"My husband won this trip playing high stakes poker in Vegas," Julia said. She was trying to make idle chit chat to take her mind off of what she was about to do.
Her conversation buddy, the tall red head in the wrap around skirt never looked at her. She was shifting hangers in the closet of Julia's hotel suite looking for something appropriate for Julia to wear for her evening. The hangers made a screeching clash as they slammed against each other. For a long moment it was the only sound in the room.
"He's usually very lucky at cards," Julie chimed in again, tilting her head up the way she did in her Women's Society meeting's or at the Country Club luncheons for Women. It was the calculated face she used to hide her emotions. Add a designer dress and a string of pearls and you had the perfect wife to match the perfect professional husband. Inside, she was scared as hell.
How could he have lost everything in a card game! She was raging inside, her temples pounded with the effort to remain composed in front of this woman. Tabby, she thought that was her name, was throwing her clothes to the floor, and she could have swore just tucked one of her linen skirts into her bra.
Phenton was a very wealthy man. Came from a wealthy man, more like it, and had provided Julia with a very comfortable life. He always got what he wanted at no expense to himself. They had a lavish home, a lavish life style, and took lavish vacations where he always left her to her self and he went off to gamble.
Two nights ago, he had presented her with the two passes he had won off a man playing poker to this remote resort. It was a 6 star resort in a 5 star world. You had to be extended an invitation to reserve a stay. Very expensive, very elite, and very discreet it was located on its own remote island in the Pacific. Every luxury was indulged down to each suite having its own personal servant.
They had arrived last night, and barely opened their suitcases when Phenton was lured downstairs to the bar for a poker game with some of the other guests. Their personal assistant had gone with him to serve drinks at the party. Julia was somewhat relieved to see her go, even if it did leave her with unpacking their things. The woman was dressed in a very seductive French maid costume and had looked at Phenton in a way she did not like. More importantly, he had looked at the maid in a way Julie had liked even less.
Julia had once been runner up for Miss Massachusetts, a fact she still was proud to express. Even if it had been 8 years ago, she still could fit into that swimsuit, and was still a sleek blonde bombshell.
They had not been here yet a full 24 hours, and now Julia sat at the end of her bed, in this elegant suite watching Madame Lou's assistant go through her clothes for appropriate attire. The screeching of the hangers stopped. Julia looked up to see Tabby smiling at her and holding up a pair of black stiletto heals. She dropped them in Julia's lap then went for the chest holding her undergarments. "Put these on," she barked at her then threw her the red evening dress she had brought for a special occasion. Tabby looked at her frightened face and smiled, "no panties."
Tabby then turned and left the room. Julia began to dress. She would be playing hostess at tonight's poker game. The same games that her husband had lost everything at the night before. Tonight was the only chance to win it all back. As Madame Lou had calmly put it to her over a ledger book in a delicate tea room while her large male associates took turns hitting her husband; the hotel could do the couple a favor and forgive all debts, return all losses, for the return of a few favors by Julia to the hotel as requested by Madame.
While Mr. A and Mr. B took turns bouncing her husband across the room, Julia shakily signed a contract agreeing to one night of service in the poker parlor for the return of Phenton's transgressions.
Now Julia was standing in front of the large mirror in her room calming her nerves. Her heels were laced up her ankles with their slinky strings, ridiculously high spikes for heals, and her long red dress, backless, with a halter style neck and a slit up the long skirt to her thigh on one leg. She smoothed the skirt, then touched her hair that she had pulled up with pins on top of her head. Tabby came back in, carrying a pair of scissors and a pair of long white gloves.
She handed the gloves to Julia telling her to put them on then rounded her to admire the dress. When Julia was pulling up the first glove, Tabby leaned down and cut a slit up the other side of the dress. This one high enough to expose her hip. Julia gasped while Tabby made the other slit match on the other side. Without another word, she grabber her wrist and drug her from the room.
