Colour Me Happy

Ch 26

In this chapter, the team play poker and try to keep a low profile.

All character are over 18 years of age.

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After all the events of the day I needed a stiff drink, so I hit the mini bar in the relative safety of our hotel room. We sat, each nursing a drink, after a short while we were able to make some decisions. We needed the cash so decided to play the tournament as planned then head to my aunts and uncles farm where Tess and I could practice and hone our skills. Jen and Tess would fly out of Vegas however Tilly was keen to stop at her parent's house to pick up a few things, we would drive making a stop for a couple of days before joining the family at the farm. We also decided to keep our distance from one another while in the tournament precinct. There was no point highlighting our connections to potential adversaries. Having a plan lifted the mood, we could relax knowing we were minimising the risks. Now we could relax and go to bed.

Each bedroom had an en-suite. Rather than shower Tilly filled the spa and we both climbed in. The alcohol together with the warmth of the water and jets pressing against our flesh had us feeling relaxed. Tilly lay back into my arms, her fleshy butt cheeks felt like marshmallow pressed up against my crotch. I wrapped her up in my arms, each hand cupped a breast on the opposite side. Her nipples hardened under my touch.

The yellow fog drifted around the mingling with steam coming off the hot water of the spa. I gathered some up and pushed it gently into Tilly in a subtle sort of way so she would not immediately realise I was manipulating her. I wanted to ignite a slow burn that would grow imperceptibly until it was a raging bush fire. She pushed her ass back squashing my hardening dick between her luscious ass cheeks. It felt amazing.

"Tell me more about your gift," she said. Her knees widened and a disappeared under the soapy bubbles. The water moved her her pussy, giving away the actions of her busy fingers. "Do you need to see the person to be able to push the fog into them or could you say push it around a corner?"

I smiled, "I've only ever moved the fog into people I could see, but that's a good point. When Tess and I combined we could feel people's presence all around us."

I kept easing fog into her, then I felt Tilly reaching behind her back, cupping my balls.

"Give it a try, Jen and Tess are in the next room," she gave my balls a squeeze, my cock went hard in an instant. "See if you can find them."

She guided my hand to her pussy. I let my fingers brush past her clit. She purred like a kitten and opened her legs further to give me better access.

I opened my mind to the fog. A yellow plume swirled around us. I pushed the fog outwards. Following it with my mind's eye it made a bee line for Tess. She was lying on her bed. I could sense her distraction but couldn't see anything. It was only when she looked down that I could see through Tess' half lidded eyes, Jen's face was between her legs.

"I can only push the fog into people I can see. Except for Tess, we have some sort of connection. I can sense Tess, it's like I'm looking through her eyes. It's very new though and we don't fully understand it. I don't think we have even scratched the surface."

The yellow fog took on more life, no doubt inspired by the sight of Jen going down on Tess.

Tilly shifted as the fog pressed against her, "They are fucking, aren't they?"

"Jen sampling Tess' nectar," I responded.

"I knew it, it's like I could feel it myself, through you."

"This is going to sound weird," she continued, "but I really want to watch you having sex. Is that too kinky? Ever since you mentioned your familial activities I can hardly think about anything else. God I'm getting so horny thinking about it. I can't believe you have had relations with your mom and sister. Not to mention your dad! I'd really like to see that."

The yellow flux took on a life of it's own at her admission/confession. The taboo thoughts getting her going more than my manipulation of the fog.

"Would you mind me watching?" she asked.

"Sometimes you are such a surprise," I responded, "but no not at all, you can do whatever you want, our only rule is that everyone is a consenting adult. For the record, I'd like to watch you as well. I want to watch you get stretched around a fat shaft. Watch you scream and squirt when you cum."

My cock was now a raging iron bar.

"Want to watch me fuck my sister or my cousin?"

"God yes, please let me watch you make Jen scream."

I plunged two fingers into her hole, and she grunted satisfaction.

Then continuing, "you to watch my hard cock rutting my little sister?"

"God yes, that would be so hot," Tilly replied, "then I want to lick her pussy after you fill her up, God I'm such a fucking slut! Ohh, finger me harder."

With two fingers still working her hole, I went for the hard pebble wedged between her labia. Her hips bucked backward and forward, and she grunted again, "Let's go fuck Jen and Tess, I want them so bad."

