Chapter 5
I hadn’t thought about bending her over a table and fucking the sass out of her before.
But after getting my hand halfway down her jeans, that’s all I can think about.
I did it to get a rise out of her, which was fun to watch, but I also got a literal rise out of my cock. That was a fucking surprise.
And now I just want to make her cum angrily all over my hand. But I gotta see what’s gonna fly with my boy first. If Hawk’s okay with me spreading his naughty little stepsister’s thick thighs apart…
Anyone with eyes can see how fucking hot that woman is.
With her soft, thick lips, come-fuck-me eyes, and tits that are more than a two-handful grab, she is pure perfection, unfettered desire, and absolute torture for my dick.
Not to mention the way my glands start to salivate every time I try and imagine what her pussy tastes like.
Shit. I gotta focus on business. “Yeah, the buy-in’s five hundred. You know the drill. Don’t play dumb, Roscoe. You know we don’t do charity here.”
This fat fuck with his shifty eyes is always trying some sneaky shit. I take his money and let him through. I wait until he disappears up the stairs to Cherry’s apartment before addressing the next player.
Hawk trots down seconds later. “I need to grab another case of beer. Any sign of Cherry yet?”
Even the sound of her name is starting to do salacious things to me. I shake my head. “Nah. I’m sure we’ll hear her before we see her. She’s gonna go bat-shit when she finds out what we’ve done.”
Hawk smirks. “Good. Serves her right. She still thinks she calls the shots around here. It’s time to remind her who’s in charge.”
Omen struts up, looking slick and dangerous as usual. “The Sheriff came by, but I got rid of him.”
I feel the vein in my neck pulse. “What the fuck did he want?”
Omen puts his pistol back inside the holster vest. It’s strapped to his chest underneath his wool coat.
“He saw a commotion and wanted to make sure there wasn’t a break-in.
Even he knows Cherry goes out solo on Sunday nights.
” Omen chuckles and pats me on the back.
“Don’t worry, I assured him it’s all good.
Told him she rented the place out to us for a private party. ”
“You think he’ll call her? Fuck, I dare her to say anything different.”
“Nah. She’s spicy, but she ain’t stupid. We have too much dirt on her. She’ll keep her mouth shut and then come yell at us later.”
My cock throbs again. Fuck me. The thought of her angry as hell is a legit fucking turn on. I wonder just how mad I can make her before I fuck her… “All right. Sounds good. Yeah, five hundred,” I say to the next guy in line.
Omen stalks off to do another perimeter check while I take the money. In an hour we’ll switch positions. That’s how we’ve always done it. It keeps both of us alert and serves as a warning to the players.
We got three games going tonight: Texas Holdem, Three Card Poker, and the old tried and true, Five Card Draw. It’s a tight and exclusive event with just four players allowed at each table. Winner takes all—well, except our cut.
No time limits either. The last event we hosted went for almost forty-eight hours. Hence why we’re doing it up here in her apartment and not on the arcade floor. She opens for business tomorrow morning and we gotta keep that going as well.
After I collect the money from the last player to arrive, I lock the front door, and head upstairs with Omen. I let out a low whistle, impressed with how quickly Hawk managed to transform Cherry’s apartment into a card room.
In the living room, the couches have been scooted back against the wall and replaced with a card table and five folding chairs for four players and one dealer.
A second table with another five chairs has been set up in one of the guest bedrooms. The kitchen dinette is now an actual bar with a couple of dudes already hanging over it in between games.
And finally, the Texas Holdem game is set up at the dining room table in the corner by the front door.
I give Lola a wink and hand her a drink. “You need anything else, sugar? Any of these losers get outta hand, you let me or Om know.” Part of why the buy in is so high, is the fact that our dealers for the evening are three gorgeous women. And they’re topless.
“Thanks, baby. I’m good for now. You know I don’t mind when they act up.” The blonde flashes me a toothy grin before shuffling her decks.
It’s a win-win. Our players pay for the visual as well as the opportunity to make money.
