Lois Bets Her Brain

I have to act fast, Lois knew. If I hesitate, it shows I have a weak hand. If she figures out I'm bluffing, I'll lose everything. My tits, my ass...all of it.

Her hand didn't tremble as she place it on the stack of brain chips, heart pounding away like mad. She could tell that she had broken into a sweat, palms and underarms already damp and slippery, and hoped Blaze couldn't see it. With a glance, she counted the chips: twelve.

Do those represent a percentage of intelligence, or IQ points or...I don't know. It's like the breast chips. I don't know how many I can safely lose...hell, I don't want to lose any of them! But if I don't risk it...I'll lose it all anyway.

With a breezy confidence, Lois pushed half the chips forward into the pile. "Bet six." she told the demon.

Now it was Lois' turn to scrutinize her opponent. Was Blaze just goading her into betting more, or trying to bluff her way out of a bad hand? The demon hesitated, staring at the pile of chips in the middle of the table. Lois noticed that a stack of pink chips had appeared at Blaze's left hand—twelve in total.

"Call," the shemale said after a moment, pushing six chips into the middle...and then she broke the poker face mask, just a little, to raise an eyebrow. "And raise two."

Lois felt a chill run through her body. This was it—either Blaze was so confident in her cards that she wanted to take the reporter for all she was worth, or a last **** attempt to buy her way out of a bluff.

If it was the former...if Blaze was really sure of what she had...then why didn't she go all in? Lois asked herself, but she already knew the answer: Because then I would know, maybe back out, play it safe...or because when she lost, she would lose everything.

The reporter balanced the possibilities. She didn't know what would happen if she lost, except that she would be flat-chested, flat-assed, and only have a third of her intelligence going forward...but if she won, it would be Blaze who would be sitting across from her titless, a drooling, skinny bimbo. Easy pickings to get the last soul chip, to rescue those missing women.

She suppressed a shudder of excitement. Lois loved the thrill of a game, and she had never played one with stakes like this. Anything could happen in the next few moments, everything was on the line. A part of her wanted to rub her pussy right here and now, another part wanted to vomit. Fear and arousal were tying her stomach in knots, her body's flight-fight-or-fuck response kicked into overdrive, the adrenaline high of knowing in the next moment one of them would be a drooling bimbo was exciting in a way that Lois had never known.

Lois shoved two brain chips forward.

"Call. Let's see your cards."