps track of their chips just as much as their cards. They know exactly how to split a bet between their chips and other people's so they can lay down a lot of numbers without putting their body on the line as much as you'd think. There's also a bit of the sunk cost fallacy going on with most of them."
"The what?" Vicky asked.
"It's a math thing, sort of" Cyn replied, "And this doesn't fit perfectly but it's close enough. I'll pick Charles because he's so obvious about it. If he won a couple of good hands he probably walked away with, say, a full set of skies from Noelle. Ten minutes to stick his dick in her, and we both know he'd jump at that chance. But then again, she's a purist. Why settle for ten when you can get twenty by pulling in another hundred? But Noelle's betting her chips careful, so if he does win again, maybe he only gets five more blue chips. On the other hand now he's got a couple of greens. And if he changes up his blues with me, now he's got even more green chips from Noelle. And
her blue chips go back into antes, which other people will bet more freely than she would. So he won't have to play against her as much, but if he wins enough..."
"Yeah, I see where you're going," Vicky said, "He spends all his time chasing that ass, literally, and never actually cashes in anything. Probably blows his chance of ever getting it in the process."