There were four men playing poker and one dealer in the room downstairs. One of the men Julia even recognized from Phenton's dinner parties, from the way he was looking at her, she knew he recognized her too.
Phenton was not there. He was in the room next door with A and B, watching to ensure that Julia upheld her bargain. If she didn't they would lose everything and the two gentlemen would finish what they started with her husband.
Madame Lou came in behind Julia and Tabby. She nodded at the gentlemen and sat down in the only empty chair. "Gentlemen it has been agreed. As requested for forgiveness for Mr. Crealey's debts to the four of you, his wife as consented to take responsibility for these debts. Madame Lou pulled out a tiny silver leash and attached it to the ring that circled under the table. She then placed a collar onto Julia's ankle, fastening her to the table with only enough chain to move around to the gentlemen at the table.
"For the evening, gentlemen," Madame walked out the door without looking back. "I trust you to follow discretion as is the policy of this hotel, Tabby will assist you with any further needs." The door was shut, bolted from the outside then Julia breathed.
The men were looking at her. They eyed her up and down. The dealer cleared his throat and began to shuffle the cards. "Gentleman the winner of each hand gets the favor of our entertainment, we'll start to see who goes first."
Cards were dealt and Julia studied the men carefully. There was the man from the dinner parties a tall tanned, man, very athletic and a known playboy. He was easy on the eyes, and wouldn't be such a hardship to serve him. The next was an older gentleman wearing a cowboy hat. He had graying hair; lots of rings on his fingers and the small rounding of a middle aged indulged man's belly. The third was a dark man. He looked latin, and sat with a cigar in one hand, counting his cards carefully. He eyes Julia curiously. Lastly, was a loud laughing, man wearing an expensive suit and gold chain pouring himself a drink. He spoke with a Brooklyn accent, and had very large fists. His nose had been broken, and he leered when he smiled.
He watched her as he picked up his cards. He was dangerous, she decided. He smiled at her as if he had heard her thoughts. "Tabby," he barked out, "that look won't do"
Tabby smiled at the man, the pulled the scissors from her pocket. She reached up and cut the skirt off of the dress to high up Julia's thighs. The dress looked more like a tunic now with the slits up to the hips and the skirt barely covering her bare ass.
The skirt hit the floor, and then the chain on her ankle was being pulled. The loud man had won the first hand. The other gentlemen watched as he pulled her over to him while the dealer picked up the cards. He forced her to sit on the table, her bare ass cold against the wooden rail of the poker table. He looked up at her and reached for her breasts. They were large and strained at the halter-top that was holding them. His hands found her nipples and pulled at them through the material roughly.
Julia pulled back, then caught Mr. A. watching her from the door. She had to do anything these men asked or she would lose her husband and all of their belongings. She closed her eyes and let the man pull on her nipples some more.
He smiled at her acceptance of her fate. Cards were being dealt again. He reached for her neck and pulled her down to him. "On your knees," he told her as he pushed her down between his legs. He held her neck in a large grip around the throat. Then he stuck his thumb into her mouth, testing the softness of her lips.
"Let's see how good you are at head," he said outloud as he leaned back and thrust his crotch at her face. The other gentleman laughed as they watched Julia open the man's pants and remove his dick.
She wrapped her hand around the thick shaft, watching it swell and harden in her hand. She started stroking him with her hand guessing him to be around 7 inches. His friends laughed and tried to see what was going on under the table. Suddenly the big hands were on her head, pushing it towards his cock.
"Hell, not like that, like this you stupid bitch," he pushed her face down to his dick, making her take him in his mouth. He held her head to him, as she gagged around his dick, when she relaxed he began moving her head with his hands. He scooted his chair up to the table, locking her in place with only her neck and head able to move up and down on his dick. He picked up his cards and began to play again.
Julia adjusted to his size and began sucking him in and out of her mouth. She had not had much experience with oral sex, and did not know what to expect. Given her squished place under the table she had no choice but to do what he had just forced her head to do, the movement of her head up and down, while sucking.
