You somewhat apprehensively shuffle the cards, keeping your eyes on your lovely adversary the entire time, particularly her barely covered breasts and stiffening nipples whose bulge can be seen through the bra. Your lack of focus on the task at hand as well as your nervousness causes you to fumble amateurishly while shuffling, causing some of the cards to fly in different directions. She giggles and jumps at the opportunity to retrieve them, picking them off the floor and handing them back to you.
"Nervous now, are we?" Ashley grinned. "I would think that after your stunning comeback that you would be a paragon of self-confidence. I guess not." She cocked her head and hesitated a moment. "Hmmmm?"
You ignore her, heart pounding, cursing a bit under your breath, and just deal the cards. You flip them out rapidly, as a professional casino dealer might, but clearly without the panache or sufficient hand eye coordination. They fly about again, although none get on the floor this time.
"Hey," Ashley says, "No dealing from the bottom! I knew you were a cheater!" You scowl at her.
"I am not dealing from the bottom of the deck, and even if I were, what difference would it make? The cards are randomly shuffled!" She just shook her head.
"I don't trust you one iota." She smiled, slipping her foot out of her shoe, sensually, teasingly running her soft, tiny little toes up your ankle. You look at her. This was unexpected but not unwelcome. She grinned.
"Just checking for cards where you shouldn't have them, sweetheart." You want to pull your foot away, but don't. It's just too damned sexy.
"I don't cheat," is all you can manage. "Now, let's play." You pick up your cards and try to read her. She purses her lips just a little, leading you to believe that she has a poor hand. She rubs your ankle with her big toe in the same little spot . . . again and again.
You gather up the cards you dealt yourself. Hmm, you think. Not too bad. Three kings. You throw two cards down as she continues to tease you with her toe, licking her lips as she raises her eyes from her cards. You smile as you draw a pair of jacks, and can't help but smile even bigger when you notice her discarding four cards. She smirks at you, apparently somewhat frustrated.
"See something you like?" She takes a deep breath and exhales a healthy sigh. You grin.
"Ohh yes," you say. "And I'll bet I'm going to be seeing a whole lot more of it." You place your cards face up on the table. "Full house, Kings over jacks."
She chuckles softly and looks at you, eyeball to eyeball. Then leans, whispering in your ear as she lays her hand down. "Four queens," she says, then leans back with arms folded. You look down at her hand as the blood drains from your face. She just giggles.
"Well," she says. "It looks like your five boys are no match for my four girls. Exactly as it should be."
"But," you exclaim, "but I saw you take four cards! What are the odds of-"
"Mmm.. I have no idea," she says. "I never studied probability too much. I went to law school. Now, the probability of your getting butt naked for me again is pretty high, I would say. So let's have those pants."
You start to unbutton your pants, slithering out of them once again. "You cheated," you say. "You had to have. It was when I dropped those cards on the floor. You somehow cheated." She merely laughed.
"Oh come on now! Just because you acted like a boy in puberty who has never seen cleavage before and tossed the cards across the room because you got a testosterone surge. That's hardly my fault, you know!" She beams a toothy smile at you as you steam.
"You cheated somehow. I know you did." She laughs at you.
"Prove it, loser." She resumes caressing your ankle with her toes as she snaps at you and gathers the cards for her deal. "Prove it or shut up!" You finally move your ankle away from her probing toes, pouting and watching her shuffle. |