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“Give me some of your luck, ma belle rose.”
Issy hissed beside me, giving dagger-eyes at the French billionaire. I had heard that something happened between the two.
“Francois, Anna needs to serve everyone, not just you,” Zera said. I blinked. I had never heard Zera speak so direct to one of the billionaires. Her subservience had evaporated.
“My apologies, Miss Alexandra,” Francois said, letting Anna go.
“Zera didn't even want him here,” Issy muttered to me. “But he's one of Mike's friends.”
“Mike?”
“Mr. Draven,” Issy snorted. “Though Zera's the only one that calls him that.”
Issy's golden leash suddenly jerked. “Yes, Master,” the blonde, curvy gal said as she strode forward.
“I need some of your sweet luck,” Mr. Curtis smiled, pulling his fiancee into his lap. He pushed her bodice down and I had a glimpse of Issy's heavy breasts and what the leash was clipped to. It split into two chains, each one attached to a gold ring that pierced her nipples. I squeezed my thighs together as Mr. Curtis nibbled on her tit.
“It's your bet, Ajax,” Mr. Draven said.
“Call,” Mr. Curtis announced, pulling his face from Issy's breasts and throwing in a chip. Issy looked at me over his head and blinked, clearly not caring her tits were out.
Soon Zera sat on Mr. Draven's lap and my friend moaned as he fingered her beneath the table for his own luck. She had the biggest smile on her face. Tessa let Mr. Vance grope her, his hand sliding down her bodice as she leaned over. I glanced at Mr. Marsden as he stared at his card. Didn't he need some luck?
I couldn't believe I was feeling left out. Even shy Anna let Mr. Travers stick his hand down her bodice and squeeze her heavy breasts. Was there something wrong with me? Maybe I wasn't as beautiful as all these other women.
My Master would rather focus on his cards than on me.
It was a depressing thought. I glanced down, feeling so exposed in my skimpy outfit.
“Another pot, Blake?” groaned Mr. Vance.
“I'm on a streak,” my Master answered.
I frowned, looking at the pile of chips in front of everyone. Master's pile was the biggest. He was winning. All the other billionaires were distracted by the women, but not him. Another hand was dealt, the other men barely paid attention as they threw in their bets.
But not my Master. I smiled, moving closer to look over his shoulder at his cards. I wish I understood poker better. I think he had a good hand, but he wasn't acting like it.
He looked over his shoulder at me and smiled, then turned back to his cards.
A warm thrill rushed through me at that smile.
He ended up winning almost a hundred thousand when the game wrapped up an hour later.. I gaped when I realized that. Well, they were billionaires. I bet that was like normal people playing for a hundred dollar pot. “Good job, Master,” I whispered, kissing his cheek.
His hand drifted beneath my skirt and rubbed my satin panties for a moment. “I could feel you rooting for me.”
The men disappeared to smoke cigars on the balcony and I sat on the couch with Anna. Then Issy trooped in and plopped her curvy rear between us. Issy still hadn't bothered to put her tits away as she sprawled, a happy look on her face, her leash rattling.
“So how's Blake?” Issy asked. “Does he make you cum hard?”
“Issy,” I gasped. Anna's hazel eyes widened. She was so innocent. I wondered if she was a virgin.
“Is that how you sound in bed?” Issy had a wicked grin on her round face framed by blonde curls. “Oh, Blake. Fuck me hard. Make me cum on your big cock.”
“That's not how I sound,” I laughed. “But, yes, I do.”
Issy put her arm around Anna, pulling the shy girl close. “You see. These billionaires know how to treat a woman. Well, most of them.”
“Who doesn't?” Anna asked, her voice high-pitched and quiet.
“Me.”
I jumped. Francois stood at the entrance to the room. He was tall, with black hair, and he had a
Issy hissed beside me, giving dagger-eyes at the French billionaire. I had heard that something happened between the two.
“Francois, Anna needs to serve everyone, not just you,” Zera said. I blinked. I had never heard Zera speak so direct to one of the billionaires. Her subservience had evaporated.
“My apologies, Miss Alexandra,” Francois said, letting Anna go.
“Zera didn't even want him here,” Issy muttered to me. “But he's one of Mike's friends.”
“Mike?”
“Mr. Draven,” Issy snorted. “Though Zera's the only one that calls him that.”
Issy's golden leash suddenly jerked. “Yes, Master,” the blonde, curvy gal said as she strode forward.
“I need some of your sweet luck,” Mr. Curtis smiled, pulling his fiancee into his lap. He pushed her bodice down and I had a glimpse of Issy's heavy breasts and what the leash was clipped to. It split into two chains, each one attached to a gold ring that pierced her nipples. I squeezed my thighs together as Mr. Curtis nibbled on her tit.
“It's your bet, Ajax,” Mr. Draven said.
“Call,” Mr. Curtis announced, pulling his face from Issy's breasts and throwing in a chip. Issy looked at me over his head and blinked, clearly not caring her tits were out.
Soon Zera sat on Mr. Draven's lap and my friend moaned as he fingered her beneath the table for his own luck. She had the biggest smile on her face. Tessa let Mr. Vance grope her, his hand sliding down her bodice as she leaned over. I glanced at Mr. Marsden as he stared at his card. Didn't he need some luck?
I couldn't believe I was feeling left out. Even shy Anna let Mr. Travers stick his hand down her bodice and squeeze her heavy breasts. Was there something wrong with me? Maybe I wasn't as beautiful as all these other women.
My Master would rather focus on his cards than on me.
It was a depressing thought. I glanced down, feeling so exposed in my skimpy outfit.
“Another pot, Blake?” groaned Mr. Vance.
“I'm on a streak,” my Master answered.
I frowned, looking at the pile of chips in front of everyone. Master's pile was the biggest. He was winning. All the other billionaires were distracted by the women, but not him. Another hand was dealt, the other men barely paid attention as they threw in their bets.
But not my Master. I smiled, moving closer to look over his shoulder at his cards. I wish I understood poker better. I think he had a good hand, but he wasn't acting like it.
He looked over his shoulder at me and smiled, then turned back to his cards.
A warm thrill rushed through me at that smile.
He ended up winning almost a hundred thousand when the game wrapped up an hour later.. I gaped when I realized that. Well, they were billionaires. I bet that was like normal people playing for a hundred dollar pot. “Good job, Master,” I whispered, kissing his cheek.
His hand drifted beneath my skirt and rubbed my satin panties for a moment. “I could feel you rooting for me.”
The men disappeared to smoke cigars on the balcony and I sat on the couch with Anna. Then Issy trooped in and plopped her curvy rear between us. Issy still hadn't bothered to put her tits away as she sprawled, a happy look on her face, her leash rattling.
“So how's Blake?” Issy asked. “Does he make you cum hard?”
“Issy,” I gasped. Anna's hazel eyes widened. She was so innocent. I wondered if she was a virgin.
“Is that how you sound in bed?” Issy had a wicked grin on her round face framed by blonde curls. “Oh, Blake. Fuck me hard. Make me cum on your big cock.”
“That's not how I sound,” I laughed. “But, yes, I do.”
Issy put her arm around Anna, pulling the shy girl close. “You see. These billionaires know how to treat a woman. Well, most of them.”
“Who doesn't?” Anna asked, her voice high-pitched and quiet.
“Me.”
I jumped. Francois stood at the entrance to the room. He was tall, with black hair, and he had a
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