Chapter 6

Summer school, it seemed, was over in a flash. It had been six weeks of tedium, but my life outside of the easy classes had been so chaotic that it was a minor miracle that I passed, since I turned in almost none of the homework assignments. Fortunately, my university applications had all been previously accepted, contingent merely on graduation, and not on maintaining my GPA. Which, due to my merely scraping by, had dropped well below a level that I deemed appropriate. If I had been depending on scholarships, I might well have screwed myself, in addition to the several dozen girls I’d fucked in the recent weeks.

It seemed that every free moment had been occupied, either with molesting my new step-sisters, or with a party with one of my father’s expansive circle of acquaintances; “Friends”, as he always referred to them. Tonight was to be no exception, as I had finally been invited to poker night. Every Friday, Dad attended a game, and on the nights where the rotation landed at our house, I was explicitly required to be elsewhere.

Until tonight. If, Dad informed me, I was willing to pony up the five-thousand-dollar buy in, I could attend. Or rather, he would be deducting said buy in from my very generous graduation present. I had played quite a bit of online poker, and hoped to at least break even. Though I didn’t know the other player’s tells, they also didn’t know mine, and I was intimately familiar with the odds of Texas Hold-em.

The sun was setting as I pulled my BRZ convertible into the garage and entered the house. I peeked into the girls’ rooms as I passed, but they were empty.

I soon saw why, as they, along with my new step mother Catherine, were in the kitchen. Their clothes were not well suited for cooking, as they were all three in slinky cocktail dresses and stiletto heels, small aprons their only concessions to practicality. Catherine’s high-necked dress was olive green and ankle length, with slits on each side all the way to her wide hips, baring her legs every time she moved. Jaime wore a skin-tight shoulder-baring mini-dress that clung to her curves like a second skin, her impressive cleavage bulging out. Jessica’s black dress with a floral print around the waist was just as short, but the thin satin flowed around her as she moved, alternately hiding and revealing her more petite curves. It was abundantly clear that none of the three wore anything at all underneath.

Well, maybe Jessica could have been wearing panties, but the hard points of her nipples completely precluded a bra.

“Ladies,” I greeted them, sidling between Catherine and Jaime to snag a deviled egg, making sure to brush against both of their luscious bodies as I passed.

“Those are for the poker night,” Catherine said, tapping my hand as I purloined the snack, but making no real effort to stop me. She had learned that I had very nearly as much authority over her as my father did. “I can make you a sandwich or something before you leave if you’re hungry.”

“I don’t want a sandwich,” I responded, grabbing her ass. She gasped. Her ass wasn’t as full as Jaime’s, but while Jaime had learned to accept, though not enjoy my molestations, Catherine still had to stifle indignation every time I touched her. It was nearly as much fun as Jessica, who reacted with deep-seated shame and embarrassment whenever I touched or even looked at her body.

“Anyways, I’m not leaving tonight,” I said, pushing my fingers into the crack of her ass, “and the game starts in a few minutes, so I wouldn’t want to spoil my appetite.”

“You-you’re staying for the game?” Catherine asked.

“Oh, Dad didn’t tell you?” I teased, pushing a finger against her rear hole. “Judge Ward has dropped out for tonight, and I’ll be taking his place.”

“H-he must have forgotten,” Catherine said, unsteadily.

I gave her breast a quick squeeze, then left them to their work, popping the egg into my mouth as I moved into the leisure room.

The couches that normally faced the TV had been moved back into the nook, and the hexagonal poker table sat in the middle of the room, six chairs surrounding it. A deck of cards sat in the middle, and before each place sat a neatly arranged stack of chips. The TV was on, paused at the beginning of a scene that I immediately recognized: Jaime and Jessica, naked, facing away from the camera, hands behind their heads. It was one of the most viewed videos on the secret website of the society of “Friends” that I was being inducted into.

In front of the door to the pool, six beautiful young ladies stood in a line. I hadn’t seen any of them before, but by their snug collars I instantly knew that they were the Friend’s slaves. They wore even sluttier outfits than my step-family’s.

Only one of them could properly be called a dress; the strapless red number was was worn by an incredibly chesty blonde of about sixteen. The bodice cupped her clearly enhanced mammaries, dipping low between them, and cinched tight around her waist before flaring out around her hips.

