The game begins

Everyone now present, Bill pulled out a case of chips and everyone began buying in. Tom was surprised to see them all buy in for several thousand dollars, assuming Bill wouldn’t have that much money to spare. The chips distributed the game began.

The men seemed like pretty experienced players, and with a decent amount of money on the line they were playing carefully. With all their concentration on the table, Tom saw Emily once again getting bored. She looked around the corners of the room blankly, the action at the table appearing not to interest her. She looked delighted when Trigger asked her for another beer. She practically skipped the whole way as she took his empty bottle and quickly returned with a full one. She came to a stop beside him and Tom saw his hand reach behind her as she handed him the beer.

“Cheers,” he said, as Emily stood beside him, her butt being jiggled by his hand. She briefly closed her eyes, her mouth parting slightly. She opened them again to catch Rob looking at her with a smirk. She looked down abashedly and stepped back from the table.

It was only a couple more rounds before Rob was holding up his glass. “Another drink thanks honey,” he said, looking at Emily. She quickly strode over to grab his glass, apparently at the resonant frequency of her tits, as they appeared to almost bounce out of her bra to Tom. She grabbed Rob’s glass, and refilled it in the kitchen before returning. This time Rob slid his hand straight up the inside of her thigh and cupped her pussy between her thick thighs. Even Tom heard her squeak over the video feed. Yet she took a good couple seconds, his hand jiggling her thigh as it massaged her pussy from behind the whole time, before she stepped away.

Tom didn’t like the fact that some stranger was already getting his hands on Emily’s pussy, but he also didn’t want to call an end to the night so early. Also, he had to admit the jealousy and worry welling up inside of him and causing his heart to ache was also making his dick throb. He decided that it was fine as long as Emily kept her clothes on. Tom was sure Bill wouldn’t let things go too far while he was watching on the camera.

As Emily walked past the camera Tom could see her nipples tenting her top. He saw her take a few deep breaths once she’d resumed her position near the kitchen. She squirmed every now and then as the next few hands played out, rubbing her thighs together.

Bill was the next to ask for a refill, and Emily happily skipped into the kitchen to refill his rum and coke. She seemed disappointed when all she got was a “Thanks bitch,” as Bill took the drink, instead staying focused on the current hand. She stood with a sullen look on her face after that.

Even Rob finishing his drink and asking for a refill a couple of rounds later didn’t seem to fully lift her spirits, though it did wipe the frown from her face as she caught herself and replaced it with a pleasant smile. When she returned with his refilled drink she bent over as she handed it to him, presenting her tits right by his face.

”Thanks slut,” he said as he grabbed one of her breasts in his hand and lifted it up and jiggled it. “Oh my god, they’re fucking all natural, I though for sure a dumb cunt like you would have to have had them enlarged!” Tom noticed that Emily had been glancing over at Bill, as if to try and gauge his reaction. He however seemed more interested in the cards in front of him. Rob then gave her nipple a sharp squeeze, causing her to give a short moan. This made Bill look up and scowl slightly. Emily stepped away from Rob, who gave her a parting slap on the ass. She walked around the table and headed into the kitchen, a slight smile on her face.

Tom looked on, his heart pounding. She was supposed to be doing all of this to tease him and make him feel jealous, yet right now she seemed more focussed on Bill! She hadn’t looked at the camera once since the start of the game, yet here she was trying to get Bill's attention after he hadn’t freaking molested her enough when she’d last served him!

Emily walked out from the kitchen carrying a bowl of chips. She strode over to the space next to Bill, her hips swinging and her tits bouncing. Even Clive, who still hadn’t shown too much interest in her, watched her as she strutted. She bent over the table, letting everyone, including Tom as she was facing the camera, look straight down her top. She put the bowl of chips down and fussed with the other ones, gathering up the empty ones.

“Good girl,” Bill said in a patronising tone, reaching out and pinching her nipple and rolling it between his finger and thumb. He let go and she stood back up and carried the empty bowl back to the kitchen, trying to hide the grin on her face.

Trigger was the next to finish his drink, but he only gave Emily’s tits an awkward grope as she handed him his beer.

Rob finished his third drink for the night only two rounds later, and Tom wondered how strong Emily was making the drinks. She’d never drunk **** herself, and so was probably mixing them a little on the strong side. He grew worried about what sort of liberties he’d start taking with Emily if he got drunk. However the worry seemed to only make his cock harder.