We rose grabbing a towel and hastily dried off. Still naked, we padded to Jen's and Tess' room. Both were naked. Jen was kneeling on the floor in front of the bed. Her body pressed down on the mattress, her faced positioned between Tess' legs still licking her out. Tess had her eyes closed completely focused on the pleasure she was receiving.

Tilly and I exchanged glances. With one look at Tilly's pleading eyes, I knew she was silently begging me to fuck Jen.

I needed no encouragement. The girls only noticed our presence when I positioned my cock over Jen's anus. Jen looked back smiled momentarily, then resumed feasting on Tess' pussy. Pressing a little forward my cock head slipped into Jen's ass.

Jen paused a moment, "Oh yeah, that's good."

Tilly couldn't take her eyes off my cock as I slowly worked it. With each push it ground it's way deeper and deeper into Jen's bowel. She sat next to Tess, one hand moved to her pussy and started strumming her clit, the other moved to Tess' hole since Jen was now a little distracted.

The fog moved around the four of us, almost playfully bouncing, picking up volume and pressure at each turn.

Tess laid back with her legs spread allowing Tilly free access.

I started slowly grinding on Jen. Which each inward thrust I pushed more flux into her core. With each push Jen would exhale, grunting in satisfaction. There is something about the sound of a woman grunting out her satisfied fuck noise. It's quite different than her moan. The grunt seems to express her take charge, fuck me hard attitude. It's the most sexual of noises and Jen was a fucking expert grunter.

"That is fucking hot," said Tilly, her fingers were working hers and Tilly's cunt like a piston. "Fuck her fucking ass, give it to her."

Tess chimed in, "Get in there Steph, balls fucking deep."

With a good hold on Jen's wide hips I pulled her into me and thrust forward deeper. At the same time, I gave her a short sharp jab of flux punctuated with a hard slap on her white ass cheek. Jen yelped in surprise but didn't complain instead she pushed back harder when I thrust forward to get more of me inside her.

Jen's grunt turned into a half squeak half scream, "fucughh, eee, oohh", something incomprehensible.

I pulled out as far as I could while leaving the head of my cock still embedded in her ass. Then repeated the process as I thrust in again.

Another garbled noise came out of Jen accompanied by a squirt of girl juice.

Tilly's eyes met mine, then she was glued to my cock as it disappeared up Jen's ass again. With wide eyes and a gaping mouth all she could say was "Fuck!" Her hand flashed on her clit.

I could feel that exquisite pressure in my balls rising.

Tess said, "Look at that cock, I can see the veins bulging, he's getting close."

Still working their clits, Tess and Tilly moved closer, they wanted a close-up view of my eruption.

Then it hit me, I smashed my cock in hard, balls deep and erupted. Rope after rope flooded Jen's ass. As I released, I also mashed the fog into all three girls. Gushing as one and screaming in unison they also hit that sweet spot. Jen faced downward, but Tilly and Tess sprayed both Jen and I with a bucket of girl juice. Although, being honest it was Jen the bore most of the assault.

Panting like I just ran a marathon, I collapsed forward on top of Jen driving her face first into the juice soaked mattress. My cock still embedded in her ass and twitching with each beat of my heart. The other two had knees that buckled like they'd just been shot. We were a mess of cum covered tangled limbs and laughing the way one does after cumming so hard.

After a minute I rolled off Jen. Tilly crawled forward to inspect the damage and slowly parted Jen's cheeks to reveal a pink gaping hole oozing creamy white cum. Without a second thought she buried her face in the mess, tongue working overtime licking her out and cleaning the fluid mix. Jen groaned again hips jerking at the intense sensation.

My eyes met Tilly's, a mischievous grin spread across her face. She reached for and clutched my hand. A bright yellow light sprung forth almost like a sun burst. The brightness consumed Jen and Tilly. With overawed senses, I could only hear the strangled tones. Finally, the fog cleared, the girls had gushed again. The room looked like a fire hose went off in there. My first thought was that it might be less expensive to burn down the hotel and start again rather than try and clean up this mess. If any of the hotel staff are reading this, I sincerely apologise.

