"Welcome to Casa Pobre," Jonathan said to his three friends. They had come to play Poker, at Jonathan's invitation. "At least we call it Casa Pobre now," Jon said, continuing, "But I have every hope that you will change that once I trounce you all at the cards!" His guests smirked; this was not the first time they'd spent an evening together. They had no fear; Jon was not the best (nor the worst) player at the table.
The players assembled at the kitchen table, which was almost ideal for playing any number of games. Jon and Sandra, his wife, were avid gamers of all sorts, from archaic boardgames like Risk and Battleship to the more recent games like "Betrayal at the House on the Hill" or "Reign of Cthulu". Every other week they hosted a pen-and-paper D&D (5E) game, with miniatures and battlemats. Tonight the game of choice was Poker.
Jon had invited a small select crew for the Poker game; Elliot was a high-tech project manager for Advantech, Russell was a flight attendant for Southwest Airlines, Wesley was a systems administrator for the local Microsoft campus. The stakes in the game were penny-ante, which the white chips being 0.25 dollars, red ships were worth 5 white chips (1.25), and blue chips worth 5 red chips (6.25). The initial buy-in was 50.00 in whatever combination of chips the player desired. No further buy-ins were allowed.
"Also, we have a special treat tonight!" Jon declared. "We will be served drinks and snacks by a House Bunny!" Each of the guests looked at Jon for elaboration; they were not sure what a House Bunny was. Jonathan chuckled. "A House Bunny is here to act as out servant for the game. Tonight our House Bunny is Sandra, my beloved wife! Sandra, come out and meet the players!"
Out from the kitchen came Sandra, clad in her House Bunny uniform. Her impressive 36C chest, shapely hips, dynamite legs, and charming smile never ceases to get her the attention from males (and not a few females). Her brunette shoulder-length hair had been artfully piled on her head, leaving several whisps to curl playfully. She wore a black sleeveless velvet bodysuit, cut high on her hips. Her breasts were encased in velvet that practically screamed "Pet me!". Her legs were encased in white fishnet stockings, terminated by black ballerina flats She wore white lace gloves on her hands and wrists, and around her neck a simple velvet choker with a steel heart.
"Welcome, gentlemen! While you play, I am here to serve; drinks, snacks, neck massages, whatever sirs desire," she said, smiling. "Master Jon has provided me so that you can all focus...", her hands came up to stroke the bare skin above her cleavage, "...on the cards."
"No wonder Jon thinks he can win; we'll all be pleasantly distracted!" said Elliot, grinning hugely. Nobody argued with his assessment.
The poker began, and Sandra approached each player asking for their drink of preference. Elliot asked for a beer, knowing that Jonathan stocked Heineken for his guests. Russel ordered a Rum and Coke, while Westley ordered a Long Island Iced Tea. Jon ordered a Diet Coke; he was not a big drinker and was determined to keep his wits about him.
The first few hands were almost normal; except for the four sets of male eyes that followed Sandra whenever she entered the room. She was attentive to the creature comforts of the players, fetching them refills for their drinks, or bringing small bowls of pretzels or honey-dusted peanuts to munch on. "I love snacking on honey-dusted... things," said Russel as he thanked Sandra for the small bowl. Sandra blushed at the reference; clearly Russel had other things than peanuts on his mind.
"You just want her to dust your nuts, and then clean it off," joked Westley, sparking laughter from them all.
"I would never do that...," said Sandra. "After all, why use honey dust when I could warm up some real honey and lick that off instead?" More laughter rocked the room, but each of the guests blushed at her forwardness. Jon just grinned. "Why waste honey from the kitchen." he said. "I'd rather have you clean cunny-honey off my cock and balls, like a good House Bunny."
Now it was Sandra's turn to blush, dropping her eyes submissively. "Whatever my Master desires," she said demurely.
"Wouldn't be the first time, would it, my Home Bunny," Jon asked provocatively, his erection becoming firmer. He loved that she had such desires, and even more so that being forced to admit to such desires, especially in front of others. Sandra nodded, and said "No, it would not... my cunny-honey, as you say, is quite tasty."
"Elliot, your deal," said Jon, forcibly turned everyone's attention off speculating about the taste of his wife's cunt.
Play began again. Ascertaining that nobody needed a refill, Sandra settled behind Westley as he played, and began giving him a soft, sensual neck and shoulder massage. She leaned forward and whispered something in his ear, nipping at his earlobe with her teeth. The others watched surreptitiously, and unsurprisingly Jon won the next few hands. After perhaps ten minutes, Sandra switched to Russel, and then to Elliot. Elliot stopped her at first, saying his wife would object.
"Object to a silly massage?" Sandra said. "Well, then there is only one thing to be done - I don't want to upset your wives or girlfriends, so I'll stop."
"What if..." Jon began, "we treat the house as Las Vegas while we gamble? What stays in Vegas stays in Vegas, so nobody will say a word of what happens here to anyone - wives, girlfriends, other friends... nothing. Do you all so swear?"
"And if you don't swear, I'll do worse that stop. I'll pout!" said Sandra, smiling devilishly.
All agreed with solemnity that the secrecy of the night was sacrosanct. Sandra resumed Elliot's massage, and rewarded his co-operation by nibbling in his neck. When she finished with Elliot, she crossed behind her husband an skipping him, continued back to begin a second round of his guests.
"Excuse me, Miss House Bunny... you skipped me!" Jonathan said, mock-sternly.
"So I did. I promise to give you a bonus on your next turn." she said mischievously. The so called massages escalated, with Sandra running her hands over the patron's chest, and kissing and biting his neck. She reached down far enough to stroke his cock through his trousers. "Mmmm... now that is the proper way for a guy to show his gratitude for attention..." she purred. "Giving the House Bunny a nice, thick, hard... carrot to play with."
