If you play with fire . . .

Watching the once cocky Ms. Kyle look on in disbelief and vexation as you slow drive her to losing the wager is quite satisfying and almost as arousing as seeing her in that black bra and panties.

Putting three sevens over her two pair drops the nearly defeated raven haired beauty to twenty dollars. As you pick up the cards for the next hand you go to gloat a bit until you see her face. All vexation, whether real or play, is now completely gone. Instead a cool, analytical stare greets you.

“Getting nervous?” You joke, but the phrase more correctly applies to you. Realizing you're not looking at her directly you **** yourself to make eye contact, less she gets suspicious.

“You're cheating.” Kyle matter-of-factly states as soon as your eyes meet.

“What?” You unconvincingly stutter.

“You're the worst liar I have ever met.” Your date informs you. “The question is how?” The gorgeous Gothamite stands up and as soon as she looks behind her she looks back at you and smiles. “A liar and a cheat, all in order to take advantage of a lady? Well, well, Dr. Anderson, I didn't think you had it in you.”

Her words bite. You cannot help but feel a bit embarrassed, distinctly remembering the last time you cheated, back in sixth grade. You felt horrible when you were caught and resolved never to do it again.

Sitting back down, Kyle then leans forward towards you, putting her arms on her knees as her chest sways forward. The sight of her barely covered cleavage bewitchingly summons your gaze again downward. The brief glimpse is certainly arousing, though it's mixed with frustration over your lack of willpower, both for looking and that the view is ill-gotten.

“The only question I have, Dr. Anderson,” your date muses, “did you plan this from the beginning or did you just stumble into it?”

“It wasn't planned.” You fess up. “The sun went down after we started the game and it caused the widow to become like a mirror. I'm sorry, it was just too tempting, especially considering how well you play poker.”

“And you almost got away with it.” Kyle smiles. “It's been a long while since someone has been able to play me so.”

“You're not angry?” You hesitatingly ask.

“I always appreciate a well played scheme.” Kyle nods, clearly not angry in the least. “And it's flattering to know that the noble and virtuous Dr. Anderson would use such underhanded methods to make me strip for his entertainment.”

Her calm but direct words have a strange tone of combining the sensual with the shaming, which you oddly fine somewhat stimulating.

“I guess you probably should put your dress back on.” You humbly try to make amends. “And we can head out to the Athenaeum, you've certainly deserve the full tour.”