His watch

The man in the tuxedo tugs at his cuff to reveal a gold watch on his left wrist. He's about to take it off and toss it onto the table, when you raise a hand to stop him.

"I don't want your watch," you say.

The man in the tuxedo raises an eyebrow, intrigued. "What do you want then? Name it."

"Your wife," you respond, drawing a giggle from the young woman in the baseball cap beside you, who's now a gleeful spectator.

"I can't sell you my wife. And even if I could, she's certainly worth more 15 grand."

"Not sell. Just a loan for the night. Whatever I want," you say, pausing to gauge the man and his wife's reaction. They both seem pretty confident as he holds his cards up to show her his hand. "And, if I lose, I'll throw in an extra 100 grand," you add with a confident smile.

"Deal," the man's wife says promptly, the first time she's spoken since you entered the room. She pats her husband on the shoulder in addition, to let him know she's okay with the wager.

"Great. I win," you say, revealing your hand. It's a royal flush, and you know it doesn't matter what the man has because your luck ring has been activated and there's no way you could lose. The man looks stunned, and he chucks his cards to the side, not bothering to show what he had. It must have been a good hand, but he had no idea what he was up against. His wife's annoyed, reaching for the cards to double check them, and you see that he had a straight flush. No wonder they were so confident.

Chuckling, you reach over the table push all of the man's chips towards the dealer. "Your tip," the dealer is visibly surprised for once, and finally cracks a smile as he collects his massive tip. Money isn't really an issue for you anymore with the magic rings, so you're happy to give it away.

"Come here, you should stand behind me now," you say to the tall blonde. She eyes you icily, before begrudgingly walking around the table slowly to behind you. The man in the tuxedo looks torn as he looks at you, then his wife, then the door.

"Leave," the blonde says, clearly annoyed at her husband. He looks sheepish, no longer as confident as a spy, as he averts his eyes from everyone and hastily makes for the door and exits. After he leaves, you feel the blonde's hand on your shoulder, assuming the position she had with her husband.

You reach up to put your hand over hers, feeling her wedding ring on your palm, and you look over your shoulder at her staring down at you. "What's your name?"

"Irina."

"Irina. Give me a blow job while I play."

Irina glares at you, then looks to the dealer and the woman in the baseball cap. Neither of them object. She then glances over to the bar, where the bartender and the old man are watching too from across the room, before she reluctantly gets to her knees without saying a word and crawls between you and table. You deactivate the luck ring and turn to the woman in the baseball cap. "Shall we keep playing?"

"Sure," she responds with a shrug as you feel Irina's hands on your pants and the zipper being lowered. Soon, her warm hands are fishing your hardening cock out and she takes it into her mouth without hesitation. You're actually impressed that she's following through on the bet without any protest or much ****.