A brunette of 18 or so wore a blue satin negligee trimmed with black lace, through which you could see all of her charms. Another, taller brunette with curly hair pulled up above her neck wore what would have been a dress, had it not been made of sheer black lace.

The fourth girl wore a sheer bodysuit in charcoal grey with matching stockings and a hairband with lace cat ears held her long, blonde-highlighted brown hair back from her face.

A familiar-looking, slim redhead with hair nearly to her waist wore black; I honestly couldn’t tell if it was a bikini or bra and panties. A little tiara accessorized her outfit.

The youngest of the bunch was an asian girl whose hair was cut in a cute bob, and all she wore was a gold corset that ended just below her breasts, which were every bit as large as the blonde’s, despite clearly being too young for such a size, and tipped with tiny pink nipples that were already hard. She wore no panties, either, and her mound was completely bare.

They all smiled shyly at me as I looked over them. If I got to choose one, and I might well get to, knowing the way these parties went, I decided that the one in blue would be my first choice.

Before I could decide on a second choice, I heard my father arrive. Or rather, I heard him greet his new bride with a resounding slap.

“I know that I told you to wear a short dress, Catherine,” Dad snapped. I went back into the kitchen, hoping to watch some discipline.

“I’m sorry, sir, I must have misheard,” my step-mother pleaded, her eyes brimming with tears. She pushed a leg forwards, the slitted dress slipping down to bare its smooth length. “But my legs are very well displayed for your guests.”

“They are,” he conceded, “but this is not what I requested. Take it off.”

“What would you have me wear, sir?” Catherine asked, even as she unzipped the back of her dress and slid it down.”

“There’s no time for that,” Dad snapped. “My guests will be arriving any moment. You may keep the apron.”

I grinned at her look of shock and indignation. Really, she should have seen this kind of treatment coming a mile away, given how he abused her daughters. Still, she didn’t protest, merely tying her apron on again to cover her sex.

Dad’s words about his guests turned out to be mildly prophetic, as the doorbell rang before Catherine had even finished adjusting her apron.

“That will be the Chief,” Dad said, picking up Catherine’s flimsy dress from the floor. “Jaime, please get the door and show him to the table. Jessica, take this to the laundry room.”

Dad stalked out of the kitchen, clearly angry, and gestured for me to follow.

He took a seat, back to the TV, which was now playing, and I sat with my back to the slave girls. If I was to have any chance at recouping my buy-in, I couldn’t afford any more distractions than necessary; the TV wouldn’t be so hard to ignore, as I had seen that video a dozen times and could recreate live it at my leisure.

Catherine walked in, her lovely breasts on display and carrying a single glass on a tray, just as Jaime led the chief of police and Dr. Gregory into the room.

“Glenmorangie neat,” she said, placing the glass in front of my father. “May I get you gentlemen anything?”

Both the chief and the doctor asked for their preferred whiskies, on the rocks and with a splash of soda, respectively, but I opted for an Ommegang Porter. Too much alcohol would put me at a serious disadvantage with such experienced players.

By the time the other two guests arrived, Mr. Diallo and a gentleman who I had not previously met, though I was fairly certain that he was a junior senator, I was the only one without a whiskey in front of me.

“Gentlemen,” my father said, unwrapping a brand new deck of cards, “you all know our standard rules, but I will cover them for Carter’s sake. The pot is thirty, of course, and the first three to bust walk away with nothing but a consolation prize, which is theirs for forty-eight hours. First to bust also deals for the rest of the night.”

He gestured at the slave girls behind me.

“First out, first choice.” He began shuffling the cards. “The consolation prizes are a bit better than normal tonight, though, as each one still has one virgin hole.”

The announcement was met with enthusiasm, and I looked behind me again, quickly deciding that the catgirl and the redhead were tied for my second choice, but I would be quite happy with the asian. The curly haired brunette was fine, but if by some strange chance I was stuck with the blonde, I’d probably just use Jaime instead. Or in addition to. Then again, the only way I would be stuck with no choice at all was to win outright, which I didn’t think likely.

