Chapter 25

Claire Stillman’s great-grandfather had stared the poker room back when World War I had ground to an end. It was a casual weekly game that he and his friends played regularly.

Over the decades, not much had changed. It still wasn’t a high-stakes game, although it had evolved to Texas Hold’em. It was still a cash game, a little more competitive these days.

Claire had made one change when she was still a young girl and shifting from the garage to the farm to Pink Pussy to Mel’s diner. Learning Four Corners from the ground up.

She spoke to her mother, “Connie, we should have one of the strippers dealing cards. In the nude.”

“Huh.”

The advantages were obvious. The simple attraction of having a comely, naked girl right there in front of the men. While the dealer would never actually try to cheat, a naked one would quell any doubts.

But more than anything would be the chatter that the move generated. The Pink Pussy legend would grow across central Iowa.

Connie brought in a dealer from Vegas to teach five of her girls the ropes. Claire, young Miss Claire, tried to offer him stripper-pussy instead of cash. He declined.

Claire watched the first two Pink Pussy poker games, and went back to her mother, “I want another whore to mix drinks, light cigars, give neck rubs.”

Connie looked at her skeptically, “What are you really up to?”

“Blowjobs. They could be sucking cock in that back room during the breaks.”

Connie laughed, “You’re in charge.”

Recently, Claire had authorized Willow to add a second table. Poker wasn’t a huge moneymaker, but it was steady income. Every player paid the house $100 before he bought his chips. Then, the naked dealers raked off 5% from each pot.

Food and drinks on the house. A naked girl mixed and served. A naked waitress from Mel’s diner fixed sandwiches to order. Any player could take a break at any time. When he nodded at a waitress or a bartender, she cheerfully followed him back and blew him.

Over the years, the players had self-sorted to the point that all of them wanted a hummer. Not every week, but every once in a while.

For the girls, it was a plum assignment. A fairly easy eight or so hours on a Friday night. She was usually tipped $50 for every cock she sucked. Often, the winner tossed the dealer a nice little bonus and, depending on his mood, included the cocksuckers as well.

Claire had noticed, but was withholding judgement, that Willow was rotating in younger and younger girls. As Willow told Luke, “It doesn’t take much experience to mix drinks and slap together sandwiches.” Shrug, “And they already know how to suck cock.”