Lois Bets Her Pussy

Lois resumed her seat opposite the demon Blaze. She could still taste cock in her mouth, salty and a little earthy, as skin always is. Her cheeks burned, not with shame but...frustration. Blaze hadn't finished. The demon was saving herself.

"What shall we play for?" The scarlet shemale said as she shuffled the cards. "Your mouth again? You seemed to enjoy that."

The reporter stiffened her spine. Time to ante up.

She slid a chip forward. On the face of it, her pussy gleamed wetly.

Blaze raised both eyebrows. Lois could see her cock, still hard and wet, just cresting the level of the green felt, twitch.

Got you. The reporter thought. I know what you really want.

"You know what is at stake?" Blaze spoke, as she set the deck of cards down and reached for one of the soul-chips on her side of the table.

"I don't plan to lose." Lois **** confidence into her voice, even as her heart beat faster.

"A woman after my own heart," the demon whispered, as she pushed the chip for Diana Reynolds to the center of the table.

The demon dealt the cards, red fingers flicking fast. Lois' eyes tracked them, the familiar surge of excitement flowing through her—the adrenaline rush of high-stakes play—and, if she was honest with herself a tingle of sexual excitement in her groin as well. She was literally putting her body on the line.

One card down, for each of them. Then, one card up. They peeked at their face-down cards very swiftly.

Lois: 5♥ (5♠)

Blaze: A♥ (?)

The reporter licked her lips. Blaze's ace alone beat her. She couldn't win by staying. There was no other option, but...

"Hit me."

Face carefully blank, Blaze lifted up the top card and dealt it face up.

Lois: 9♥ 5♥ (5♠)

Blaze: A♥ (?)

Nineteen. Now it was the reporter's turn to keep her face blank. The odds of getting a deuce or an ace were low...drawing another card would make her go bust. That meant the game was on Blaze now—if she was confident in what she had, she'd hold. If not, she'd have to take another card...except if she had a high pair, she'd be as anxious about hitting as Lois was.

Tensions gathered in the air.

Blaze took a deep breath, and stared across the table, looking Lois straight in the eyes.

"Dealer holds. Show your cards."

Lois' heart caught in her throat. She was showing fourteen...and Blaze had an ace. This could be close...