“Third place gets their buy-in back, second place is ten, and first is fifteen. The game, as always, is hold-em, no-limit, nothing wild. Small blind is 100, large 200, with blinds increasing 100 with each bust. No minimums on raises. No mucking; all showdown hands are revealed. Kim, some luck, please?”

I just hoped to come in second or third.

The nearly naked asian girl stepped up to the table and blew on the deck that dad was holding, and he offered it to the Chief on his right to cut. He tossed small and large blind tokens to Mr. Diallo and the Senator. I was glad that I would have several hands before being forced to bet, so I could get a chance to see a bit of their styles.

The Senator and Mr. Diallo anted up, and Dad dealt. I was extremely glad then for my position, as I got an 8 2 offsuit. I immediately tossed them to the side to fold, even knowing that it would make me look weak and a little unknowledgable. Better to be underestimated.

Dad cleared his throat and looked pointedly at me, knowing that what I was doing. I just shrugged, watching the first hand play out. Everyone who hadn’t paid a blind folded, eliminating much of the intelligence advantage that I had hoped to gain, and the hand ended quickly, with the Senator winning a very small pot.

The button passed to the police chief, and he began dealing, even as Mr. Diallo and my father paid their blinds. This time, with the king and queen of hearts, I very much wanted to see the flop, so I happily slid two chips into the middle. If I remembered correctly, I had at least a 25% chance on those cards alone.

I was slightly less eager to see once Mr. Diallo doubled his initial bet, but the odds were still good, so I called, after both Dad and the Chief folded.

The flop was nothing short of disastrous for my hand, giving me only a jack, and offsuit at that. The 2 and 3 must have looked good for Dr. Gregory, though, as he raised two hundred more. The Senator and Diallo both called, so I did as well.

The turn, a ten of clubs, made things much more interesting, and I tried desperately to calculate the odds of getting either a 9 or an ace on the river. Much too soon, I was forced to bet, and threw in 500, knowing that if I could pull out a straight, I was nearly unbeatable.

Gregory and the Senator immediately folded, leaving me head to head with Diallo.

With a brilliant white smile, he matched my bet, and the Chief flipped the last card, a three of hearts.

I threw my hand down in disgust, and Mr. Diallo laughed gently.

“You are much too easy to read, Mistah Cahtah,” he said in his unique accent, as he collected his chips. “I could have taken much more from you, with your Royal Couple. I bet they were even paired. Hearts? Diamonds? But I had you beat at the flop, even if you had made your straight.”

I flipped my hand to show him as I looked at the hand he revealed, ace and four, realizing that not only had he made flush spades before my raise, but he had also accurately guessed my hand. Much too accurately for comfort. I was very solidly outclassed, and had lost over a fifth of my stake in a single mediocre hand. Online poker was a very different beast from live.

I tried to think of a witty comeback, but was saved from that necessity by Jaime entering the room, carrying a tray of canapes. She offered them first to my father, dipping towards him with a hint of a curtsy. He took one and patted her firm thigh, just at the very short hem of her dress. The chief was next, and he slid his hand up her dress, before taking two, actually causing her to blush. I accepted one, patting her lush bottom to send her on to Dr. Gregory, who gave her ass a much firmer slap as he took a little sandwich from her plate.

Neither the Senator nor Mr. Diallo accepted the food, contenting themselves with slapping Jaime’s ass.

The chief passed me the button and the deck of cards, and I began shuffling.

“Now, to help everyone make an educated choice, it’s time for our little door prizes to demonstrate one of their skills. Girls?”

All six girls moved forwards and surrounded the table, then slipped underneath. The girl with the cat ears moved in between my legs, and unzipped my pants with her teeth. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath, so she was easily able to suck my already half-hard cock into her mouth.

I gasped in pleasure, but forced myself to focus on the game. I offered the deck to the doctor, but he declined to cut, so I started dealing, if a bit shakily.

A pair of fours. Playable, but not great. I folded when the bet got around to me, and tried very hard to remain steady and watch the other gentlemen’s reactions as I flipped three cards into a line in the middle of the table, despite cat girl’s steady, firm suction.

Another 4 came up, along with jack queen. I was disappointed to have given up a playable hand. My opponents might as well have been androids for all that I could tell of them. The betting began, and cat girl plunged her head down, taking me all the way in.

