Are you kidding.

The first several hands are disastrous. Kyle crushes you in both quantity of hands won and quality of pots taken. With cat like luck she gets all the good cards and you find her impossible to read. Every time you think you pick up some tell she destroys you. Even worse then having an amazing poker face when playing, she unmercifully taunts you when you lose, like a cat playing with its half dead prey.

“I thought you went to Yale?” “You did say you knew how to play this game, right?” “Can you try to make it at least somewhat interesting?” "You should strop trying to look at my chest and instead think about the cards." “Typical, the good looking ones are never that bright.”

At one point **** point, when she easily gets to the half way mark for winning, you scan about convinced the deceptive Miss Kyle must be cheating, but you're playing with your cards, in your apartment, and she is wearing a sleeveless dress.

“Something wrong?” She teases, seeming to know your thoughts. “Should we just call the game now? It would save you a few hundred dollars.”

Flopping back in your chair you concede her mastery and wonder if you should concede the game. “Okay, you're good at this.”

“You should have known.” She purrs.

As you look at the buxom beauty, resigned to the fact she will most likely be keeping all her cloths, you notice the window behind her. The sun has started to set meaning the outside is now darker than the inside of the room. Thus the glass is no longer fully transparent, but now partially reflective, like a mirror. You can clearly make out the back of her head which means you might be able to see her cards!

Your pulse quickens as you do the math: This would be cheating and if she catches you, and your adversary is very perceptive, it probably won't end well.

Shuffling the cards she crows, “Willing to admit you're a loser or do you want to prolong the humiliation.”

Still pondering, you don't answer.

“Then lets raise the stakes,” your cocksure opponent doubles down as she deals, “If you come back an win I'll dance for you before the spanking, but if you lose, you let me take pictures of the jewels.”

Scooping up her cards she muses, “I know there's a strict no photography rule for special collections, but you can tell them there for a brochure or something.”

Looking at her you comment half jokingly, "You don't lose much do you, Ms. Kyle."

"When it's important, never." She declares as she leans back in the sofa. "And if you think I'm going to let any man spank me, you're just kidding yourself." With a triumphant smile she gloats, "I take it you're too scared to increase the wager?"

She has three queens.