Undercover Poker Party, Part 8

There was a small round of clapping over at Marc’s table, pulling Sinead and Siobhan’s attention.

“Looks like your man just won a good hand,” Siobhan said, flashing a grin at Sinead.

She was probably right; Sinead could see Marc smiling and nodding his acceptance at some sort of smart play he’d made. No one was standing up and leaving the table, so he must not have knocked someone out, which Sinead was thankful for - she already felt like she was sticking out too much.

“Someone’s getting lucky tonight,” Destiny said. She was a gorgeous woman of Pakistani descent and one of the two escorts who had eventually come over to join Sinead and Siobhan at the bar. The woman was wearing a dress that looked like she must have been sewn into it, and the telltale bumps of nipple piercings fronted the considerable expanse of warm, brown cleavage she was showing off.

“Aw, she’s blushing,” Spirit chuckled. “Leave Sinead alone.” The other escort, and friend of Destiny, was a leggy blonde with a similar sized chest though hers were definitely ‘aftermarket.’

“Funny,” Siobhan said, flashing the ladies a playful smile. “I thought it was you two who would be getting lucky.”

“Not me,” Spirit sighed with a little roll of her eyes. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, Cornelius is a fun time. He takes me out to nice dinners, buys me nice things, etcetera. But the sex? When it happens, which is only sometimes, it isn’t exactly ‘getting lucky.’” Spirit was the companion for a businessman who looked to be in his mid-sixties, so Sinead was a little surprised that sex wasn’t on the man’s mind more often with a pair of legs and tits like Spirit was walking around with.

“I’ll be getting a proper dicking tonight,” Destiny smirked. She’d pretended to be circumspect, but Spirit had spilt that she was there with the Mayor’s Aide so Destiny wasn’t trying to hide it so much any more. “Not that I’d call it ‘getting lucky’ either.”

“A woman like you deserves to get lucky,” Siobhan said, still tipsy. “Honestly, you two - you’re fuckin’ hot.”

The two escorts grinned at the earnest compliment and preened a little. They’d originally come over slightly tentatively, not because they were shy or nervous but rather because they’d been getting the cold shoulder from some of the other women in the room. Apparently, models and Instagram influencers felt like there was some sort of social distinction between them and actual escorts - the way Sinead saw it, most of the ‘models’ were getting paid to be there as well so there really wasn’t all that much of a difference.

The reality of the situation overall, as the conversation went on, was that Sinead was having fun. Part of her, the part that wanted to be grinding away on a case, was whispering that she should be trying to build more connections with Destiny and Spirit - they were technically criminals. She could flip them to be CIs. They could inform on their clients, or whatever organisation they worked for (if they did.) Strippers and escorts could learn things that girlfriends and wives often couldn’t.

But… it just didn’t fit at the moment. Sinead wondered if it was something to do with her undercover persona she was putting on, or the fact that she genuinely found herself just liking the energy the two of them gave off. A little snarky, a little sweet, and funny - talking with them and Siobhan felt a lot like talking with Jules.

“Oh, there goes another one,” Sinead said, changing the conversation again as she nodded towards the table where Destiny’s client was playing. Andrea Stanhope was playing at the same table, and as the man stood up he seemed to be grimacing in the younger woman’s direction. One of the Native players was also talking loudly, almost aggressively, at the dealer. Rachel, the blonde host, didn’t quite rush over but definitely made a beeline for the table to start smoothing things over.

“God, I wish they could keep the testosterone to a low simmer,” Spirit said, rolling her eyes.

“What, and admit that women are better than them at games that involve skill?” Siobhan asked with a grin. “I’d bet both of you could fleece the pants off of any of them.”

Destiny and Spirit both preened again at the compliment and didn’t argue. Then they ordered a round of shots, and Sinead found herself swept back into the drinking.

She wasn’t tipsy, she just wasn’t entirely graceful at the moment. At least, that’s what Sinead told herself as she threaded her way through the poker room. The official break time had been called, and there were fourteen players still standing.

Marc met her halfway between the bar and the table. “Ma petite rebelle,” he said, and she almost got lost in his accent for a moment. “I could have come to you.”

Sinead rolled her eyes. “I actually need to talk to your fellow player,” she said. “Though, now that you mention it, didn’t I say I could handle that douche?”

He gave her a look. “And did I not say that you shouldn’t need to?” he pointed out. She had actually forgotten that, and him reminding her made her feel that same little warm rush of something. It was an ephemeral feeling, not quite butterflies in her stomach, not quite getting horny, but definitely something like it. “Now, who do you need to talk to?”

“Siobhan’s boyfriend,” Sinead said, then realised she needed to clarify. “The hockey player.”

“Ah, well, you missed him in the crowd,” Marc said, nodding back towards the bar. He led her through the conversation groups that had formed and they found the hockey player at the bar with Siobhan. Destiny and Spirit had drifted off to pay attention to the men that had brought them.

Sinead had been intending to quietly tell Siobhan’s boyfriend that Siobhan was more drunk than she seemed - not that she wanted to tattle on the other woman, but more out of concern for her. Drunk Siobhan was a bit of a flirt and if that Irish asshole came back around Sinead didn’t like the idea of him getting more of a response from the blonde.

“Baby, I’m horny,” Siobhan said. Not quietly.

The hockey player looked at them, a little embarrassed but with just a hint of playful pride that his smoking hot girlfriend was basically begging him for sex.

Guess I don’t need to worry about warning him, Sinead thought to herself with a smirk. She glanced at Marc, who glanced back, and she considered doing the same thing to him. But the look in his eye said if she did it, she’d pay for it, and that scared her a little. In a good way, but still scary enough that she just shook her head and laughed.

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