Divide and conquer

I've been a member of a weekly poker group for a little over a year. We play at a different members house each week and the guys wives usually hang around and provide snacks and drinks. Being single, I usually hire an attractive waitress that has served me the week before. I tell them it is no touch but ask them to dress to distract the other players. Most do that nicely.

One married guy never has a server present and says his wife pays bridge the same night. Finally, her game was cancelled one week and she was home. I recognized her immediately from a college party where she got drunk beyond any control and became the willing focus of a back room train. I got in line but after my turn she didn't want to let me go and wouldn't entertain anyone else. I had to run for my life, having spoiled the party. She never seemed to recognize me after that night and she didn't recognize me now.

She got into the role of serving, teasing, and distracting and wore a different outfit each time she came back to check on us. Her husband must have been the mst distracted because he lost a bundle, was tapped out, and he and his wife were clearly on pins and needles. As everyone started gathering their belongings he whispered to his wife and she headed toward the master suite. I enjoyed the view as long as I could. By then she was in a low cut mini-dress you might see in a club.

"Before you guys leave I need one last chance to win something back." her husband said. He wanted to bet a private striptease by his wife against each guys winnings based on one high card cut for each guy. That wasn't going to work and most guys were embarrassed just wanted to leave. The wife strolled back into the room in a light robe, dropped it to the floor, and standing beautifully nude announced they could have the same deal but would be able to fuck her if they won.

I guess the married guys couldn't risk it, although they certainly wanted to go for it. But explaining losing everything was more than they could face. Everyone scrambled out the door.

She turned to me and asked if I wanted to gamble. I looked at her husband and he had a panicked look. I looked at her and said I would be in for a win-win. Your husband wins the pot and I win your services until the next game here.

As she lay limp after our first session she whispered, "It's you again."

"Yes, and there will never be another game at your husbands house. Now you can learn about collared life."

"Just keep doing me like you do."

"We haven't gotten to the best stuff yet."