Lois Does Not Cheat

The reporter shuffled the cards. Blaze's threat might have been empty or serious; it didn't really matter. Lois had no intention of cheating. She just wanted to win.

She dealt the cards.

Lois: 2♥ 10♦ 5♦ 3♥ Q♣

A hand full of nothing, the reporter thought. In another life, she would have tried to bluffed—but there wasn't much point when there was no bet. It was all about who had the best hand. She considered for a moment her options: hold the 2-3-5 as the guts of a straight, or the 10-Queen and hope for a pair. The latter was the smart move, so she set the low cards aside.

Blaze kept a pair, too. The demon was pensive...not sweating, but somehow taut, her spine straight, the nearly purple cockhead wobbling gently at the end of the table. The reporter knew that there was a great deal riding on this. If Lois won, she would be free...and if Blaze won, she would fuck Lois tonight, and perhaps every night for the rest of her life.

Lois: 9♠ 10♦ 7♥ 9♣ Q♣

The reporter let out a little sigh as she saw her cards. A pair of nines, queen high. Not the best hand, but it was the hand that she had been dealt...

In fact, the hand that I dealt myself, Lois thought to herself.

"No confidence in your hand?" Blaze said.

Lois looked across the table at the demon. She hadn't revealed her cards yet either. Lois wondered how worried she was about losing to the reporter.

The scarlet succubus leaned forward a little.

"What if I offered you a deal?"

"I thought we already had one."

"Until we show our cards, the game isn't over," Blaze said. "If one of us were to fold...the other would win automatically."

"You want me to fold," Lois said.

"If you fold, I'll fuck your ass instead of your pussy," the demon said.

"Not much of a deal."

"Think about it. Every time I stick my cock up that cunt and cum—and I will cum, don't doubt it—you run the risk of getting knocked up. Now if you want to take that risk, go ahead and show your cards. But if you want to play it safe—fold, and I'll fuck your ass instead of your pussy."

The reporter chewed on the idea. Blaze was obviously **** because she thought she was going to lose—but that didn't take away from the fact that Lois didn't have a particularly good hand. If her hand was better and she won, she was free—but if it was worse, she was going to get fucked and possibly impregnated. Folding would, in that case, be preferable to losing.

"Would that deal extend to the rest of our games from here on out?" Lois asked, more to stall for time than anything.

"Certainly," the demon said.

Lois looked at her cards one more time. Pair of nines, queen high. Did she really want to bet her pussy on that?