Four of a Kind

A few doors away from the living room, four women sit at a table in what appears to be some sort of game room. From the walls to the lighting to the table itself, the entire room looks like it was designed to resemble a miniature casino. There are even poker chips stacked up on each corner of the table. The women are all sitting apart from one another, with each one having a couple of playing cards laying face down in front of them. The room in mostly silent as they all exchange glances with one another.

With so many eyes on her, the small brunette sitting on the far end starts to become anxious. In an attempt to calm herself down, she begins to softly hum to herself. As the notes travel across the room, the other women start to feel themselves drifting away to the pleasant music.

"Uh... Noelle? Can you stop humming? You're making it difficult to concentrate..." Chelsea, the other brunette at the table, manages to say despite the fog creeping into her mind.

"Huh? Ah! Désolé! Désolé! Er... I mean, I apologize!" Noelle squeaks out in a delicate French accent. It's clear from her tone that's she's panicking a little. "I did not mean to cause any problems. It's just something I do whenever I get nervous..."

"It's okay," Chelsea assures Noelle with a smile. "There's nothing to worry about. It's just that it can be a bit hard to focus when you start making music, on account of your... you know... little gift."

"Déso- Sorry. I'll try to by quiet," Noelle shrinks down into her seat.

"Chill out, girl," someone else suddenly joins in the conversation. Noelle looks to her left and sees the large, imposing redhead sitting next to her. After a moment, Mona continues, "You don't need to shut up or anything. Just cool it on the singing so we can keep playing. It's not like you can't still talk."

"I... I'm not really much of a talker. I feel much more comfortable up on stage performing than I do talking to people," Noelle explains.

"Same!" Chelsea agrees excitedly. "Well, about the performing thing, not the talking thing. I love talking to people. But anyway, isn't being on stage just the best? There's nothing quite like hearing the roar of the crowd after a dazzling act!"

"Uh... I don't think you two have quite the same idea of what a performance looks like..." Mona points out to Chelsea.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Not many people can match the level of exhilaration present during a performance by the Amazing Lady Presto!" Chelsea says proudly as she places a hand on the brim of her top hat. She then emphasizes her point by tossing her hat into the air, causing it to flip before she catches it and puts it back on in one swift motion.

"That's... not exactly what I meant, but sure..." Mona mumbles.

The muscular woman looks over at the seat next to her and her face morphs into one of **** irritation. She watches as the well-endowed blonde woman beside her holds up her phone to snap a selfie. She sticks her tongue out for the camera and leans forward to accentuate her deep cleavage.

"Would you cut that out? We're in the middle of something," Mona remarks with a bit of a bite.

"No way. As a social media influencer, it's very important I keep all my fans up-to-date on everything going on in my life. How will they be able to survive if I don't post a cute pic or vid every now and then?" Sabrina explains in a very condescending tone.

"Nobody cares about what's going on in your life, sweetheart," Mona replies.

"Tell that to my millions of followers. Just because you don't take your career seriously doesn't mean other people can just take breaks whenever they want. Some of us are important."

"What the hell did you just say to me?" Mona begins to raise her voice.

Sabrina and Mona glare at each other. Sabrina does her best to remain stoic, but finds it difficult to hide her fear when Mona places her toned arms onto the table and stands up. Still, the nasty look on her face never vanishes as she stares at the giant woman in front of her. Meanwhile, Noelle seems even more anxious than she was earlier.

"Now, now. Let's all calm down," Chelsea tries to resolve the situation. "This is supposed to be fun. There's no reason to get in a fight over nothing. Can we just go back to what we were doing?"

"Fine. Whatever," Sabrina relents. She quickly finishes her post before putting her phone back down. "What's happening right now, anyway?"

Mona slumps back down in her seat, though she's clearly still not happy.

"I just raised. Now you have to either call or fold," the redhead recaps.

"I... I'm going to go get another drink," Noelle says just barely loud enough for everyone else to hear.

The small girl stands up and grabs the glass sitting in front of her as Sabrina looks over her cards again. She then quickly walks out of the room and towards the kitchen. Chelsea watches with concern before looking back at Mona and Sabrina.

"I'll go check on her. Please try to be good until I get back," she pleads with the two before joining Noelle in the kitchen.

As Chelsea steps into the room, she notices Noelle pouring one of the bottles of wine that Lalita left out for them into her glass. The singer raises the glass to her lips and takes a small sip before letting out a sigh of relief.

"Hey. Are you alright?" Chelsea asks.

"Ah!" Noelle jumps.

"Woah! Sorry! I didn't mean to spook you. I just wanted to make sure you weren't too shaken up," Chelsea says as she cracks a small smile.

"Merci. I appreciate the concern. I get a little stressed when people start to raise their voices, but I'm fine now. It's nothing that a little liquid courage can't fix."

