Chapter three and Ted is off to college. A couple of things, I never was in a frat so if some of this seems off or screwy, well it an outsider's take so just roll with it. Second, I don't know a whole lot about wine, so if that is off, then same thing. Thank you and if you comment please be polite and helpful.
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Ohhhhhhhh man. Trixie can give a blowjob. She wasn't always as good as she is now, but with some proper training she now is easily the best I've ever had. And she loves giving them to me. She wasn't always like this, but I warned her not to bet me.
Ah, that is a story for later though.
Going back to that summer right before I left for college, I wanted to explain some things and list my power's limitations or rules.
By the time of graduation I figured I had a pretty good idea of the rules my ability worked under. First, I had to say "Wanna Bet?" to the person I wanted to bet with. I had to make the bet worth something to both parties, meaning I couldn't make a "Heads I win, Tails you lose" bet. I couldn't break the bet, period. I had lost one to what I thought was a nasty trick (two women got my dumb ass drunk and I don't gamble well when drunk), but I simply had to pay off the wager. Lastly, the people under the bet's influence still had freedom of thought, meaning unless I bet or somehow restricted them, they were free to work angles against me, such as the aforementioned drinking bought and inhibited gambling. Also, I suspected that there was something that prevented people from running to the cops if something got weird (such as making your mark dress as a French Maid and make pornos with them). It might have been embarrassment, but I had a feeling it had something to do with the obligation. No way to prove it really, so I always tried to be careful and make sure I had insurance (such as some nasty photos and videos which would wreck a career if leaked).
The summer was actually a bit of a drag. Now, how could that be you wonder given that I could put a hot woman under my command and have some knockout sex and debauchery? Simple really, I couldn't get to any other real hotties.
After having a two day fuck marathon with two of my teachers who did literally everything I told them too, getting a high school girl, even a pretty one, seemed so boring. I had tasted the forbidden fruit of a hot older woman, one that was off limits, and I was pretty hooked. I also think there was a challenge aspect to it as well. Both Megan and Lisa could crunch numbers and if they had thought about it they could have done a much better job at playing me. They had actually tried it with gin rummy and had won back some of their summer, so I know they had the ability.
I was also pissed off because they were going to be my ticket to some money at the track. You can't make bets until you are 21 years old and I was going to have them run my bets at the track. I didn't want to get my parents involved in this and I never really found someone else to do it. I'm a bit weird, but I felt that if I was going to be a proper gambler I figured I needed a hot piece of arm candy to be my runner. Anything else seemed wrong.
That aside, I worked all summer, did some summer school, and I did have some chances to make a bit of cash on the side here and there. That plus the nearly two grand I made on my track betting moment put me in a good spot for College. I did have some fun with a couple of nice looking graduating seniors, but they were strictly fun fucks and one night stands. Like I said, I was hunting some bigger game. I did keep pumping them for information on what turns women on though, I wanted to get better at sex and after my weekend romp I was determined to do some serious, uh, "research" on the matter.
I had a scholarship for a Math major at the State University. It was about four hours away, large campus, had a great math program and slightly more girls than guys ratio. So I showed up, got my dorm room and got into it. It didn't take me long to get into the dorm poker and card circuit and soon I had a pretty good rep. I made sure that I won enough to make some money, but never enough to scare people away.
That also led me into some connections with some "other" types of people who were not students, but liked to gamble. I soon had linked up with the local bookie and was making book every week. Again, I played smart because unlike the college kids, these guys were serious about their money. So I always made damn sure I could cover my bets if I lost. And I did a couple of times in a big way.
That was when I learned the lesson about the "other" factors in gambling, the ones NOT covered by number crunching. Game fixing, locking in points, blackmail, that kind of stuff. It was a good life lesson and I'm glad I was cautious because a guy I knew was not, got in way over his head, and got some broken bones out of it and had to sign away his car.
Anyway after a bit I settled into the college life and decided when pledge week came around to try and rush a frat. I was curious to see if I might get into one given that I was a bit of nerd in high school. But having banged two hot teachers does wonders for one's self esteem and knowing I could probably work it with others made me a lot more daring than I might have been otherwise.
It turns out my daring got me into one of the big frats on campus: Alpha Delta Gamma, or simply the Gammas. They were a pretty high speed group of guys, some big jocks, some rich kids, some smart kids, a whole mix really. Bottom line was these guys usually were pretty successful later on in life and they had some attitude.
I was able to smooze my way into the interview and thought I did pretty well at it. But what really got me in was my gambling ability. I had finished my interviews with the Rush Committee and was just hanging around. During Rush week the frats and sororities had kind of an open door policy and you could wander around and look in the general entry rooms and living rooms. I was downstairs and noticed a game of cards in the corner with four seniors.
I eased up and watched a bit and one of the guys asked if I wanted in. I said sure and sat down. They were playing dime and nickel poker and I was soon doing pretty well. Well enough I attracted attention as the pots started getting bigger and bigger. I quickly figured out I was the "sucker" and these guys were setting me up.
I geared up my abilities and focused. We finally had a major hand that had all my winnings thus far, plus about $50 of my own money. I got a good hand, but realized they were setting me up. So I did some mental math and figured what they would need to beat me, who had it (probably the last guy after I laid down my cards), and given what I had seen and what I had, what were the odds I could get a better hand. I had a full house of fours and sevens, with sevens being the high three. I did some calculating and decided to try for something crazy. The deck had likely been stacked, and the count had been set up so that I would not want anymore cards. So if I drew one or two, not only would I have a chance at a better hand, I would probably also throw off the guy to my left.
I tossed my fours and I could see the other players stiffen a bit at that. My two new cards were two aces. The guy to my left, took two, gave me a nasty look and called. I won with a full house and beat his one pair of aces.
I could feel the room turn a bit cold right then. I had just shown up three seniors in a major way and I was getting the nasty eye. I took the deck and said "Hey, one more hand?" Before they could say no I dealt them five each and antied up. I put back all the money I won into the pot and then made sure I lost.
I sighed and stood up. "Well, easy come easy go. Thank you for the card game." I turned to leave but one of the guys stood up and said "Walk with me."
Turns out he was the Frat President. He wanted to know why I played that last hand the way I did.
"Simple. I didn't want to blow my chance to make it into your frat. By my calculations, I had a one in four chance making it into the frat going into that game. That is solid odds; if I wanted to get into "maybes" I go up to even odds. I know I need at least three of four, so I figured the game would be a good chance to make up some of the odds. When I won the game I showed I wasn't going to roll over and be the patsy. When I lost the last game I showed that I wasn't a dick and could roll with it. That I'm the freshman and someone to fuck with a bit I get. But in terms of money and getting ganged up on, I won't roll over."
The guy looked at me and got an odd smile. He led me to the door and said "You know, we just might be seeing you again."