And we get a chance to distract them and take more of a cut.
See, we take a percentage off the top of every hand.
The more money they put in, the better. After a few stiff drinks and a nice pair of tits in your face, it gets easier and easier to lower your inhibitions.
Then there’s the wild card round. Winner takes the pot and gets a little treat from the dealer.
That’s where Omen and I really have to be on guard.
There’s always one who gets a little too handsy and we gotta take him out back until he cools off.
These poor bastards ain’t never seen women like this before, let alone half-naked.
They can’t keep their fucking dicks in their pants.
For me, I could care less. These women are working.
It’s their literal job. While I can admire a good set of tits, I don’t pay for them.
And sure, plenty of them have offered themselves up to me for free countless times.
Back in the day, I used to partake. But I’m over it now. It gets old after a while.
I check in on Rita next in the living room, then Darla in the back bedroom.
So far so good. Drinks are flowing, money is piling up, and everyone’s having a good time.
I check my phone. It’s 10pm on the dot, which means our resident bombshell has been out drinking for three hours.
Hawk says she can drink most men under the table, so I’m guessing we ain’t gonna see her pretty face until closer to midnight.
Fine by me. I want her sauced up, feisty as fuck, and coming in swinging. Any excuse to restrain her hot ass works for me.
“What are you smirking about?” Hawk asks as he doles out a few beers.
“I can’t wait to see the look on your sister’s face when she walks through that door.”
“Stepsister. Bro, how many times I gotta tell you? And yeah, it’s going to be a shit show. You have no idea how fucking unhinged that woman can get when she’s provoked. But remember, no one leaves until we’re paid. I don’t care how much she ruins the vibe. I want our fucking money, Scar.”
I nod. “We still on for the usual reckoning?” That’s the icing on the cake. The cherry on top. We have an appetite for destruction. For unholy acts. We never touch the winner. That would look too suspicious and discourage anyone from ever playing again.
So, we pick one from the three who lost the most, and we kill him. It’s a quiet example. A reminder of who we are and what we do. It’s the risk you take when you step into the lion’s den. At some point, we gotta eat too.
“Of course. Nothing’s changed. We operate our business as usual.
And maybe even get a little intel in the process.
One of these idiots has got to know who’s been fucking with our trucks.
” Hawk lights up a cigarette while snatching a hot pink mug from the cupboard.
I chuckle when I read the side of it: This whiskey might be coffee.
He fills half of it with water from the sink and then taps his cigarette over it.
“You know we brought ash trays, right?” I cross my arms, amused at how fucking petty he’s being.
He flicks another chunk of ash into the cup, snickering. “Oh, did we? I must’ve forgot.”
I’m almost giddy. “Man, she’s gonna fucking pop a blood vessel in her head.”
It’s a quarter past midnight and still no sign of Cherry. I see Hawk glancing between his phone and the front door a million times a minute too. If she doesn’t get home soon, he’s gonna send one of us out after her. I can feel it in my bones.
For now, I post up at the Five Card Draw table in the guest room. Roscoe just cleaned out the other three players and is getting ready to reap his wild card round reward. I hang back to make sure no one gets out of line.
Darla shuffles the deck and cuts it. She taps the top with her pointy hot pink fingernail. “Pull till you hit one of the wilds. A joker gets you a peek, a king gets you a kiss, and an ace gives you permission to touch.”
Roscoe’s forehead beads with sweat, his eyes glazing with lust and drunkenness. “Come on aces,” he pleads as he starts turning over the cards. Each one sends another chorus of oohs and aahs through the room. Even the losers kind of win because they get to watch.
He slows down as he nears the end of the deck. “Fuck, I’m shaking.” He laughs.
The other three look just as excited as he is, their cheeks red, eyes bloodshot. Hawk sets another round of drinks down. “Make sure you give Darla a good fucking tip, aye,” he growls.
They nod and murmur something that sounds like a yes in unison. Roscoe gasps as he turns over the next card and spots the ace. Lucky son of a bitch.
