Please be warned that this story is quite dark and mean-spirited. While no pain or torture will be depicted, this story contains sadistic characters that have no respect for the protagonist. This continuing story will not end well for the main character. I do not condone the actions shown in this story, fetishes aside. If these don't bother you, then I hope you enjoy the story and feel free to comment.
All the characters in the series are over 18 years old.
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The Poker Game with Daddy's best friends
Daddy dropped me off at the bar. I was encouraged to wear my cheerleader outfit given by my new friend. He told me to tell the bouncer a password. I had to remember the phrase, 'tonight I feel lucky.'
He then drove off, leaving his little girl in front of some odd bar, with a silhouette of a woman as lights flashed it's name.
Sklavin Bar
That was a weird name. I approached the entrance, where a big black man stood at the bar. His biceps bulged through his tight t-shirt, and his eyes pierced through my body. It was terrifying yet exhilarating. A second one was standing at the other side of the door. He was much shorter, but his eyes showed signs of insanity, which frightened me more. Both scanned my scantily clad body.
"Id, pretty?" the black bouncer asked in his deep voice.
"Umm, tonight I feel lucky?" I stuttered. I am not sure if this might work.
Their grins widened.
"Ok. Jeff I'm taking her to the back," he told the second bouncer, as he directed me to the back.
As I was walking, I saw some girl squatting on the concrete with a man's penis her mouth. My mouth dropped at the site. I was then led to a door, where I was told to go in. Four old men were sitting around a table. One of them got up to greet me. I recognized him almost instantly.
"Hello Mr. East," I quietly greet myself.
"Please just call me Larry," he replied cheerfully, while hugging me for an awkwardly long time. "Happy Birthday young lady. We are looking forward to get to know you more."
"Thank you Larry," I replied back. I felt his hands squeeze my ass. I wanted to slap him, but I remembered what I must follow. Besides, for and old man, he didn't look too bad. He still had a head full of hair, and I did not feel any belly.
"Have you ever played poker before?"
"No I haven't," I know I just said no, but I think that would be forgiving as I honestly didn't know how to play.
"No problem," he replied cheerfully. "We'll teach you the basics, then we can start the game. The chips are ready for you. These are the other players, Jeremy, Tyler, and Matt."
"How you young lady," Matt greeted, while offering a glass of whisky.
"Oh no thanks," I said politely. "I don't drink."
"You're 18 ,right," Tyler asked.
"Yes, but the age limit is 21 years."
"That's the age you can buy alcohol," Matt pointed out, smiling. "I'm giving it to you freely."
I couldn't argue with that. I took the glass. The whiskey burned my throat. Everyone laughed, as they poured another drink. They offered to mix my drinks with coke, to help drink it. As soon as they taught me the rules, they, then ordered 18 shots for me.
"We are not going to start, until you finish your shots," Matt insisted. "Think the bar guy calls it a blowjob."
"If I didn't know better, you are trying to make me drunk," I giggled.
"Drunk girls are the best kind," Tyler laughed.
They counted each drink, I gulped. After the eighteenth shot, I felt a bit tipsy. They poured me a glass of whiskey and coke. Thankfully they said I can take my time with it.
The game has begun. Somehow whatever I learned disappeared after my birthday shots. The older men laughed when I said words like 'hit me', or 'go fish.' I just tried to follow what they did. Before I knew it, I lost all of daddy's money.
"Don't think your daddy would like that," Tyler laughed. "He's the guy takes our money."
"Does that mean I'm out?" I asked. I wasn't sure what dad would say if I lost his 100 grand.
"Normally one of us would cash in more chips or leave early," Larry replied. "Do you have 100,000 dollars cash?"
I was silent.
"Then there's nothing we can do," he said. "I wouldn't want you to get in trouble with your dad."
"Unless," Larry continued. "You offer something else."
I knew what he was going to ask. I don't know if it was my needing to follow the yes philosophy through, or I was just that wasted, but I decided to hear him out.
"You can bet your clothes," Larry said grinning. "Bet one item, and you'll be all in. If you win, you can get the money from the pile. Lose and you give us whatever we want from you."
My heart was pounding. At the rate this is going, I might as well parade around the bar naked. I was always taught purity is the most important thing a girl could have. However I am not a girl, I'm a woman. I also must continue the yes philosophy. Hence I uttered the word, "Yes."
The cards were dealt. I crossed my fingers hoping to win something. After the others placed their bets, and the rest of the cards were dealt.
"Nice," Matt smiles, as he grabbed the chips from the pot. "Looks like I win."
Knowing what he wanted, I started removing my heels.
"Leave that on and come to me," he ordered. "I choose what I want."
I moved towards him. His hands went around my waist as he unbuttoned my skirt. It fell to the ground, exposing my white panties. Expecting me to give it to him, I bent over to pick it up from the floor, only to feel his fingers between my legs. I would have slapped him, then and there, but that would've been something mom would do. Instead, I put my hand on top of his to help him rub me a little more. I finally gave him my skirt, and went back to my seat, only to lose the next set.
"Great, I'll come over there, sweety," Larry chuckled, as he got up to pick his item.
