It'll take more than over the clothes action to take me down!

Determined to prove that (unlike when you were sixteen, hormonal and ready to hump at a drop of a hat) you have more self-control than one might think, you steel your resolve and run nav-computer calculations through your head to distract yourself from Farrah's hand moving on your crotch. It seems that, surprising even yourself, you do think with more than your dick as you manage to keep your wits about you and win the next two hands even while Farrah intensifies her attentions, moving to circle her fingertips around the head of your cock and tease your balls over your pants while you continue to make your bets.

By the end of the third hand, Farrah makes a soft tsk-ing sound and pulls her hand away, looking somewhat annoyed as it seems you've proven yourself a stronger opponent than the average male as you didn't turn to putty in her hands at her touch. Actually, you turned to hard-as-fuck iron in her hand under her attentions and the prodigious bulge at the crotch of your flight suit is proof of that, but you try to ignore that as you make silent promises to make it up to your cock later. You didn't usually deny that part of yourself what it wanted, after all.

But, for the moment, you focus on the game and not on Farrah's annoyance nor Teesha's apparent amusement at that annoyance. You just focus on playing the cards you're dealt and, as time passes, you've nearly cleaned out all your opponents. The first to go was the Calikasian and he lost with all the grace and civility one would expect from one like him.

"CHEATER! SWINDLER! I'LL GUT YOU, HONORLESS DREG!", he roared as you swept up the last of his chips, his fist coming down hard on the table and his hand starting to go for one of the blades strapped to his chest. Obviously, he didn't think your luck was just luck and was looking to cut into you until you admitted it. Which you'd probably do, even though you actually hadn't been cheating (this time), because you tend to not want to get cut into.

Luckily, you're saved by the intervention of Mac who shouts from the bar as he brings up an old style sonic pulse rifle and aims it at Garf.

"Hey, Garf! None o' that! You know that. Not in my place! If you got problems, you take 'em outside!", he said as he cocked the rifle and the weapon gave a rising hum.

Garf looked to Mac and growled, but, after a moment, he relented, looking back at you with a glare. "You watch your back, spacer.", he growled at you and then turned and tromped out of the bar huffily.

After that, there was an awkward silence where you thanked whatever deity happened to be listening at the moment that you hadn't had to try and defend yourself against the brute. The silence was broken by the Huxorian clearing his throat and saying that he wanted to keep what few creds he had left and bow out of the game as it seemed like a good place to end things, given one of their number had already left. Neither of the females nor you object to that and so he takes his leave with an expressionless nod, leaving you alone with the two women.

"Maybe I should leave too. Don't have that much left to spend.", Teesha says with a sigh.

"Yes, that might be the right move to make if I don't want handsome here to take anymore of my money.", Farrah says as well.

It looks like both of the women are getting ready to pack things up. You suppose you could let them and take your winnings and call it a day. It'd be a win for you that way. Buuut, then again, were you ever the type to let two pretty women leave without trying your luck with at least one of them? Besides, Farrah had gotten you all hot and bothered and you weren't exactly ready to leave the table. So maybe you should try and get them to stick around and push your luck even further?