Ante up

“It’s a five dollar ante Scott,” Luke said.

“I’ll put it in for you,” Jack offered with a grin. Jack's hand hovered over her chest, a smirk playing on his lips. "Five bucks for a one minute squeeze?" he offered, holding up the note.

Scott tried to give Jack a withering stare but it looked like a cute come hither. "Fine. Do it," Scott murmured, needing to get into the game and finding the siren's call of her own body rather intense. Jack put the money down in front of her and his hands closed over her new breasts. She gasped, the sensation sending shockwaves straight to her new sex. The room grew hazy for Scott, the cards blurring as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Jack's rough thumbs brushed over her sensitive nipples which grew hard and erectly swollen. Scott had to bite her lip to stop a moan as he sex reacted, lips swelling wet and moist and hot, clit as hard as her nipples and begging for attention. "Oh god," she muttered, trying to ignore the way her bery female body was responding, feeling like a cheap tramp and struggling to hold onto her madvulinity. But as the minute ticked by with excruciating slowness, her breath grew shallower and her chest heaved, her skin reddening with heat and perspiration. The sensation grew, echoing in her loins with an empty tingling need as her juices pooled on the seat, her pleasure spiralling higher and higher until she had to cover her mouth to hold back her wanton whimpers. When Jack finally moved his hands away, the loss of his touch on her breasts made her knees wobble.

There was a stunned silence as the three men stared at her in awe and she struggled to regain her composure. She reached out and picked up the five dollar note and put it in the pot almost triumphantly. “That’s my ante… I’ve anted up you bastards,” she said with difficulty.