The betting was quick and business-like, two rounds bringing the pot just over a thousand, with the chief and my father both folding.

The turn was another jack, and I might have been imagining it, or the girl sucking him may have turned up the heat, but I was almost certain that his left eyelid drooped a bit. Dr. Gregory raised 500, and the senator quickly folded. Diallo raised another five, and the senator called, though he looked nervous now.

The river was a 2. The Senator’s eyes went cold, and then I knew for certain that Diallo’s eyelid was his tell. He knew he had the Senator, And I was fairly certain that the Senator knew it as well. He had been hoping for an out on the river, and luck wasn’t in his favor. Or the odds.

Still, the Senator raised another five, but it was all on air, and I was sure of it. Diallo was sure as well, and raised another eight. The Senator folded with a grunt of frustration. Mr Diallo revealed his jack queen full house, pulling the pot towards himself.

I realized, belatedly, that I would have had a full house as well, and on the turn, not the river, and would have bet recklessly, and the enigmatic Diallo might well have busted me.

“Doctor,” I said, passing him the deck and the button, as the chief passed me the small blind.

Gathering up the courage to settle my curiosity, I addressed the Senator.

“Forgive my bluntness, ah, Senator,” I said, raising my tone at the end questioningly, “but while I know everyone else here, at least in passing, I haven’t yet had the pleasure.”

“Call me Jason,” he said, with a winning smile, and I realized exactly who he was. From the next state over, State Senator Jason Clearwater, rumored to be set to run for, and quite favored for, federal house, and probably a contender for POTUS, as long as this juicy gossip never got out. An image flashed into my head of him with his former model wife and young daughter, smiling and waving to a cheering crowd; another, of his daughter sucking his cock followed immediately.

“Jason, then,” I pushed a chip into the middle of the table to join the Chief’s two.

Unbidden, the girls under the table switched places. I looked down to see my first choice with her hand on my cock. She smiled brilliantly, her wine-red lipstick barely smudged.

My hand was trash again, two seven off suited, some of the worst possible hole cards in the game, and I folded as soon as I could, despite the hundred in the pot. Even if the raises hadn’t brought my call to another five, I wouldn’t have put a single dollar on that hand, much less the smallest chip of 100.

The girl sucking my cock this time was much more gentle and subtle. Though it was even better for me than the pneumatic style of cat girl, it made it even easier to ignore and focus on trying to get a read on my opponents.

No one but me had folded pre-flop, and I saw Diallo’s eyelid again, as well as Clearwater’s cold eyes. Jason would fold, I thought, unless he was a perpetual bluffer. I also noticed a greedy glint that hadn’t been in the Chief’s eyes before. My father seemed as calm and unflappable as ever.

Diallo raised immediately, by a thousand. Dad tilted his head in the black gentleman’s direction, and tossed his cards away. The Chief raised another five, and Dr. Gregory folded. With a pained look, the Senator called the 1500. He was not going to last long, I suspected.

I was right. The turn and river produced more furious betting between the Chief and Mr. Diallo, with Jason calling every time, putting himself all in. The Chief was getting low, though Diallo had a large stack that contained a thousand of my chips that I intended to get back.

Finally, Mr. Diallo revealed that he had a full house again, 3s and jacks, but the Chief’s pocket aces make his 3-A full house far better, and it showed that though Mr. Diallo had gotten lucky (almost), he had raised on jack two. So he could calculate odds like a goddamn savant, but he was unpredictable. Shit.

Clearwater had paid out his entire stake to show that he had two pair.

As the girls under the table switched places, the doctor passed on the button all the way to Diallo, but the deck to the Senator, who began shuffling with remarkable calm for someone who had just lost, and badly.

Jessica came out, bearing a tray of deviled eggs. She made her way around the table, enduring much the same treatment that Jaime had, as the men fondled, patted, pinched, and slapped her legs and bottom. Though none of the molestation was particularly hard, Jessie was crying by the time she was allowed to return to the kitchen.

“Thank you Chief Walters,” I said, as he handed me the big blind. The small blind I slid to Dr. Gregory.

“We’re all casual here, kid,” he said, jovially, stacking his newly massive pile of chips. “Call me Joe.”

