I thought I would try a Told in First Person story so I hope you like it. This one is about gambling. As always, please be polite and useful in your comments.
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I probably will never know how I got this power.
As I sit here enjoying Ms. Nelson's, sorry I mean Trixie's, blowjob, my mind still wanders back to senior year of high school and the time when I figured out I had this pretty neat trick. Odd I know. I mean, who thinks about anything other than a great blowjob when you are actually GETTING a great blowjob? Well, I've always been a bit odd, maybe that has something to do with my ability, or talent, or trick, or whatever you want to call it.
My name is Ted and I used to work for a large accounting firm as an accountant. Uh, let me caveat that, I worked as an accountant to support my gambling career until I got good enough at it. I've been great at math for as long as I can remember, and I can do calculations in my head in seconds that nearly everyone else needs a calculator and about thirty minutes to do. I also have a great memory, not photographic, but damn near it. When I was really young, maybe nine, I figured out these things were great in certain games, especially cards. By the time I was twelve I was unbeatable in most card games and was usually pretty damn good at all the rest.
It was my aunt who really got me started gambling. Just after I turned thirteen we had a big family reunion and my aunt played blackjack with all the cousins. She gave us each a dollar's worth of dimes and we played a dime a hand. She was only using one deck of cards so I soon had the game in my pocket. I cleaned her out and most of my cousins besides. I ended up giving everyone back their money so we all ended up with a dollar and everyone was more or less happy (except my Aunt, I kept her money and ended up five bucks ahead). After that, it was all downhill in terms of what I wanted to do.
I started watching the Texas Hold 'em tourneys, and some of the other gambling and card games on TV and rapidly figured out I was on to something. I started my own little gambling ring with the kids in school; craps, poker, blackjack, or any game they wanted to try. Nothing big or bad and I never let a kid get into debt with me or lose too much (learned that the hard way when a kid two classes ahead of me lost $20 on one hand and go so mad he beat me up and took all my money after school).
By the time I was in High School no one in school would play me for any real money, and I ended up getting into some other things like betting on sports (again nothing crazy, just a couple of bucks here and there), or the track (again, no real money, just getting the spread sheet of who was running and see how good I was when I started crunching numbers. Turns out I was really good). I was not stupid and I figured out what I was doing could get me in a big amount of trouble if I really went at it, so it was always small amounts.
Or favors.
And that was when it happened.
I was a senior, and VP of the Math Club. We had a major meet coming up and the President was down with mono. So I had to lead the team to victory, yadda yadda, you get the idea. That meant that I had to lay out some prep work with the Faculty sponsor, Ms. Roberts.
Ms. Lisa Roberts was the Trig and Calc teacher and I had taken her for Trig, Calc, and AP Math (Straight A's thank you). She was very focused and stern and not someone you would take lightly. This was a shame because she was also pretty hot. She was twenty eight at the time, had light brown hair in a bob, and a nice slender body that was in okay shape. Not an hourglass figure, but slim and trim. Her chest was okay, maybe a 32 BB cup, but it fit her body nicely. I knew some guys who took a math class just to look at her, which I thought was weird because we had some hotter teachers who taught easier subjects.
Anyway, I was in the classroom after school laying out my team build and strategy, which was more or less "I take the lead, followed by James, then Tracy, and Susan as the anchor" and not much else. I couldn't see the point of trying to figure out who might fit better in the order since all the questions were random and selected out of a bag on the spot anyway.
"Ms. Roberts, I fully get your focus on this club and how important this is to the school (yeah right, compared to football?), but I really think you are over-thinking this."
She gave me this stern look over her reading glasses (she had those half lens ones like librarians wear on a chain around her neck) and said "Mr. Riysom, I think YOU are not thinking at all. I fully appreciate your comments on this but you should not be the lead, you are much better in the middle where the odds are we will get a statistical question and have Tracy lead."
I kept from rolling my eyes. While I appreciated her recognition of my statistical ability (gambler remember?), the odds of the questions rolling out exactly like she said was so heavily against her that is was essentially (in terms of math) impossible. But she liked Tracy who was heavily into Calculus which was her favorite area to teach. We are all human and I could see that she had some blinders on in terms of favorites.
Now if she had been open about it, I probably would have gone along with it. But she was arguing with me on something I knew I was right on. I also knew I wouldn't win the argument, but the little devil in me decided to make her pay for her inability to put the blinders aside.
"Okay, fine. We will go with your set up. But it's wrong and I can prove it."
"Mr. Riysom, I think you have a bit inflated opinion of your analytical skills."
"Wanna bet?"
I had leaned over and looked her in the eye when I said it. I swear as soon as I said that I saw a very faint flash of light in her Ms. Robert's eyes. She froze for just a split second and then she blinked. She then said "What kind of bet?"
I grinned. "We have three practice runs before the contest. You have the approved test questions and we can get three random kids from detention after school to do the picking. You can judge. If my theory on how random the questions are holds true for all three practice sessions we use my method. If my method is majority we go my way. Opposite for you. Three sessions so we can't have a tie."
Ms. Roberts nodded, but I pushed on. Honestly, I have no idea why I did, but I did.
"One more thing. Let's make this interesting. If I lose I will mow your lawn for free every two weeks this summer."
Ms. Roberts actually lived only two blocks away from my house and I had actually mowed her lawn a couple of times now and then during the summer for some money.
Ms. Roberts smiled at that. "Very well, that makes it a bit more interesting. But what do you get if you win? I don't mow lawns."
I snickered. "True. Um, okay, how about you be my servant for one day?"
Ms. Roberts blinked at that. I held up my hands quickly "Nothing crazy, but in a couple of weeks my parents will be out of town and they are going to want me to clean the house and sort a bunch of stuff prior to college for donation and all of that. Having someone to be my servant for a day would be great."
I figured I may have gone too far, but after a moment Ms. Roberts nodded. "Okay, I can agree to that. One day. IF I lose."
I extended my hand and we shook on it. I didn't really give it much thought for a few days until we had our last round of practice. The contest was Friday; we had practice Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Ms. Roberts got us some kids from detention and we went to it. And just like I figured I was right on the order. I don't know if some otherworld force pushed it, but the questions were literally opposite of what Ms. Roberts had thought on every one. I couldn't have picked them better if I had rigged it and mathematically the odds of that happening where, well, they were so big that I still can't believe it happened.
Ms. Roberts was true to her word though. She accepted defeat gracefully and we reordered the team. And then we won the contest running away (statistics is the way to go I'm telling you) and that really made her day.
So the next week passed pretty quietly and Friday as school let out Ms. Roberts caught me in the hall and said "I'm good to my word. But understand that it might be a bit awkward if I'm seen. I run early in the morning, so I'll be by your house at 6am sharp and won't leave until well after dark."
I nodded and said "I'll leave our garden gate open, just come on in and knock on our patio door."
