Deal Again

Lois heart fluttered as Blaze shuffled the cards. New possibilities whizzed through her mind. She wasn't forgetting the women—still intended to win some information from the demon about them—but there was no reason why Lois shouldn't get a little something for herself out of this, right?

"Ante up," the demon's voice was controlled. "Five card draw, again."

The reporter found two chips under her fingers. A bra and panties. Lois chuckled to herself, Blaze's desires so plainly advertised—and why not? Lois could barely breath with her new assets, bra tight against her chest, panties digging into her ass and pussy. She tossed the chips into the pot without a second thought.

Then Blaze anted up...and now Lois focused, what did she want? And the answer came to her, the voice deep inside she'd normally ignore or put aside.

Tits.

Not just any tits. Perfect, gravity-defying knockers. he could picture them in her head, standing high and proud, natural juggs... The kind of breasts that spoke of inhumanly generous genetics, puberty hitting like a truck, never knowing the curse of flatness.

...and there they were, on the chips that Blaze tossed into the center of the table. Lois' stomach gave a little flip to see the twin perfect pairs sitting there before her. So close she could almost reach out and take them...but first she had to win.

Heart thumping in her chest, elated at this minor success, Lois accepted the cards that Blaze dealt to her.

K♣ 9♠ Q♣ 5♦ J♠

Lois frowned. She had the guts of a straight...if she could draw a ten. 42 cards left in the deck, if Blaze didn't have it, that was a one-in-ten shot... Or she could play it safe, hold the King-Queen pair, hope to pick up something. The reporter kept her face blank, trying not to think of the tits she had on the line. Looking at Blaze, she noted the demon had set three cards aside for discard. That could mean a pair...making it all the more urgent for Lois to get at least a pair of her own.

Which way should I go? Draw one or draw three?