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"Do you call?" the dealer asks while the woman in the baseball cap looks at you sideways. You glance at the pile of chips in the center of the table and although you have more than enough chips to call the raise, you pause. Without the magic ring that grants you luck activated, you only have a pair of 4s in your hand.

"I can't tell if you're thinking or just distracted by the whore under the table," the woman in the baseball cap says with a grin.

You inhale as you feel Irina react to the comment, clamping her teeth onto your cock before releasing it, luckily not causing you any harm. You reach under the table to caress her head, trying to soothe her, and she stops sucking on your cock, kneeling silently on the floor.

"I'm John, by the way," you respond.

"Dina." You finally have a name for the woman in the baseball cap. "Call or fold? Come on, I don't have all night to wait for you to blow your load in the whore's mouth."

"Call," you say calmly, but you don't push your chips into the pile. That causes Dina to arch her eyebrows accusingly, and you crack a smile. "But not with chips. Irina."

"What?!" a surprised Irina utters from under the table.

You look under the table. "You're mine for the night. I can do with you what I want, and that includes using you as a wager, just like your husband did," you explain. Irina doesn't respond, not able to refute the logic of your argument. You then turn to Dina, who had also peered under the table. Her face is red when she looks up to meet your eyes.