Darla downs a shot of tequila before transferring herself onto his lap. She sits facing the rest of us and leans back against his fat belly. She spreads her legs and holds her panties to the side. “Have at it.”
I think he might have a heart attack. He clumsily grabs onto her nipples and squeezes.
“Oh, yeah.” Darla almost looks bored. She barely makes a sound when he plunges two of his thick fingers inside her cunt.
Well, almost. She finally arches when he hits something that tickles her, and lets out a throaty moan.
“Double or nothing,” I offer before he can get too worked up.
They both freeze.
I smirk over the toothpick hanging out of my mouth. “Flip another card. If it’s wild again, you get to keep the house’s cut too. Oh, and Darla will let you stick your chubby fucking cock inside her for a few minutes. Isn’t that right?” She knows the drill. More money for her either way.
She nods and takes another shot of tequila.
Roscoe leans forward, excited, his hand already making a path for the deck of cards.
“But. If it’s not a wild card… you get nothing. No money. No Darla. Nothing.”
The other players gasp. “Don’t do it, bro,” one of them mumbles.” I shoot him a glare and make a mental note. This one might be our sacrificial lamb later.
“I-I don’t know.” He snatches his hand back and fixates on the deck. He’s trying to count the cards that are left.
“You’ve gone through most of the deck, Roscoe. The odds of one of those being a wild card are high as fuck. I’d do it.” I would never gamble with the likes of us.
The other two are shaking their heads, mouthing no. I might have to kill all three of them later.
Darla arches her back and starts to grind against his palm, his fingers still deep inside her. “Come on baby. You wanna fuck me, don’t you?”
We give this offer to every table. But we rig two of them. Gotta have at least one get it right or else they’d never play to the end. It inspires the others when they get to see it actually happen. Makes them even more tempted to keep going.
And we make it a game for us as well. We let the Diva Dealers rig it so we can enjoy the surprise too. Plus, it makes it more believable that we ain’t in on it.
“Just say the words and flip the card, Roscoe. The power is in your hands.” I give a subtle nod to Darla who starts moaning and whimpering.
Roscoe curses under his breath. “Fuck, that’s a lot of money too… Fuck it. All or nothing.”
That’s right you will. I fucking love degenerate gamblers. “Good boy, Roscoe. Now go on. Flip it over.”
With the hand he doesn’t have lodged inside Darla’s pussy, he reaches for the deck, his fingers shaking. This moment will either make him the happiest man alive, or send him to an early grave. Because with the amount of money on the line, he will for sure put a bullet in his own head if he loses.
He flips the card over slowly and sets it down. Everyone lets out a collective sigh. I give him a wink. “Lady luck is on your side tonight, buddy.”
“Holy shit! I won again!” He screams as he holds up the ace of spades. He’s so fucking happy, he’s about to cry.
Darla rolls her eyes before she turns around on his lap. It takes him less than ten seconds to unzip his pants and pull his cock out. She seats herself on him and goes to town, riding him hard while the other three players’ eyes bulge out of their sockets.
The other two tables won’t be so lucky tonight.
My hand goes to the gun behind my back as a loud crash erupts from the main room, followed by shouting. “Finish him now, Darla. I gotta go check this out.”
She groans as she fucks him harder. “Come on, baby. Be a good boy and fill me up with your cum.”
“Oh shit,” he rasps. “Fuck, yeah.” He grunts as he thrusts up a few times and lets out a loud moan. “Ahhh. Oh my gawd.”
“All right, let’s go. Time’s up.” I yank Darla off his lap while he’s still cumming. But he doesn’t seem to mind. He finishes releasing into his own hand. “Go clean yourself up and then come find me so I can give you your bonus.”
She nods, her eyes vacant as she saunters down the hall toward the bathroom, indifferent to the cum streaming down her thighs.
I raise my pistol and freeze as soon as I come around the corner. Cherry’s got a piece of broken glass pressed against Hawk’s throat. He looks like he’s about five seconds away from taking it from her and returning the favor.
Here we fucking go.