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The Perfect Setup

... practically beaming. I was pretty sure that one of Barbara’s hole cards was an ace, which meant she had three aces. Lori, on the other hand could at best have one jack in the hole for three jacks. I expected her to fold, but she didn’t. “Fifty-one dollars,” she said with a smirk and shoved a stack of chips into the middle. Barbara swallowed hard and said, “Call.” “With what?” came a voice from the other side of the table. Donna then added, “Dumbo!” “Same deal you gave Donna?” Barbara asked, looking at Lari as she stood up. “Same deal,” answered Lari. “Just throw the clothes you have on in the pile. Either you get them back at the end of the hand or I do.” Lari then slid another stack of chips into the pot. Barbara quickly slipped off her blouse and jeans and threw them onto the table. She was wearing a bra, but there were no panties. “I keep the shoes, right?” she asked. “Yes,” replied Lari, “but the ankle socks go in the pile.” After she put her shoes back on, Barbara sat down. “Now what?” she asked. “You show me yours and I show you mine,” answered Lari, almost giggling. Donna turned over an ace and a six. She did have three aces. Lari turned over a jack and Barbara started to clap her hands. “Not so fast, Honeybuns.” Then Lari turned over a joker. “Four jacks beats three aces. You lose.” Barbara started crying. “Don’t cry, Honeybuns. I’ll give you the same deal I gave peach fuzz over there.” “You can’t,” blubbered Barbara and she stood up. There was no hair to sell. The ...

... only hair anywhere on her body was her eyebrows and the hair on her head. “I said we could work something out. Maybe frat boy over there will help me out again. You lay across his lap and I will give you two dollars a swat as he beats your ass as hard as he can. Fifty swats, one hundred dollars. If you give up before fifty, then all you get is a sore ass.” I kept saying to myself, “Stick to the plan. Stick to the plan. Stick to the plan.” But when Lari pointed to the couch I walked over and sat down and waited for Barbara to position herself on my lap. “I should raise the entertainment tax to seventy-five, but we‘ll keep it at fifty. Is that OK with you, frat boy?” Lori said as she slid a stack of chips from my pile to hers. My brain was telling me that something wasn’t going the way I intended here, but my prick was pushing up against Barbara’s naked stomach. She wiggled against me, gritted her teeth, and said through clenched lips, “Let’s get this over with.” At about twenty smacks she said, “Faster, faster. At around forty she was thrashing on my legs. If I didn’t know better I would have thought she was humping my lap. When I reached fifty, she collapsed over my lap moaning, “No, no, no, no, no.” “Honeybuns wants more, don’t you, Honeybuns?” Lari’s voice was almost a sing-song crooning. “If he continues it will be a freebie. No more chips.” Barbara hugged my lap and thrust herself into me. “Give her another fifty. Don’t stop even if she pops.” Lari’s voice was now as crisp ...