Unexpected Poker Night
A deck of cards was omnipresent on the table, as was a tin of dominoes and a few dice. Sharon grabbed the cards and said "Were going to play some Bullshit!" This happened to be one of Mike's preferred games, as cheating was rewarded, and he knew that his logical mind was good at figuring out when people claimed to have cards that they didn't. He also knew the pattern that the cards followed. Sharon, for her part, was quiet adept at lying and her beguiling charm disarmed most opponents. She was a difficult one to catch, especially since Mike's straight out heavy metal appearance, complete with death metal T-shirts and massive wallet chains, somehow convinced everyone that he was the dishonest one. This was certainly true of the two girls, who added many cards to their hands by calling Bullshit on Mike a few too many times. Sharon, meanwhile, whittled her hands away, and giggled nonstop about the deception.
After several long hands, Katie began to grow bored of loosing. Christy seconded the emotion. "I want to play something where I can win!" she said enthusiastically. "And not something where the two of you are going to work together," she added pointedly, looking at Mike and Sharon in turn.
Mike simply shrugged and waited for the girls to decide what to play next. The debate was brief, and mostly centered on the different types of poker. Katie, always frisky when she smoked, loudly suggested "Strip poker!" but was quickly and irrefutably rebuked by Christy.
Sharon agreed with Christy, saying "That's juvenile. If were going to play poker, let's play real poker, for real money!" Christy perked up at this, and a slow smile spread across her face. Mike, for his part, looked rather unimpressed, but simply said "It's your money." Christy looked at him like a person would normally look at a cat that had just eaten their goldfish.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she demanded angrily.
Mike's face assumed a comically absurd expression of disbelief. "Fuck, calm down. I'm not trying to piss you off."
"Well, you are." The heat from her voice was such that the candles on the table almost ignited. Mike ignored the vehemence in her voice and shook her head. Angry and defiant, Christy challenged him. "Well, why don't you put your money on the table, then? Unless you don't think you can hold on to it." The taunting quality to her voice brought on unexpected reaction.
Mike became very quiet and glared at her for a moment. Then, slowly, he got up and left the room. The barely controlled fury was evident in his hard face and deliberate movements. The three girls sat in that Awkward Silence for some minutes before Mike returned. He had a large case in his hand, which he sat on the table and opened. Inside were rows and rows of clay chips in various colors. He then sat back down and slowly folded his arms across his chest and looked deep into Christy's face.
Mike's voice had adopted a rough edge to it, and he spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully. "I started my own business, selling things people have told me time and again that no one would buy. I've built that business up with my own two hands. I've put up with detractors and naysayers this whole damn time, and now...Now I'm on top. Not them. I can more than hold my own against you or anyone else that I come across."
That seemed to settle it. Sharon again lit her bowl, and Katie gladly accepted. But Christy refused, staring at Mike the whole time. After a few moments and much small talk from Sharon and Katie, the mood begin to lighten considerably, and the chips were divided up, and the cards dealt.
All of them, except for Katie, proved to be accomplished poker players. Sharon was a natural. Her luck was phenomenal, her bluffing unimpeachable, she really knew how to work the table. Katie, by contrast, was a complete novice, having only the rudest ideas of how poker was played. Her chips quickly disappeared, but they all simply laughed about it, Katie being the nice girl that she was. She spent the rest of the evening fetching drinks for the other players, and doing assorted goof y things for their amusement. This was her penance for losing all the chips and having no money to pay the pot with.
This, in truth, has been a tradition in Mike and Sharon's household for quite some time. Most card games are just for shits and giggles. Many of their friends had been with them since Mike was living in the hotel and doing nothing with himself, and Sharon had been living at home with her parents. Money was not important to them; having a good time was. So when card games became more serious, they were about who would go buy alcohol, who would mix drinks, and that kind of thing. Katie fell into this role easily, having been the "slave" many times before. Sex and humiliation were not part of the package. Unless, of course, it was Mike playing against Sharon. The bets then were of an entirely different nature.
Christy took an interest in this turn of events. She asked many questions about the role of the losers if no money was available to pay their debt. Katie explained.
"I lose a lot when I play here. But they know I don't have enough money to pay for all the chips. So, I become their 'slave' for the rest of the evening. I'm not really their slave, of course. I just get drinks and run errands and stuff. Sometimes, though, I have had to do stupid things to make people laugh. Like, one time, Sharon made me do a handstand on the front lawn, and I was wearing a skirt. And another time, Jake (a male friend whom Christy had apparently met before) made me order pizza, and when the pizza guy got here, I had to answer the door in my underwear. But Mike was probably the meanest to me. He made me go buy some soda from the store, and I had to use my debit card. And I was wearing some of his crazy heavy metal stuff! I don't know how he can go out in public like that!"
At that last one, Mike broke out laughing, and Sharon convulsed with giggles. Christy simply looked appalled. But after that, her demeanor towards Katie changed dramatically. She began to treat her like a servant, but not in the good-natured and nonchalant way that Mike and Sharon did. Christy demanded that a certain number of ice cubes be in her drink, and that Katie find a tray to carry the drinks on, one handed, cocktail waitress style. Katie went along with it with out complaining. In fact, as usual, she seemed to like being treated in such away. Mike and Sharon had conferred about this, and determined that Katie may very well be a sub, though she denied this to them. She simply seemed to like the attention she got. Of course, the two of them never pushed her, but thoughts of this did help fuel their fantasy life.
Mike played like a machine. He got crappy cards frequently; his luck had never been that good. But logic and precision helped make up for this. His face was usually impassive at all times in his life, never revealing emotion. Something leftover from military school, he said. But now, playing poker, his face constantly held a metallic quality, rarely moving, never smiling, except at the occasional joke or anecdote. He bet, he bluffed, he folded, and his pile of chips, though not growing very much, also never seemed to shrink.
Christy played with fire and determination, things that obviously were very much a part of her life. She made rash, but good, decisions, jumping in, both barrels blazing, obliterating everything in her way. She made bold moves that usually paid off, though there were a few missteps along the way. Her stack of chips would grow and shrink rapidly, inversely proportional to Sharon's.
Eventually, Christy began to get desperate. Her bad-ass attitude was beginning to wane, along with her collection of chips. As this occurred, her treatment of Katie similarly began to degenerate even more. If her glass had the wrong number of ice cubes, Christy would decree that Katie couldn't smoke with Sharon until the next hand. If Katie wasn't quick enough to light someone's cigarette, Christy would toss some small object into the living room and demand that Katie crawl into the next room and carry the item back in her mouth. Finally, Katie really biffed it: the tray she was carrying Christy's drink on was wet from condensation, and the glass slid and dumped itself all over Christy.
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