Let her have at it, letting Alan in on your secret after the hand is over

Lying back in your chair, you gaze at Venessa?s magnificent chest as she begins rubbing your clit. You hadn?t noticed before, but she?s obviously adjusted her dress so that her tits are practically falling out. Her nipples are hard, poking out against thin fabric, and your mind wanders to thoughts of suckling on them as she flips over the next card. It?s a queen.

Alan sits back in his chair to give this another long hard though, while a long hard toe enters your pussy, nearly lifting you out of the chair. Pulling out, she rubs her now slick digit over your lips and your clit, sending you to the moon. You grip tightly to the chair and clench your teeth to keep from moaning.

?Hell,? Alan says. ?I?ll just go all-in.? He reaches into his pocket and places his five-hundred bucks worth of winnings on the table. You can hardly contain your excitement, hoping to celebrate Alan?s winnings (after all, he wouldn?t bet like this unless he was sure, right?) along with your orgasm. But as Venessa calls, she returns her foot to the floor and throws over the final card, a deuce.

Nervously, Alan tosses over his cards. Pocket aces! Four-of-a-kind! You yelp with approval, until you realize Venessa?s smile hasn?t faded. Stunningly, she flips over her cards. Jack, ten. Same suit as what?s on the table. Royal flush.

Alan practically dies in his chair. Suddenly, the rush you were feeling is gone, too, and you just want to crawl in a hole for him. Noticing this, Vanessa does her best to act like a good sport. She even reminds you guys that Alan only started the night with forty dollars, so it?s not like he lost his shorts. That helps a little, but it?s difficult to stay around longer. You both gather your stuff and say your goodbyes, promising to Facebook one another when you get home.

The rest of the week is okay. You see a lot of what Vegas has to offer, but none of you are really in the mood. Maddie is better but still recovering from her bug. Alan can?t seem to get his mind off the four-of-a-kind that failed. And you harbor a little guilt over allowing Venessa to seduce you. You still think Alan wouldn?t be upset about it, but you can?t bear to tell him now, especially since his source of temporary depression is directly related to her. Your free trip barely turns out to be worth the price.

The End