Tilly and I extricated ourselves and hit the shower, by the time we finished, Jen and Tess had already showered and were in our bed.

"I guess we are sharing then," I said.

"There is no way we could sleep in that brothel," replied Tess.

With that, we climbed into bed, and I spent the night squeezed between three beautiful, horny women.

The next morning I woke up with Jen's face inches from mine. Her eyes opened and staring into mine, leaned forward and kissed my lips.

"My ass hole is sore," she said, "want to fuck it some more?"

"I'll kiss it better," said Tilly.

"No, No No," cried Tess, "we do not have time for this", and swatting Tilly away from Jen's ass.

"Ohhh," complained Jen, "but it is sore, someone should kiss it better."

But it was too late Tess was throwing off blankets and getting people moving.

I checked my phone, "Shit, she right, we better get moving or we will miss our start time."

Any carnal thoughts were properly checked and we each set about making ourselves presentable before heading out. Jen and Tilly were first to leave, they would spend the day observing the matches from the viewing area and try and keep an eye on Snow White if she made an appearance. Tess and I would head down to the tournament area but play on separate tables. If we could, we would win 3 rounds, then throw the fourth. Enough for a reasonable pay day hopefully without drawing attention to ourselves. If we come across another manipulator, we would not resist and allow ourselves to lose early if necessary.

The tournament would to be in a large conference room -- if you could call it a room, the space was size of two basketball stadiums combined. As we approached the main gallery, we headed towards a reception area set up to greet players as they arrived. Friendly staff welcomed us, registered our arrival, handed us a welcome pack, and gave us the table number of our first table in the competition. When done, with a perfunctory smile they pushed us along to repeat the process with the next player.

We entered the tournament room. Areas were flagged showing the various competition divisions. Numbered tables, each surrounded by eight chairs, ran up and down the large area in columns. Tess and I headed to our respective tables. I glanced up to the observation gallery but was unable to see Jen or Tilly among the throng of bodies. Hopefully, they would find us since we would be seated in a more orderly pattern.

Four players were already seated at my table when I arrived. I offered a hand to the nearest player and introduced myself. In return he looked up at me from behind darkened glasses. His hands didn't move from the table where they rested, instead ho shook his head from left to right and back again.

"Fucking noob," he replied.

I was taken aback momentarily. Then withdrew my hovering hand, "Odd name that," I responded sarcastically, "is Noob your first or last name?"

There would be no friendly rivalry here, just business. Noone else spoke except to the dealer when he checked off everyone's name.

The game began promptly at 10:00am. I'm dealt a pair of pocket queens in middle position, a strong starting hand. The player to my right raises preflop, indicating strength or perhaps trying to steal blinds. I open my sight and watch for signs of manipulation. The player to my left is nervous, it may just be opening hand jitters. I decide to re-raise and put some pressure on. The players to my left fold, but the initial raiser calls.

The flop comes down, club 8 followed by a diamond 4 and Jack. Not helpful. I make a continuation bet. Then comes the turn, another 8, and then the river a club 6. Look at player 1's colour I know he is weak. He makes a substantial bet on the turn and river showing dominance. I call, not wanting to scare him off. My pocket queens win.

So it goes, in the first round. I watch the signals. When I have a decent hand, I don't press too hard and draw the opposition in. I punish opposition bluffs, and fold early when they are strong.

It doesn't take to long for 5 players to exit backwards and I'm on to the next round which is to take place after a break for lunch.

I catch the eye of Tess, and we independently make for the door. Waiting for us outside is Jen and Tilly. We make eye contact and walk in advance of them and out of the hotel. As planned, they watch to see if there is anyone keeping us under surveillance. I know that's not the case when they follow us into a small restaurant and take a seat beside us.

"How did you go?" I asked Tilly.

"I'm out, had a manipulator on my first table," She replied, "dark hair, thin build, about 5'5, stonewash jeans, white shit, she wasn't trying to be covert either. Not sure if she'll be playing this afternoon if you get my meaning. Did you notice her?"

"No, I can't say I did," I responded.

"What about you? Did you come across anything suspicious?" Asked Tess.

"No one was overtly manipulating on my table. I was able to just watch the flux and make the right call."

"Good, at least one of you made it through the first round," Jen added.

