Highs and Lows [Less boring details of poker hands and no poker card images]

Stacy finds malicious enjoyment in the diligent work of the rude man's tongue on her nether regions as the next hand begins. In it, she finds herself up against Matt.

"Nice hand, by the way." He smiles warmly.

"Thanks." She replies with a smile of her own, the pride she feels now doubly enhanced by the two men worshipping her in different ways.

"I'm Matt." He offers a hand. It feels rude not to shake it.

"Stacy."

Distracted by this new friendly face and the pleasant feeling between her legs, she's only half concentrating when Matt next speaks.

"I would fold if I were you, my hand is really good." Matt teases.

Emboldened by her recent success, she puts too much stock into a weaker hand. Plus, she can't being herself to concede to Matt's cheeky challenge. She feels like she wants to continue to show strength, not fear and uncertainty. She ends up losing a lot of chips to him.

"You look good with cum on your face, sweetie." The big black man chuckles.

Stacy frowns. It seems that it has not gone unnoticed that the face of the woman receiving a cumshot to the lips, nose and cheek on one of the cards on the table is her own.

"Eat a dick." Stacy shoots back.

"You're the one that'll be eating a dick soon enough, Missy." He retorts.

"In your dreams, buster." Stacy snarls.

The man shrugs. "This is my dream."

Damn. Stacy doesn't have a good response to that, and feels like she 'lost' the exchange.

Reactions are mixed to her lacklustre card playing and trash talk - the rest of the men raise their eyebrows and one even makes a disgusted sound when they see her weak hand, but Matt just smiles politely and says "Nice hand."

Stacy decides she definitely likes Matt the most, despite him just taking a decent chunk of her chips.

Before the cards are taken away, Stacy steals a better glance at Matt's hand. The two images are of the same woman. In one she's riding a man's dick, and in another she's toying with cum on her lips. But the images aren't of Stacy. So what gives?

It only takes looking up for a moment for Stacy to understand. The woman in the photos is sitting on the table across from her. It's definitely her. So that must mean that all the cards are generated using the likenesses of the players. The men in the images are probably based on some of the men here. She scans the tables, and manages to spot the guy getting the double oral action in the Ten of Spades. Okay, so it is sort of fair. There's just not many women to go round, so they appear more often on the cards. Still degrading, but somewhat more acceptable than when she thought she was being targeted specifically.

From here on, Matt doesn't get involved in the next few hands, but Stacy finds herself getting stuck into each one. Perhaps the growing joyful sensations in her cunt are making her feel dominant or something.

Each time, she's against only one other player, and all the rest are scared to join. What cowards. She wins a couple and loses a couple, but frustratingly the losses are bigger than the wins. She counts her chips and finds that she still has more than she started with. So overall, she's still doing well. She tries to keep her mind focused on that fact.

The sense of achievement is reinforced when she instructs Krzysztof to focus on her clit, and he successfully brings her to a very wet and not entirely quiet climax. The men at the table all visibly enjoy her erotic interruption, and to her surprise, Stacy finds that she doesn't really mind the voyeurism. Perhaps she's too aroused, or perhaps Amelia's advice of just not thinking too hard and letting loose of normal social convention in this place is beginning to sink in. She smiles shyly and wiggles her eyes at the table as she comes down from her orgasmic high.

"I didn't stay stop, ****." Stacy warns her subdued man, who emits only a very tiny grunt of complaint before continuing his tongue work. Serves him right for being such a jerk. Also she expects that he wouldn't be treating her any better if she was the one under the table.

Matt strikes again a short while later. Stacy finds herself in a hand against him where she has a pair of eights.

Doing her best to ignore the image of her pumping cum out of a dick into her mouth on the Eight of Diamonds, and happy to have found a pair, which is better than what she's had for the last couple of hands, she excitedly ends up going all in against Matt, who quickly shows that he has a much better hand with three Kings.

"...what?" Stacy says in disbelief.

She's so stunned by the hand in front of her eyes that the croupier has to turn over her cards for her.

"Matthew wins the hand. Krzysztof, you are free now. You got a 10/10 satisfaction rating. Good job."

Krzysztof emerges from the table, a nasty sneer back on his face.

"Thank god. That bitch's cunt tastes like [plmrdu]" Krzysztof spits, the final word being some foreign word she doesn't hear properly or know what it means.

"Damn, lucky git! Why couldn't it be me who gets to felt the fish." The big black man complains out loud to nobody in particular.

Their remarks are unimportant. All that matters is this crushing feeling of sudden defeat.

"Stacy, you are out, and will now need to orally service Matthew until he is eliminated or eliminates another woman. Since this is your first time, I'll explain. The Casino will automatically rate you between 0 and 10 depending on the quality of your oral performance and the completeness of your subservience. Each point you score below 10 loses you one buy-in. So in this case, 300 Conversion Points. Now, get to work. The Casino's assessment has already begun. Any hesitation will count against you."

Stacy looks into Matt's eyes, a dismayed pout written on her face. Matt just smirks back.

"Whenever you're ready, babe. Make it nice and slow. You're going to be down there a while."