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Second reaching his limit and folded, throwing his cards down in disgust. Stupidly he threw them hard enough to land face up on mom the table, he had a king and a 9. He was right not to be confident but he played on anyway and now I knew exactly what his tell was. Third – in a massive error in judgement – called, it was that faint hope that maybe I was bluffing. He put his cards down first. Queen and a King curvy - well that’s why he was looking so smug, a royal straight on the first hand if only a 10 had come up. But it hadn’t – he had nothing. I put mine down without a single expression crossing my face, I was like stone. By this time a large crowd had gathered on the platform above, a few other women squeezing onto the booth next to Rachael and Jess, clearly ours was the most exciting game of the three and rapturous cheers went up when my three-of-a-kind was called out by the dealer. “How the hell did he do that?” I heard Rachael ask, a little louder than she intended. “I told you…” replied Jack, “Genius” I went from £100 at chunky the start of the hand to over half of the chips on the table in a single game. The rest of the games went in pretty much the same way, Forth would – disgustingly – pick his nose if he had a bad hand and would not put his cards back onto the table if they were good, as if he were protecting them from the rest of the world. Third went all-in against me three hands later, not hard with only £25 left of his chips, and lost his pair of 5s against my flush gaining another wave of cheers and applause from the audience on the platform. Second and third managed to hold on until the eighth hand when I baited them up to their maximum on a full house of Jacks and Fives I’d picked up on the first flip. After a little over half an hour I had won the table. As strange as it seems, the final was easier than the heats. I folded the first hand after an awful flip, two of the other players went all in giving me a great show of all their tells. The dirty blonde-haired guy who clearly liked his appearance more than was healthy, was out after one hand – shame too, because he was by far the most talented of the players left in the game. The winner of that hand – tits an older guy with a long white biker beard, had a habit of twirling his facial hairs if he was doing well and trying to pull them out if he was bluffing – which he did frequently. The other player was the only female in the tournament, although I’d guess that she would be more interested in other females than she was of me. She liked licking her lips on a good hand a blinking far too often on a bad one. I took the old guy on the third deal. He had two pairs but it didn’t match my straight, he looked like i’d just robbed him of his life’s savings as he was led away from the table. The lady fell two games later, with both of us all-in, it was the final call of the tournament. She put down her two kings giving her the illusive four-of-a-kind, drawing cheers and applause from the group of her supporters. I made a play of looking beaten before putting down my Jack and Queen earning me a Royal Straight – the second highest hand you can hold and easily beating hers. The crowd erupted, her head dropped as I has pulled from my seat by a euphoric Jack, mic in hand. “OUR WINNER!” he announced to the masses, drawing more cheers and rapturous applause. “AND TO THE WINNER….” He thrust the £500 into my hand “…GO THE SPOILS!!” Not one being used to such public displays of celebration, I shook the hand my fallen competitor and made my way back busty through the crowd to the booth. My back and arms aching from the slaps of congratulations, I slid back onto the bench and picked up the drink which had been waiting patiently for me for a little over 90 minutes. Dad looked at me concerned, he could see that something was bothering me, curvy “What is it son, mom what the hell is going on?” Alex ran his finger through her hair while smiling down at her chunky proudly. Then the other two can lick her off." "No, I am," Wanda whined. Erica wouldn't stop crying, and kept weeping after Michael was gone, so Laura eventually slapped her a few more times, and then busty put on the tits strap-on and used it to plug Erica's mouth. I stand by my decisions, for they were my only course of action in those moments,” Mark replied with a warm smile. I continued to push myself into heaven and felt my balls tingle, this wouldn’t take too long anymore. Grab the plumbing. That smallest act was giving me feeling of humiliation and degradation. FUCK HER!” Webbing like a spider surrounded her. “I was a virgin just a minute ago, and now I’m dancing on you like a whore on her last penny.” Her brows knitted in an expression of astonishment, a need, a desperation she didn’t understand.