Look in town

When you wake up the next morning, you decide to have look around town. Maybe someone will have a job for you. After a few hours of asking around it becomes clear to you that getting a part time job is out of the question. Viridian City isn’t exactly a huge town, so it really doesn’t surprise you. You sit down on a curb and think. You could go on a mad hunt for Pokémon trainer and hope to beat them and take their cash. That plan, you conclude, is just as likely to leave you with a sore butt again as it is off making you any money. **** you scan your surroundings for inspiration, and there on a wall you see what looks like an advert. You get up and take a closer look, it’s nothing special just a plain piece of paper on which written: “Come join our local poker nights every Wednesday starting at 6pm.” Checking your phone, you verify that is indeed Wednesday today you consider the option. Under normal circumstances, you would never even consider gambling, but you are in a bind and you need the cash. Seeing no other option you make you decide to attend this evening.

You head for the outskirts of town to train your Pokémon. You make sure to keep an eye on the clock, to make sure you don’t miss the poker game. You again manage to get some good training for Mr. Bubbles, even more for your new Rattata that you have yet to name. By the end of the day you begin to notice that Mr. Bubbles is getting less and less experience from the fight, clearly there is only so much one can gain from stomping Rattatas. At around 5 pm you head home to the bed and breakfast. You shower and shine up a bit, it’s not like it’s a formal event, but your normal trainer outfit won’t do either. Even when you try to look pretty you still end up dressing like what some people would call tomboyish, but you prefer to call it practical. That is to say you are dressed in a pair of jeans, these are a lot tighter than the ones you usually wear, and a plain white t-shirt and a vest. You forgo your cap, but still keep your hair up in its usual ponytail.

Once you are sufficiently pretty for your own liking, you head out to find the address for the ad. You walk around town for a bit before you find it. You rather expected the place to be some sleazy bar or run down casino, but what you find looks to be an average suburban home. In fact you pass it a couple of times thinking that it can’t be the right place. Eventually you conclude that you have the right place, and decide to head in. you decision is partially spurred on by the fact it’s almost 6 pm. and you can’t push it any further. You knock on the door… No reply, for a second you consider leaving, but you remember your circumstances and realize you really don’t have an option. You knock again, a little harder this time. You can hear conversation and occasional laughter from inside so someone is clearly home. You give it one last shot, this time you almost bloody your knuckles with how hard you knock. The door is yanked open by a man in his late thirties early forties. “Listen Janet if it’s about the noise again… “ he drifts off as he sees you. “Sorry I thought it was someone else,” he says in an apologetic tone. “I gathered that you say,” in your best disarming voice and with a slight smile. “So what can I do for you?” he asks somewhat awkwardly scratching the back of his head and smiling back at you. “Umm right sorry,” you begin “am I correct in my understanding that there is going to be a poker game here tonight?” you finish again, your voice betraying your slight worry that is might not be the right place after all. “Yes, yes sorry of course come right in” the man says and steps aside letting you in.

Once inside he leads you down a hall and into his living room. There at a round table sits three other men. They perk up when they see you come in together with the host. “And who might you be” one of them asks, looking at you with a sly smile. “Hi I’m Sky I was hoping to sit in on tonight’s game” you reply somewhat sheepishly. “Hi Sky, I’m Jacob, to my right here is James” James gives you a little nod, “continuing around the table we have Daniel and finally Sven” he finishes. You turn to the host expectantly. He stumbles over himself “of course, sorry my name is Eric” he blurts out and offers you his hand. All the guys look to be around the same age as Eric, except Jacob who seems slightly younger. Seemingly have a new player, the other make room for you and invite you to sit, and you quickly learn that they have been doing this for almost a year. You start to worry not only have you played very little poker, but these guys know each other which mean they likely know each other’s tells. You are quickly given an intro to the game to make sure; you are all on the same page regarding the rules. Then the game is off.

The first few hands are rather uneventful as no one makes any big raises, but since you don’t win any of them you are already down from when you started just from the antes. You begin to wonder whether coming here was a bad idea. Your doubts are quickly dashed however, as you win the next three hands with sizeable bets going to you. After the tenth, hand a break is called, you are sitting pretty in a stack of cash approximately three times the size of what you arrived with. Feeling quite confident you are eager to get started again. After just a few more hands, Sven is wiped out and he heads home in frustration. Sadly you too aren’t doing so hot, you are still up compared to when you arrived, but the pile you were sitting on at the break has been drastically reduced.

