Not a bad night for an underground game. Cleared about $10K, small change really, but I like to hit the illegal back rooms now and then and keep in touch with some old friends and contacts. I usually get some really good tips and information, and you can never have enough information.
I just love showing Trixie off. Nothing gets you a warm welcome than bringing in a former DA and gubernatorial candidate who was trying to shut down all gambling as your bimbo arm candy. She was such a stick up her ass bitch before. Now? Nice, dumb, dim, and horny.
But that is another story.
You probably want to hear about my next year in college. It was a fun one I'm telling you, but also critical to my development as a major player. I learned some important lessons and added to my collection of women. Important additions as you will see.
You know those guys on the TV at the Texas Hold'em Games, and the "world poker champions"? Yeah, they look cool, but I'm going to let you in on a secret. They are not really pro gamblers. Not like me. Nowhere NEAR like me or most of the people have I played with.
You see, the real pros are never on TV. You never see them in a casino except in passing maybe (and that's rare, we tend to move in much more private locations). We wear thousand dollar suits, Rolex watches, have super model hot girls on our arms, and will win and lose a million dollars a night and not even blink. For me today, my minimum bet on a game of chance is $25K and I usually do $50K. I gross between half to a million a week on average. After expenses, I usually end up netting about $7 million a year that goes into offshore accounts and investments that make me millions in interest. I have lost $200 million on a hand once, and I have won $250 million on a hand once. When I gamble I gamble with people who are millionaires dozens of times over, sometimes they are serious, sometimes not, but all like to play for big stakes. And so I and my fine entourage of Ladies.
Las Vegas? Yeah, and Atlantic City, now and then. I usually prefer Monaco, Monte Carlo, Cypress, Switzerland, and some of the major underground game parlors in NYC, Paris, Tokyo, Seoul, Beijing, and London. Places where the left over nobility play along with the rich new blood who are trying to show off. That's where you make money.
Real Pros, like me, have some people to help them be successful. I have the biggest support staff in the gambling circuit that I know of though. In addition to a girlfriend (gamblers usually don't have wives) I have an accountant who tracks my money and will cut me off if I start getting stupid (Jessica will do it too), an investment broker to make my money earn and to help keep certain government agencies from trying to get greedy with me (I pay my taxes, but damned if I'm going to pay more than I have to), a schmoozer (think Public Relations, only its someone moves along the jet set, getting invites to the high class gigs and parties, setting up "random meetings" with important people, finding out what kind of scotch the Baron so and so likes, you get the idea), fashion consultant (you need to ALWAYS look like the cover of GQ), and stylist/hairdresser/makeup and so on (mostly for the girlfriend). Of course I should add a lawyer (or lawyers really, I move in a lot of countries and I have legal help in each one), a doctor (always good to have), bodyguard (or head of security, I have at least twenty bodyguards total who are either on my personal detail or guard my homes), and an intelligence section.
The Intel section is in my case a chief who controls several others. Several Private Eyes who dig on people I want dug on, a couple of hackers (one who watches my money and security, another who digs for me), and the most important section; the designer. The designer makes me new systems for each game of chance and is backed up by some professional gamblers/handicappers who are constantly studying my and others play so we can continually adjust my systems for various games.
You can see why I need to make a lot of money. Even if I bet all of them and turned them all into slaves, I still need to feed them, clothe them, and equip them, and so on. All my key servants are under my thrall by now, and Jessica helps me rule them with an iron will. She is still my premier woman and she acts and looks it. She is still more of a true Lady than nearly every real noble, and I actually have a Countess who is one of my back up Ladies so I know what I'm talking about.
Now what the hell does any of this have to do with anything? I thought we were going to hear about college and more hot sorority chicks and orgies and so on. Well, yeah there was some of that. I had a reasonable roll going into my second year, about $20K. Now for a college kid, that's a shitton of money. But as I found out, expenses grew quick. Jessica was iron when it came to looking and acting the part, so I had to keep the GT detailed every week, I had to have the cutting edge of fashion and work out at THE fitness center (her too of course), we ate at only 4 or 5 star places, we stayed in suites only on the weekends. Hell, I had forgotten what a regular old Budweiser Beer tasted like.
I soon found I was scrambling hard to make ends meet, never mind grow the roll. I started to look at bigger payoffs and take a couple more risks. I was lucky for the first couple of months and had grown the roll up to about $50K when it happened.
It was an underground poker game at the Horse Track. I told you earlier about how Jessica got me in and how we had become a pretty well known couple. A couple of out of towners came in for a big race. I won, but the payoff wasn't all that (the big attraction was seeing a horse that had been injured come back; he was a possible Kentucky Derby runner). So these two suggested a game of poker for some "real action".
The usual suckers headed in and I smiled at Jessica. We had worked out a pretty good system on Poker and I had play tested it. It worked pretty well and I figured this would be worth some cash. So I went in and played.
And I got cleaned the fuck out.
I lost over $65K in that game. To my credit, I was the last one in from the local area, but it was bad. I had been winning; my system appeared to be working and then boom gone in one hand. Jessica looked like someone had bashed her head with a bat and I was able to keep a straight face and lose gracefully. That actually worked out well later on, because these guys vouched for my character later on in Las Vegas in a big back room game where I made out like a bandit.
Life tip; always be a graceful loser, no matter what.
I was scrambling next week trying to pull some cash together to just make some easy bets. I had to call in some markers and settle for less so I could get something now. I was so busy at damage control I didn't think about the important thing which was why had I lost so badly.
This is where having Jessica as my woman saved my bacon. She kept calm (I was pretty calm, I always am, but my focus was not where it should be), and started studying what happened, why, and how do we stop it from happening again. That Saturday while we were chilling in our hotel suite naked after some nice relaxing slow sex to take the edge off, Jessica told me what she had found out.
"Those two guys were using a different system than you in that game. One that was designed to beat yours and if used properly to do it in such a way that they could clean you out."
"Hold on. We tested that system. It worked against you and me, and against everyone else I've played. How could they trip it up so badly?"
"They studied you. I've done some digging, one of their friends here, one you have beaten a lot, tipped them off on you and has been checking out your gaming. I noticed he seemed to be always hanging around, but I didn't realize what he was up to. Once he had enough, they changed their play in order to clean you out. The friend is hoping that it will keep you out of the backrooms and teach you a lesson."
