She had to admit the idea of fucking Mr. Steele stayed high in her mind. The other women weren't two-bit whores – nor were they thousand-dollar call girls. They were sexy, sensuous, sex-starved women who wanted what she now had a chance at. They couldn't be wrong. And everything Tanya had seen so far told her that they weren't wrong.

Mr. Steele was intensely desirable. That he insisted on having the other inch stare at her naked tits only turned her on more.

This was a man such as she'd never seen before. And she wanted him. She wanted him more than she'd ever wanted a man in her life. And she would get him!

She lost the bra to a full house. Her panties were lost, by a narrow margin. He had two pair, aces high. Her two pair had been sevens high. Clad only in her stockings and garter belt, she felt her pussy begin to churn in excitement at what she was wantonly going to suggest.

She knew she should leave right now. But she couldn't just walk away and pass up the opportunities she knew could, be hers.

"I'll offer a bit more than table stakes," she said. "I think you know what I mean." She licked her lips seductively and leaned forward just enough to let her tits dangle. The sight of ruddy figure eights traced out by her nipples as her tits bobbed around would have been enough to give any man a hard-on. She wouldn't have been surprised to see the table start to rise – from Mr. Steele's stiffening prick.

Nothing of the sort happened. And the man's voice was as calm as it had ever been. She felt a surge of desire for him unlike any she'd ever felt for a man. She knew he had to be hot for her body. And he hid it so well. That made it at the more important for her to get him into bed. She'd show him what real excitement was!

"Very well," he said.

They played – and she lost. She could hardly believe her bad luck. She had a fairly decent hand. Mr. Steele's was better. But she had made the sexual bet and now it was time to pay off.