“Right, and for that matter, call me Mike,” Doctor Gregory said, sliding a chip to the middle of the table.

“And you can call me Dad,” my father stated dryly, eliciting a polite laugh from most of the table.

“Diallo is my surname, son,” the large black man said, “but it is both my preferred form of address and far easier for you to pronounce.”

“Carter,” I said, following suit and pushing three chips forwards to get my cards, the new big blind since there had been a bust, and glanced under the table to see that the rail thin redhead was now sucking me. She glanced up at me with blue eyes, but I turned my attention to the table, where I had just been dealt pocket kings, nearly the best starting hand there was. I was almost the last to bet, and I matched the $300 to see the flop, but played it cool and didn’t raise further. Once Mike called as well, the $2500 that was in the pot would recoup all my losses so far and then some.

The flop contained another king and a pair of queens, so I now had a full house. Even better, everyone had a shot at a full house, but mine would beat theirs. The raises were small, and I only had to pay 200 to stay in, but I raised another 500. Enough to show that I was confident, but not enough to push away a solid hand. The doctor, clearly the most conservative player, folded, but both Diallo and dad called, while Joe went all in with his last hundred, necessitating a complicated split of the pot.

The turn was a ten, which didn’t help me, but probably didn’t help anyone else, either. I bet another five, Diallo called, and my dad folded.

The river revealed the last king. I gasped, but tried to play it off as a reaction to the redhead under the table.

“Mmm, she’s good,” I said, waiting to see if Mr. Diallo would raise. He did. Half of my remaining chips.

“All in,” I said, my faith in my four of a kind unshakeable.

Sadly, my faith was misplaced, and Mr. Diallo revealed a straight flush, king high.

Diallo was kind enough not to gloat, smiling almost sadly as he pulled all of my chips towards himself.

I drained my beer in frustration.

“Well, this has been lovely,” Chief Joe said, pushing his glass back. “But I believe that I would like to claim my spoils and go. If the Senator wouldn’t mind making his choice? I was all in before Carter, so I have second.”

“Not at all,” Mr. Clearwater said. “I will have the blonde. She can stay on rotation, though. There are three more mouths that I’d like to sample.”

“Great! Ruby is a great choice,” Joe said, “but I’ve been dying to nail Kim’s virgin asshole for months. Come on, girl.”

I was a little bummed that I wouldn’t get to sample Kim’s mouth myself.

“You have a good grasp of the odds, Carter,” Diallo said, stacking the chips as the Chief left. “I would like to play you again when you have more practice.”

Catherine appeared, still wearing only her apron, with a fresh glass for me.

The girls under the table rotated again, the redhead skipping the empty chair and displacing each girl by an extra spot, giving me the blonde. An idea sprang into my head.

“Well,” I said slowly, “Perhaps we needn’t wait. I have next choice of the door prizes this evening. I’d sell that for five grand, if you’re willing, and you walk away with two girls.”

“Such a thing is not usually done,” Diallo drawled. “And I am not so much for the ladies, if you remember. But, if no one objects, I will give you two, and then, I will take it back from you, along with the girl.”

No one objected.

“But you like them well enough,” I countered, “or either you wouldn’t be here or my father would have provided someone more to your taste. Four and a half.”

“Astute observation, but I already have two other companions waiting for me at my suite, so how much good will one more do? Twenty five hundred.”

“Are either of them virgins? Fresh, unpenetrated holes?” I asked. “Four, and a bargain at that.”

Diallo laughed heartily, and began counting chips. He slid me two stacks, and I was back in the game, grinning widely.

Nine seven was not a great start, even club suited, but, since no one seemed to be raising, I paid out 400 to see the flop. Ten and eight of clubs with a five of hearts gave me a straight, with two chances of improving to a flush or even a straight flush. Given that I was open ended, that was two outs for the straight flush, and eight for the flush. A straight wasn’t much to go on with, but I put my odds at 36% for a flush and 8% for straight flush. A flush wasn’t much better than my straight, but...

I realized that everyone was looking at me expectantly.

“Sorry,” I said, sheepishly. “She’s also very good. How much to call?”

Honestly, I had almost forgotten that there was a pretty girl sucking my cock, but I was still trying to play it coy.

