I was in Los Angeles on business and one day I was in Century City for a business conference and when we broke for lunch I headed for a restaurant I'd heard about. I was walking down the street when something slammed into my shoulder and I heard a voice say:
"Watch where you're going asshole."
I turned and saw a guy standing there looking at me and smiling. It took me about half a second to recognize Bill Gibson and I stepped to him and took him in a big bear hug. Bill and I had grown up together and had been friends from the fourth grade. I'd lost track of him when he dropped out of college in our junior year. We had exchanged cards and phone calls for a while and then life got in the way and I hadn't seen or heard from him in almost ten years.
He asked what I was doing in LA and I told him I was on a lunch break and he practically drug me to a small bar that served sandwiches and we settled in to play catch up on each other's lives. I filled him in on my marriage and divorce and what I was doing for a living and he told me about his two marriages and two divorces. I asked him what he did for a living and he told me he was a film producer.
"No kidding? What are some of your films?
"I doubt that you have seen or heard of any of them. They have been mostly low budget independent films."
"I've seen some of that kind of stuff. Give me a couple of titles."
"Well, one of my biggest was "Diary of a Sex Crazed Housewife."
I sat there stunned when I heard that. He saw the look on my face and said, "What?"
"That was yours? You produced "Diary?" The one starring Melody Malone?"
"Yeah, that one and a ton of others like it."
"I can't believe it; my old buddy a king pin in the porn industry."
Bill looked at his watch and said, "I've got to run, but I'm having a party at my house tonight. You have to come." He gave me directions and I told him I'd be there and he took off.
I couldn't believe that Bill was a porn film producer. Of course he probably found it hard to believe that I knew some of his films well enough to know who starred in them. I owed that to my ex-wife. In our third year of marriage she decided that our sex life needed spicing up so she started stopping at an adult book store on her way home from work and renting tapes to bring home.
They did spice things up, but unfortunately they also made Claudia curious. She saw all the big cocks hanging from the porn stars and she started wondering what a big one (mine measured in at 6 1⁄2 inches) would be like. Bad cess for her that on one of the days she was finding out I came home early from a working lunch with a mild case of food poisoning.
But Claudia had me hooked on porn videos. Not because they spiced up our sex life, but because it turned out that one of the porn stars was an old girlfriend of mine.
I'd met Mary when we were both enrolled in Business Law III during our senior year. I asked her out and we dated several times and then things got hot and heavy between us and I was about to propose when her father died. She flew home to be with her family and never came back. I tried several times to get in touch with her, but I never saw her or spoke to her again until Claudia brought home "The Playful Housewife."
I don't think Claudia ever had a clue as to why I fucked her seven times that night. Oh she knew it was because of the video, but she never knew that while I was fucking her I was thinking of Mary and what she had been doing in that video. Mary sucked Peter North's cock and as I watched I remembered how great she had been at giving me head. When Mary took Sean Michaels's cock up her butt I remembered how tight it had been when I spent time there and seeing her on tape in threesomes and moresomes blew my mind.
After tossing Claudia out on her ass I started haunting adult bookstores and video arcades looking for porn starring Mary and I had nineteen of them on the shelf next to the VCR. I'd watch one and think of what I had lost when I hadn't gotten off my dead ass and flown back to her home town instead of leaving phone messages.
Bill's party was already cranking along when I got there. He handed me a beer and then introduced me to a bunch of people, some of whom I recognized from the porn videos that I watched.
"You still like to play poker?" Bill asked.
"Have a standing game every Friday night when I'm home."
"Good. There's an open seat at the table" and he led me over to a table where a game of seven-card stud was in progress. Bill introduced me, warned them that I was no stranger to the game and then took off to look to his other guests.
I'd been playing about an hour and I was doing okay. I was a winner, but not a big winner and that was okay because I never am. I play for the enjoyment of the game; the challenge of trying to read the other players, of bluffing to win and to not let myself be bluffed.
I was sitting there looking at my hand and trying to read the other players. The game was five-card draw. I had opened for twenty and gone into the draw with a pair of kings and had drawn three cards, two nines and a jack of clubs. There were three besides me still in the hand. Two had drawn three cards, which indicated they had gone in with a pair, and the third guy had drawn one card. Since it was jacks or better to open and he had passed to begin with I knew that he had tried to draw to a straight or a flush. Whether or not he had hit I would know if he called or raised. The question was how high a pair had the other two drawn to and had they gotten any help.
While I was sitting there trying to work things out in my mind an arm reached over my shoulder and picked up my empty beer bottle and placed a full one down in it's place. I mumbled distracted thanks and then bet twenty bucks. They guy on my left called, the next guy threw in his cards indicating that he hadn't filled his straight or flush. The third guy raised me ten, I called and the guy to my left folded. The third guy laid down his kings and sevens and said "Shit!" when I put down my kings and nines.
The next hand was my deal and I called five-card stud. After the deal I had a deuce looking up at me. I checked my hole card and saw another deuce. The guy to my left had a jack up and he bet ten. Everyone called and I dealt the next card, nobody paired visibly and I gave myself a six. The jack was still high and he bet another ten and everybody called. I dealt the cards and gave myself another deuce. That gave me the only visible pair, which made me high. With three of a kind I felt pretty strong, but a large bet would probably drive at least two or maybe even three of the other players out of the hand.
Conventional wisdom was to bet and drive them out before they could get help. But the more that stayed in the larger the pot. With one card remaining to be dealt and no other pair showing I felt I could gamble — that is what we all sat down to do, right? — so I bet ten and everyone stayed.
The last card gave everyone a pair showing, but the six of spades that I dropped in front of me gave me two pair showing. I had the high hand and so I bet twenty. The man to my left had paired his jack and he raised me twenty which meant that his hole card paired one of his other up cards, but not the jack or he would have been betting before that. The next two dropped out. The next guy called which told me he could beat two pair jacks high. He had a pair of sevens showing but he only called because he was hoping he wasn't going against three jacks. The last guy tossed in his hand and I called the raise and kicked it another twenty and everyone folded except the jacks to my left. He called me and then smiled at me when he turned over the third jack. He had done just what I had done; he kept the bet low to enlarge the pot. The smile slipped a little when I turned over the third deuce and showed him my full house.
As I raked in the pot one of the guys said:
"He's won two pots in a row with you standing behind him Mel. How about sharing some of that luck with the rest of us?"
I turned and saw Melody Malone standing behind me.
"Sorry guys, but he is a stranger in a strange town and I've appointed myself his guardian angel."
She smiled at me, reached down and picked up my beer and drained it and then took the empty and walked away. She was back in a couple of minutes with a full one and she set it down in front of me and then she wandered away. I lost the next five hands and then she came back and stood behind me and watched the game. I won the next three hands and then she wandered away again and I lost the next two. I told the guys to deal me out and I started to stand up and one of the guys said:
"Oh sure, just come in here, win all our money and then leave."
He was joking and I knew it, but I also knew that I shouldn't come into Bill's house and leave a bad taste in the mouths of his friends so I counted out what I had won — almost six hundred — and I tossed it in the middle of the table.
"Six hundred boys. Match it and I cut you high card for it."
"You're kidding. All six of us draw against you?"
"High card takes it all," I said.
The six guys put up another six hundred and one of them shuffled the cards, offered me the cut and when I shook my head no he spread them out across the center of the table. I told them to draw first and while they were pulling out their cards Melody came up to me with a fresh beer and then stood there watching. The six were all smiles as they laid down their kings, queens, jacks and tens, but the smiles all faded when I pulled my card and turned it over. It was the ace of hearts.
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