A typical Friday night

One Friday night, Matt finds himself in a typical situation, seated at one of several poker tables in a seedy gambling den located in the basement of a strip club called 'Lust'. He's been here several times before, already having a sizeable debt to the seedy group that owns the joint called the 'Ebony Bulls', or just 'Bulls' for short, as most people called them. They ran most of the venues that he usually found himself at, known best for the quality of women that worked there alongside the sizeable debts that they would let their customers run into before placing pressure to pay up. A situation that Matt had skirted the edge of several times before.

Matt is scrolling through an online jeweller's website for wedding rings when he's interrupted from someone behind him.

"Can I get you anything sir?" A woman's voice says from behind him.

Matt turns and recognises one of the girls who works there standing before him, dressed in a typical get-up for the working girls in an Ebony Bulls run club.

"Just a Jack and Coke thanks." He responds.

"Sure thing, I'll be back shortly." She responds with a smile.

As she turns around and walks towards the bar, he stares at her ass sway under that fishnet dress for a while before turning back to what he was looking at on his phone. 'Pretty ironic', he thinks to himself, to be staring at another woman's ass right before shopping for wedding rings for his girlfriend. He had been planning on proposing to her for a while now, the obvious issue of course being money. But that could all change tonight, a few good hands and he'd be able to front the money he needed to take out a loan to buy her a half-decent ring.

"*GULP* Ok all done. Sorry about the wait." The dealer says as she stands up from underneath the table.

"You've got a little... umm" Matt says, pointing out the speck of cum that she has on the side of her lip.

"Oh thanks. You're such a gentleman. Most guys would just let me walk around with that on my face all night." She says appreciatively, using a finger to lick up the drop from her face.

"Sorry fellas, it's a tradition of mine to get a blowie from the dealer after my first win of the night." The man sitting next to Matt at the Blackjack table says.

"It's a mentality thing. Helps me establish dominance over her before I take some more of the house's money." The man continues whilst the woman who just sucked his cock starts dealing.

As obnoxious as he found this guy sitting next to him, and as annoying as it was to have to wait the ten minutes for the dealer to finish sucking his cock, Matt was adamant on remaining at this table. He had already lost a significant amount of money at there and had a sort of superstitious belief that he was due for a win.

Unfortunately, this was far from what proceeded to happen over the next thirty minutes. Matt went on to have one of his worst losing streaks yet at that table. It didn't end there however, he then went on to try his luck at poker and roulette, both of which resulted in some terrible losses. All in all, things were looking so dire he wasn't even certain he'd be able to afford the cab ride home.

Nonetheless, he wasn't about to leave without blowing off some steam after one of the worst nights of his gambling career. He tracks down the waitress from earlier and requests her 'services' before being led down the hall to a free private room. The cost could be added to his ever growing 'drinks, drugs and dolls' tab, as they called it in this place.