“$400,” Dad said, a tinge of annoyance creeping into his tone. I was used to the online games telling me exactly how much everyone else had bet.

I glanced quickly around to see that everyone was still in, and pushed four chips forwards. I’d push it after the turn, if it went well. Folding was still a solid possibility, though, if I didn’t get a club on the turn and betting went high.

Five of spades. Black, but the wrong black. My odds of improving on my straight dropped to 18 and 4%, respectively, but the betting seemed conservative. I called 200 more, but Doctor Gregory raised another 200, the first time I had seen him raise.

Did he have a straight, too? Not a flush, surely, since he was raising on the first heart. If he had pairs of tens or eights, that was a full house. A pair of fives would give him four of a kind, and I’m sure he would have bet more aggressively on that.

As the other players all called, I began to doubt my hand. Calling again would put me in for over a quarter of my new stake, and I couldn’t take the time to guess the other three hands.

I called as well, knowing I was letting myself be swayed by the god-damned sunk cost fallacy. I should have folded.

Or not!! The river was, against all odds, my salvation. A straight flush, jack high!

Diallo’s eyelid drooped, and I knew I had him, at least. He had a full house, I was sure. Jacks full of fives. He had called on worse odds than me each time. Joe, the greedy glint back in his eye, had a full house as well, or maybe four of a kind. I knew in my gut and my brain that I had the winning hand at the table. I tried to remain calm, hoping that everyone would raise.

Diallo did, his 500 bringing my pot to five grand. Dad folded, his pile of chips dwindling, and I began to wonder if he ever raised.

Chief Joe raised as well, 1000 on top of Diallo’s 500.

I hesitated, suddenly unsure. I had intended to fake the hesitation, but if I lost, with 400 left, I might as well be bust again. I steeled myself with a deep breath and pushed 2500 in to to raise by a grand. I almost went all in, but 2500 was enough to bust Dr. Gregory, if he had the nerve to call.

Faced with a $2500 call and, at best, tens full of fives, Jack folded. Diallo called, as did Joe, and I grinned widely. My predictions had been spot on, Diallo’s fishhooks giving him jacks full of fives, and Joe’s full house was crap.

My odds based strategy had finally paid off, and I pulled ten thousand dollars in black chips towards myself. Of course, much of that had been mine to begin with, but, damn, it still felt good.

“Well done, Carter,” Diallo drawled with a wide, genuine smile, as the girls under the table rotated, the brunette in black lingerie taking the asian girl’s place. “Those were slim odds.”

“I still had 18% to get my flush,” I pointed out, as my step-mother came out with a tray of glasses, replacing the gentlemen’s nearly empty whiskies. Despite being nude, except for the tiny apron, I noticed that they took no liberties with her as they did with my step-sisters, though they did essentially ignore her.

“Which I would have beat.”

“If I had a flush, I wouldn’t have called $1500.”

“I would hope not.”

As Catherine left the room, Jaime entered, carrying a tray of tiny little steak sandwiches on tiny little baguettes. She again offered them to my father first. Before he took one, he pulled down one side of the top of her dress, reached in, and pulled one of her breasts out. Then he took a sandwich, casually pinching her nipple as he did so.

Taking the bared breast as the invitation that it was, Joe slapped it as he took a sandwich. When she offered the tray to me, I pinched her nipple firmly, accepting one of the slider-sized rolls.

The Senator took a break from shuffling to maul her exposed breast, cupping her ass under her dress at the same time, but he ended up declining a sandwich.

By the time Jaime returned to the kitchen, her breast was well abused.

My pair of nines was reasonably playable, but I folded without betting, enjoying my sandwich and blowjob. I took a sip of my forgotten beer, and found it warm.

“Catherine?” I called. She poked her head out of the kitchen. “A fresh one, please. “Fifty degrees, not room temperature.”

I watched the betting carefully. I knew Diallo and Joe’s tells, I thought, but Mike and my father I still had nothing on. Odds weren’t everything.

Diallo folded early on, unusual for him, and both Mike and Joe folded when my dad raised 700 after the flop.

Catherine brought me a new beer with a whispered apology, as the girls under the table changed places yet again. The blonde’s pneumatic blowjob technique immediately made me regret both putting her as my last choice and bargaining away my shot at a girl.