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Aron’s got a cute scowl behind his cards while Liza blows me. I’ve always liked the way foxes scowl. They think they’ve got some menace behind it, but all I can focus on is the little bit of snaggletooth he gets when he does it. He’s mad because Liza started out strip poker by going all in with a nothing hand so she could suck my dick first.
He’s had that look all night.
I offer him a shrug, which he rejects with an upturned nose. Liza swirls her tongue over me and takes me deep.
“That should be illegal,” Aron says.
“Sucking dick?” Eve asks, looking at her cards. She sends 35 pretend dollars into the middle.
Eve is the group’s other bottom (besides Aron, obviously). Short, shy otter, except when we break out the whiskey. Then she gets sassy.
“No!” Aron whines. “Going all in first hand and losing on purpose. That’s, like, collusion or something. Red card. Ten-yard penalty.”
Rachel, our possum and local librarian, gives him a long stare. Aron shows off some extra snaggletooth. “That’s not collusion. It’s just playing the game like a dumbass,” she says.
Liza responds by erecting a middle finger from below the table and slurping with exaggerated rudeness.
“See?” Aron says. “Unsportsmanlike conduct.”
Eve giggles. “It’s okay, jealousy is a natural emotion. Now play your hand, twink.”
Aron rolls his eyes and calls. “At least I have integrity and dignity.”
Which is a wild statement from someone in their underwear who, last night, was barking on his hands and knees to get some pussy.
Rachel folds. “I’m grabbing a drink. You guys are too much.”
She gets up and the rest of us take a moment to stare at her ass and then nod in silent agreement that Rachel is fucking hot.
Liza tries to turn to see, but I keep her focus on where it should be with a paw on the back of her head. Her short zebra tail flicks against the curve of her ass. I try not to be distracted by the thought of what I’m going to do to her later.
I’m up. I look at my hole cards. It should be a fold, but I’m buzzed, getting my cock sucked, and have the biggest stack at the table.
I call. Liza starts working me in earnest. Life is good.
With the pot right, I burn a card and deal the flop, nice and slow.
Nine of spades, king of hearts, ten of spades. Liza’s blowjob is a good excuse to smile openly. Her mouth is hot and the cool air feels good when she pulls back to the tip. I’m ready to make some bad decisions.
Eve tosses in another 35, which means she’s either got kings or absolutely nothing. I can work with that. It’s not her I’m trying to beat, anyways. Aron is staring me down. All I’m thinking about is what his face is going to look like when I’m fucking him later. He puts his cards down and takes a long sip of whatever fruity mess is in his glass.
“I’m going to call,” he says, counting his chips in small piles. “But.” He lets that hang in the air. Even Rachel pokes her head back around from the kitchen. “I want a side-bet, me and you.”
“I’m listening,” I say. Or trying to. Liza’s flicking her tongue in the spots I like. I’m not going to last long if she keeps it up.
Aron drums his claws on the table. “Your hand versus mine at the end. If mine’s better, I get to cum on your face.”
Bottoms. As if I’d react like the Wicked Witch of the West with a bucket of water. It’s adorable that he thinks it’ll phase me. Time to make him squirm.
“And if I win, you get fucked last tonight,” I say.
Eve and Rachel give their best juvenile ooooh’s. Liza just keeps doing her job.
“Deal.”
“Deal.”
I call.
I don’t know if it’s the booze, the blowjob, or the idea of putting Aron in his place, but I’m giddy. I know I’m leaking, which is almost a problem because it’s only making Liza hungrier. I can feel my balls drawing tight.
The turn is the king of diamonds.
That’s not good. My orgasm gets kicked down the road a bit. Liza glares at me from below the table. I give her a pet behind the ears and whisper for her to keep doing what she’s doing. Things are getting sloppy in more ways than one.
Eve bets her top and 50 chips. Aron calls with his underwear. Liza gets one of her hands wrapped around my base and starts tugging as her head bobs up and down. She’s hungry.
Another call.
Liza’s touching herself. My breaths are getting choppy and I’m trying not to dig my claws into the table and damage it, but fuck me, that low, hot sensation is pooling just above my cock and I’m rock hard.
I lay down the river. It’s the jack of spades.
“All in,” Eve says, clapping her paws together.
Aron snap calls.
I cum.
I thrust my hips forward and unload into the back of Liza’s throat. Her tongue flicks and swirls, bathing me as I grunt through my climax, shooting as deep as I can. Her hands are gripping my thighs, holding me in place as she milks me. I let out a long sigh as I hang my head on the edge of the table. Liza draws back slow before placing a kiss on the end of my cock, swallowing, then kissing me on the lips.
“Good?” she asks with a cheeky grin.
“Like you wouldn’t believe,” I tell her. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a pot to win.”
Eve and Aron have their cards turned face up by the time I come back up. I’m glad I wasn’t drinking anything when they did. I would have choked.
Eve’s got the jack of hearts and the king of clubs. A strong full house. Aron’s got a frown, already standing up to take off his underwear. He’s got a five and queen of spades.
“You don’t have ace-king of spades, do you?” he asks, narrowing his eyes.
“No,” I confirm, and he displays the greasiest grin I’ve ever seen. “Just these.”
I turn over the seven and eight of spades. A straight flush.
Aron’s smirk collapses into sputtering disbelief.
Liza stands up and looks at the table for a second before letting out a whistle. “Oh, damn. You got fucked,” she says, and the rest of us (excluding Aron) lose it.
I scoop the chips over to my side and give the fox a wink. “See you later tonight,” I tell him.
Now there’s a proper scowl.