"To be honest, I just want to get one more round in to cover our expenses, then I want to get out of here. This is not a good place for us," I said.

"I agree, as the the players thin out in the later rounds, even just watching the flux and acting on that information might get hairy," said Tess.

The other two women nodded in agreement.

"If you can win one more round without drawing any attention fine. Then throw the next and we can get out of here," she continued. "I'll keep an eye out for the woman manipulator and see what happens."

I played the next round and was able to get through without any issues. Afterwards we met back in our room.

"I found the manipulator from my table, she played the next round and was equally obvious in her manipulations. This time though Snow White made an appearance," Tess said.

That got our attention, and we all stopped what we were doing and looked up.

"She observed the action, turned to speak to some guy, then walked away," finished Tess.

"That can't be good," said Tilly.

"It didn't look good, no," replied Tess.

"Should we try and warn her?" Asked Jen.

"That would put us at risk," said Tilly.

I drew a deep breath, "I don't think I can leave her knowing what happened to Mr Sleazy the other night."

"We could try and warn her, get her attention, do it quickly, then leave," suggested Jen.

"Exactly how do we do that? She doesn't know us, more likely she creates a scene and draws attention," said Tilly.

"Jen and I could approach her," suggested Tilly, "we won't draw attention, tell her we know she is a flux manipulator, that there a dangerous people here, that she is in danger, and to get out while she still can."

"Tess and I could watch from a distance, make sure nothing happens," I completed the thought.

"All the remaining players will be at the cocktail party tonight, it's the premier event," said Tess, "we should be able to find her there, if not, well at least we would have tried."

"All right, we can give that a try if it's not obviously dangerous," I said nervously.

I play the next two rounds in the afternoon. In round two I win the odd hand then throw a couple. Just keeping my head above water to finish third allowing me to continue to round 3. In round 3, I push hard early. I win one hand then exit backwards. I'm happy with that outcome, we have covered our costs and can leave Vegas after the cocktail party.

The cocktail party was to start half an hour after the last hand of the day. It's held in an adjacent banquet room in the same venue. We don't bother going back to our room and head straight to the party. When we arrive, most players and guests have had the same idea. It's not dinner time but after playing cards most of the day I'm getting peckish.

I turn to Tess, "I'm getting hungry and man I could murder a beer right now."

Tess looks over my shoulder and raising a hand gets the attention of a passing server, "Can I have some bubbles please and the gentlemen would like a beer."

Just as the server leaves having given us our drinks another passes by carrying a tray of canapés. I lift 2 off her tray without her even stopping.

With hunger and thirst temporarily sated we start looking for Tess's manipulator. I have a vague description (dark hair, thin, jeans) but if she is manipulating, I think I'll notice. I open my sight and start scanning.

Everywhere I look is a sea of greys, blues, purples, oranges and reds. This is not a fun party. The tension is palpable, there is a quiet undercurrent of strategic manoeuvring beneath the mostly polite conversation. Standing-height tables are scattered throughout the venue, allowing guests to circulate and engage in brief, guarded interactions. Waiters weave through the crowd with trays of drinks, their presence a welcome interruption to the otherwise calculated exchanges.

Clusters of competitors converse in low voices, each guarding their strategies while subtly probing others for information. Eyes flicker with intent as they listen more than they speak, gathering snippets of insight that might offer an edge in the next round of the tournament. Conversations are carefully crafted, with each player revealing just enough to seem open while withholding critical details. The air is thick with grey lies and blue anxiety. The party, though relaxed in its setting, is a battleground of wits and perception, I'd be more comfortable at a Soviet embassy party at the height of the Cold War.

I'm startled away from my thoughts by a bump on my arm.

Tess leans in close, "There she is, to your right."

I look in the direction indicated and I see her. Perhaps mid-30s, thin -- yes, but Tess did not mention the c-cup tits which on her frame looked amazing.

"If you had of mentioned her tits, I would have found her 15 minutes ago."

In response Tess punched me arm.

"Ouch! That hurt!" I say rubbing my upper arm.

Tilly and Jen are out of sight but nearby.

I quickly dial Tilly, "She is at standing table 104, you shouldn't be able to miss her, she's the one with 4 guys hitting on her." I hang up without Tilly needing to speak.