Next Round!

I won the game of Texas Hold'Em when we actually played for money...that means that soon enough I should win a round of this game, right? "Game on, bitches!" I once more mumble out, a little louder than I thought, mainly because the **** was really starting to hit my system with much ****, making my brain think it was thinking words but instead I was actually saying them. I heard a giggle from the left of me. Screw you Danielle and Megan I remember thinking to myself.

"Okay ladies, here we go!" The dealer begins, shuffling the cards a few times before he starts to deal them out between the five of us.

After all of us have our cards, I look at mine. God dammit! A two of hearts and a seven of clubs. This is without a doubt one of the worst hands you can get. Doesn't look like I"m winning this. I just roll my eyes, clearly annoying that the luck of the draw isn't going my way.

The round ends easily, once again I lose and once again, Megan wins.

"Oh yeah!" Megan smirks, looking around the group "I'm thinking....who do I want to do a dare..." she looks around the group, her eyes eventually stopping at Isabella. "Hey Isabella..." she asks.

"Yeah?" she responds.

"What do you think if I make Brooke do a dare?" the stupid smirk on her face as she tilts her head my direction. I wanted to wrap my hands around her neck and rip it off her body. God dammit!

"You fucking bitch!" I reply instantly after I hear my name. The rest of the group begins to laugh out loud at my expense, the other four just having a great time torturing me...or at least making me have to do dare after dare after dare. "What the hell you guys, stop picking on me!!!"

"I'm going to say the same one Grace just did! Brooke, flash your tits to the bartender." Megan smiles "Or finish your new drink!"

I scrunched my lips together, my eyes glared at Megan as I shook my head back and forth. I was mad. All four of them are ganging up on my and forcing me to do dare after dare. Maybe they think since I'm with Noah that I won't do anything this risky but ya know, screw them. "Fine! Fuck it!" I laugh as my hands go down to my black one-shoulder crepe dress. I pull the one strap down across my chest, allowing my bra-less tits to pop out of the dress. My 34C breasts plop out of the top of my dress, showcasing themselves in perfect vision of our dealer, showing my perky tits to our dealer!

Now that I actually look at him...He is somewhat attractive...He is pretty good looking...Wow.

I can't help but take a second glance, my eyes moving across his body. His short buzzed hair that was spiked at the time, his muscular arms with his toned pecs, his tight suit formed like a new set of skin across his body. I couldn't help but lick my lips as I held my tits out, watching him ogle my exposed chest for the next few seconds.

I don't know why I did it but I started to shimmy my chest back and forth, allowing my boobs to shake back and forth the viewers "Enjoying it?!" I tease.

So many cheers and "woos" were going on from my friends as I continues to shake my tits at this dealer, enjoying my first night in Vegas and having a great time with my friends.

It isn't long before I pull the single strap of my dress back up, covering my exposed breasts "Okay okay, next round. But please! Please!" I beg "Stop picking on me!" I say aloud, trying my best to serious.