When the next break is called, you are just below what you arrived with. You again wonder if it was a bad idea to come here. Things don’t get any better after the break as slowly edge towards bankruptcy. Finally you get a great hand and decide your only hope for making it out of here with any cash at all is to bet big, of course you’ll have to lure the others in. At the final round of betting you go all in with a satisfied smile. No way one can beat your straight flush, Daniel and Jacob both fold, luckily James and Eric don’t. The pot is huge and its yours for the taking. You confidently reveal your straight flush with a grin. James throws his cards in frustration, four tens, not bad but not good enough you thing. James leaves like Sven before him. As you go to scrape the pot to you, Eric interrupts you by revealing his hand. A royal flush! You fall back in your chair speechless, not only did not you make any money tonight, now you can’t afford to pay your tab at the bed and breakfast.

Eric takes the pot and cards are dealt to the remaining players, but before they can start playing you plead with them. “Please I really need the money. That was all I had” You plead. “You shouldn’t gamble with money you can’t afford to lose” Eric says dismissively. “Please, can’t I just play one more hand?” you ask **** for a way to make your money back. “And how would that work? You just get to raise all you want since you have nothing to lose, no can do” Eric again shoots you down. Your gaze falls on James and Jacob, both still have a sizable poll of winnings but nothing compared to Eric after last round. Both Meet your gaze but seemingly aren’t swayed by your puppy dog eyes, or are unwilling to speak up against Eric.

That is until Jacob speaks up, “I have an idea hear me out” you look at Jacob happily. “Since you have no more money to bet,” he started hesitantly, “how about we exchange your cloths for chips?” You are dumbstruck; he was suggesting that so long as you were out of cash you would essentially be playing strip poker. “To clarify we agree on the value of each item of clothing, we buy it off you so you can play, once you have enough, you have to buy it back for the same price we paid for it” Seeing no other way out of this mess you agree to the terms.

Now the real game is on. You sell your shoes and vest for a decent stack of chips, and get playing. It isn’t long before you are **** to sell your socks as well to keep up with the bids. The prospect of seeing you naked is seemingly driving the other players to bet more aggressively than ever. This foolhardiness is playing right into your hand as you are yet again are sitting with a decent hand. By the time the betting is finally, the only clothing you have left is your jeans, panties and bra. You win the round big. Your earning are dampened a little by having to buy your clothing back, but you still end up sitting with a nice stack of chips. The evening goes on and Jacob is whipped out, his aggressive betting in hopes of forcing you to drop your cloths leaves him exposed to Eric. James too, is soon wiped out and you are left sitting alone with Eric.

You play on and seeming even Eric is not thinking straight as you start taking chips off his considerable stack hand after hand. Right as you are starting to feel confident, your luck changes again and you start an epic losing spree, yet again you are **** to “sell” your clothing. This time however you don’t win a big upset and instead have to sell clothes you thus far have not taken off. It isn’t long before you are left naked on the chair. Eric gets up seeming satisfied with having taken you for all you are worth and a little more. Thinking fast you stop him and ask for a sheet of paper and a pen, he looks at you confused but obliges. In the corner on the paper you write “Hand job” you rip it off and show it to him. “You can buy this of me now that I have no more clothes” you say trying to sound confident, but failing miserably. He looks at the paper then back and you, “are you sure about this?” he asks. You nod too nervous to speak. Eric sits back down and deals a new hand to you both. Seven hands later and you are sitting with half your cloths back on and with a small stack of paper with all sorts of sexual favors written on them. The latest reads “Vaginal intercourse” you dread what you will have to offer once past that point.

“Anal” you write on the paper before tearing it from the sheet and tossing it to Eric. You lose the hand. You are out of ideas, it’s not like you are very experienced when it comes to sex. Finally you simply write “Whatever you want” you show it Eric and tell him that it is the last thing you have to offer and expect a decent price for it. Eric again obliges you and pays you handsomely for what is left of your dignity. Sadly the even the price of your dignity is not enough to save you and soon you are yet again wiped out. Eric takes you by the hand and leads you to his bedroom.