"You know, if you want some courage, I might know a spell that could help you out. It should be pretty simple for the Amazing Lady Presto," Chelsea proclaims while striking an over-the-top pose.

Noelle chuckles at Chelsea's exaggerated display. She then pauses to consider the offer before looking up with a soft smile of her own.

"That's very kind of you, but I think I'd rather try to deal with it on my own. I also would prefer to not be under someone else's spell if I can help it..." Noelle responds.

"I can understand that. We're all much more in the business of mesmerizing than we are being mesmerized," Chelsea laughs. "But seriously, if you ever need anything, just let me know. I'll have your back, I promise."

"Thank you."

The two brunettes nod and enjoy the peaceful moment together before they both decided to head back to their poker game.

As Chelsea steps of the room, Sabrina immediately puts her cards back down and picks up her phone again. Mona quickly shoots her a look as she does so.

"Seriously?" Mona ask.

"What? We can't play until Chelsea and Noelle get back anyway," Sabrina answers.

The influencer begins to scroll through the comments on the post she just made as Mona continues to watch with an annoyed expression. After a few seconds, however, she suddenly gets an idea. She looks over at the door, but doesn't see or hear anyone approaching. She then reaches under the table and begins to shift in her seat slightly, intentionally trying to not draw Sabrina's attention.

A moment later, Mona pushes her chair back and swings her leg around before setting it down on top of the table. Noticing the motion, Sabrina puts her phone down and looks over to see Mona's bare foot is directly in front of her face.

"EEEWWW! What the fuck?! Get your stinky-ass foot out of my fa-..." Sabrina is suddenly cut off as she's hit by the smell of Mona's sweat.

Mona cracks a smug grin as she stares at Sabrina's expressionless face.

"Much better. I'm not usually into foot stuff, but hey, it was all I had to work with at the moment. That being said, I think it's fitting for a bitch like you. Why don't you go ahead and take a nice whiff? And give it a few kisses while you're at it," Mona commands.

The redhead watches in amusement as Sabrina leans in and takes a deep breath, allowing the pheromones to fully take hold over her mind. She then puckers up her lips and begins to kiss up and down the edge of Mona's foot. Mona takes some time to just enjoy the sensation of being worshipped by the woman who was just talking back to her not even minutes ago.

"You can stop now. We probably don't have much time before they come back," Mona points out, causing Sabrina to stop. Mona then stands up and walk behind Sabrina. She reaches around the influencer's back, grabbing a breast in each hand. She pushes them up slightly, as if judging their weight before giving them a squeeze. "Damn. I've gotta admit: you do have a pretty nice pair on you. Now be a good girl and show me what cards you have."

Mona continues to grope Sabrina as the blonde reaches over to her cards and hold them up for Mona to see, the same blank look remaining on her face the entire time. Mona glances over Sabrina's shoulder to see the queen of spades and the 8 of clubs. She then compares those cards to what's already on the table.

"Oh shit. That's a full house. You really don't deserve such a good hand considering how little you're paying attention..." Mona looks back at the door. There's still no sign of Noelle and Chelsea returning, but she knows she doesn't have much time. "Listen carefully, when those two come back in here, you're going to fold. Do you understand?"

"Fold... O... K..." Sabrina repeats in a monotone whisper.

"Alright, that's enough of that," Mona says as she lets go of Sabrina and quickly goes back to her seat. She pulls her sock back on before shoving her foot inside her sneaker on the floor. Once she's done she whispers under her breath, "She wasn't exposed too long, so she should come to before they get back..."

Just as Mona predicted, Sabrina starts to regain consciousness right before Chelsea and Noelle reenter the room. Feeling confident, the Amazon leans back in her chair. Once everyone is seated again, Sabrina looks over her cards again.

"Hmm... I'm gonna fold," she says, much to Mona's pleasure.

Chelsea glances down at her cards and thinks. She idly traces a small circle on the table with her off hand as she tries to read everyone's expression. Eventually, she smiles.

"I'll call," she decides as she puts down a small stack of poker chips.

"I-I'm out," Noelle concedes.

Mona and Chelsea both sit up in their chairs and look at each other. A second later, Mona makes a cocky face as she flips over her cards.

"Straight. Beat that," she says with confidence.

Mona's words only cause the smile on Chelsea's face to grow. She happily lifts up her cards before dropping them down onto the table.

"Boom. Full house. Looks like I win."

"Wait, what?!" Mona nearly shouts, which startles Noelle and Sabrina.

Mona looks across the table at Chelsea's cards. The queen of spades and the 8 of clubs.

"Wait... b-but I thought... how did...?" Mona stutters.

She looks up at Chelsea, who still has a smug look on her face as she drags all the poker chips to her corner. Once she's finished, she locks eyes with Mona and gives a cheeky wink.