Raise The Stakes

"Ante up," the demon challenged...and Lois did.

With both hands, Lois pushed all the chips emblazoned with tits, ass, and lips to the center of the table—along with the chips for her mouth, asshole, and cunt. Everything except the souls and her eggs. The reporter's heart thumped in her chest as the thrill of what she was committing to hit her.

I've put my body on the line, she realized. Now let's see what Blaze will do to match it...

The demon's eyes didn't widen, her face never left the perfect mask of her poker face...but Lois noticed that she grew very still as she surveyed the bet before her.

"Are you sure you can afford to lose all that?" The shemale asked.

"Are you sure you can match it?" Lois answered.

"Hmm. Well, to begin..." Blaze pushed a handful of chips forward. Lois saw stacks of chips emblazoned with breasts, buttocks, lips, hips...the demon's body on the line. It wasn't quite as big a pile of chips, compared to Lois' own. The hand tapped against a stack representing the demon's cock...but then slipped forward one of the soul-chips.

The reporter swallowed, and nodded. It seemed an even bet. Blaze didn't smile, face carefully neutral as she dealt the cards.

Lois: A♣ 6♣ K♣ 7♥ 9♥

Not even a pair. Lois mulled over her options. Keeping the three clubs and hoping for a flush was bad math; her best option was to hold the Ace-King, hope for a pair. The reporter dickered for a moment, then discarded the hearts.

Who dares wins, she told herself. Blaze, she noticed, discarded three cards, keeping only a pair.

Careful to keep her hands from shaking, Lois picked up her new cards...and felt her heart sink.

Lois: A♣ 6♣ K♣ 4♣ 9♦

A whole lot of nothing. Ace-King high. Even a pair of deuces would beat that.

Lois mulled over her options. If she checked, Blaze might know that the reporter had a weak hand—but if Lois bluffed bet big, then the demon might think she had a strong hand and not fold rather than lose more chips.

On the other hand...if I lose, then I lose everything I bet.

The careful rumination was broken by a word from her opponent.

"Your bet." The demon stared straight at the reporter. "Want to make it interesting?"

"How's that?" Lois hedged.

Blaze nodded her chin, and the reporter looked down at a new pile of chips next to her hand...ten circles of pink marble, emblazoned with the image of a brain.

"Table stakes," Blaze said. "Include...intelligence. You almost have the body of a bimbo, Lois. I'd like my fuckpuppet to have the mind of one as well." The demon leaned a little across the table, her much-reduced tits hanging over the felt. "Of course, if you have a good hand, there's nothing to lose...is there?"

Lois admired the brilliance of the play. If she didn't bet, then Blaze knew that the reporter had a weak hand...but if she did bet on a weak hand, she ran the danger of being an empty-headed cock-socket. For a woman that prided herself on her intellect, that was very nearly a fate worse than ****.