(c) 2011 Paul Garland
I love poker. Always have, especially Texas Hold'Em, my favourite game. I used to go to casinos a lot, but I and my wife Donna I had to stop going. She wasn't keen on me frequenting those sorts of places, although I also think she worried about me gambling away our money. I played online sometimes, I still do, but it didn't have the same level of excitement as playing live, and it lacks the fun social aspect too.
So I began to arrange games with my buddies, gradually getting them into the game. At first, it was just an excuse for a night of drinking beer and smoking cigars, but slowly the lads began to appreciate the game itself and the nights became more and more regular, until we were playing once a month.
We would rotate the venue between our different houses, everyone taking turns to host the night, although we always chipped in together for the food and drinks, no matter whose house the game was being held at.
This one particular night was at our place, and we were hosting four of my friends, Mark, Scott, Tony and Paul, and Paul's wife, Claire. She was a hottie, I'd always fancied her since school. She was in the same class and me and Paul, but he had gotten lucky with her in the final year of school and they'd stayed together since then, ten years ago. She was blonde and busty - a real wet dream - really, flirty too, though the furthest I had ever gotten with her prior to her and Paul getting together was a bit of kissing and groping.
I had done okay though - my wife Donna was hot, just in the opposite way to Claire. She was pretty rather than stunning, brunette and petite, with a really tight ass and a small but beautifully pert pair of tits.
Mark was an old work friend of mine, and Tony worked with Paul, but he had become part of our little group over the past few months, as had Scott who played football with Paul on Sunday afternoons. They were a good bunch of guys, and single, apart from me and Paul.
So here we were, nothing out of the ordinary, the usual poker game, with us guys getting pissed on whisky and beer, and the girls too, drinking white wine spritzers, and playing around making cocktails for each other. I don't know what they were putting in them, but Donna was pretty drunk, slurring her words and in a bubbly mood to say the least, and Claire was even more drunk, swaying to the music on the stereo with her eyes closed and full lips mouthing the words.
Tony and Mark were both out of the game, but were still sat with us drinking and watching the action unfold as the rest of us played the game out. I'd been in a bit of a cold spell, no good cards for ages, when suddenly I was dealt the best hand you can get. A pair of Aces. I was the short-stack - I had less chips than the other two - so I decided to go for it and pushed my lot into the middle of the table.
"All in," I declared, and to my surprise Scott called. He had been playing very conservatively, so I expected him to fold, giving me the blinds as Paul had already folded.
"Call," he said with a smile and turned over a pair of Kings. The next best hand. Paul dealt the next three cards, and my heart sank as another King came out. The final two cards came out, and there was no Ace, so I lost and Scott thumped the table in victory! "Woo-hoo!" he said, with a smirk. He was the youngest out of all of us at only nineteen, and was a good-looking kid, but he had this cocky grin that annoyed the shit out of me at times.
"You lucky asshole," I sighed. "Let me re-buy back in?"
"No way!" Scott smiled, stacking up his winnings in front of him.
"Come on," I said, "It'll put more money in the pot? And if you're that confident of winning, it'll all go to you."
"It's not about the money," he chuckled, "It's the kudos."
"Let him," said Paul, sticking up for me, and Scott relented. I got to buy back in, putting more money on the table, but only getting a modest number of chips, so I had to play carefully now.
Next it was Paul's turn to be on the wrong end of Scott's luck. Paul had pushed all his chips in with Three-of-a-Kind, only for Scott to get a Full-House on the river card, the last card drawn. Like me, Paul tried to beg his way back into the game, but Scott wasn't having any of it - even though he had a huge chip-lead over us now. I couldn't persuade Scott to change his mind, but then Paul grinned as he had an idea and winked at me.
"Listen," he said to a jubilant Scott, let me buy back in and I'll get Claire to give you a lap dance."
Scott cocked an eyebrow. "Really? Would she?" He looked sceptical but Paul nodded.
"Look at her," he said confidently, "She's completely drunk, and she'll do anything I ask of her anyway, she's good like that. Got her well trained, you know?"
All the guys laughed at that, and Claire and Donna caught the laughter and looked at us quizzically from where they were dancing at the other side of the room. "What's so funny?" asked Claire.
"Come here babes," said Paul and Claire came over and sat over on his lap. "I've been knocked out of the game by this cheat here, and he said he'll let me back in the game if you give him a sexy lap dance."
"Oh, is that right?" said Claire, giggling at young Scott who had turned bright red now. Paul had made it sound like Scott had suggested the lap dance, but he wasn't going to protest because Claire agreed. "Okay, young man," she purred and all the guys watched with huge grins on their faces as she proceeded to step between his knees where he was sat. "Keep your hands off," she told him and then proceeded to dance sexily right in front of him. She had huge breasts, and several times she put them right in his face. The top she was wearing was low cut, and her cleavage was spilling out so much that occasionally I got a flash of nipple so Scott must have seen much more. He was sweating and obviously horny when she finally gave him a kiss on the cheek and left him to dance, rejoining a laughing Donna.
"Did you enjoy that?" Paul asked Scott, although the answer was obvious, as he restarted the game with a small pile of chips like I had.
