Can he, actually, buckle down?

He looked around the table. The dealer, an employee of the casino, was an attractive woman with dark hair, eyes and skin. Coming from Texas, he would have guessed Hispanic ancestry although in Oklahoma, Native American was also a good possibility. She was probably in her early twenties, had a medium-sized pair of knockers barely contained by a low-cut apron-style uniform, and generous hips that just called out for some male attention.

To Rick's right was a blonde who wore a University of Oklahoma Boomer Sooner tank top, the Boom part of the insignia right over her boobs. She might as well not have been wearing anything underneath because he jean-shorts were cut high enough in the back to display her cheeks and in the front, her camel-toe might as well have been advertising for what she had to offer.

An African-American woman in her mid-thirties completed the female contingent. She wore her hair up in a sort of vertical tower, and she probably had the biggest tits at the table. Like the other two women, she managed to keep them covered although Rick wasn't sure how those puppies didn't just jump out of the tight low-cut tank top and roll on the table.

The males were a motley assortment. A couple of college-aged kids, a couple who were on the downhill side of eighty, and a pair who looked to be serious poker players although it was hard to tell much just by the way they stood.

The dealer placed the 'button' on the table and dealt out hole cards to the players.

The first couple of rounds were quiet. The African-American woman won a pot but Rick had safely dropped out early when his hole cards showed up as the three of diamonds and the six of clubs. One of the fraternity boys tried a bluff so clumsy Rick couldn't tell if he was actually trying to bluff or simply setting something up for later... as Rick had done the previous day. Either way, Rick had nothing and was happy to drop out although the OU blonde and one of the serious-looking gamblers called frat-boys bluff. Calling a bluff with absolutely noting wasn't brilliant poker and Rick dropped his estimation of OU blonde, letting the gambler take the haul.

A couple of minutes later, Rick drew a small pair and had to start calculating. In a man-on-man game, a small pair is a good holding. In a larger group, not so much. Still, it could easily be the basis for two pair, three of a kind, or even a better hand. He decided to play it cautiously, checking while waiting to see what the flop delivered.

It didn't deliver much but that was too the good. Miscellaneous high cards would have given the others a better chance to score higher pairs. So he cautiously gave a raise.

Which was when he noticed a soft pressure against his dick.