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There was none to be seen as a huge number of people bustled to get a good vantage point. “all this for a poker game” I thought to myself as I was seated in the last empty chair. “Tonight’s game will be split into three heats.” The announcer kiss said, as the blonde kissed me on the cheek and wished me luck. “The first game will be sixteen tables of four. The winners from those games will form the second heat with four tables. Then the final will be the last four players standing. You have seen the players; the game will commence in five minutes. You still have time to place your bets at the kiosks on the veranda or in the lobby….” Five minutes later, after the dealers had introduced themselves and the music had dies down, the tournament began. The games were all as simple as the first tournament in the Oak and I’d be lying if I said any of the softcore players were more than lucky amateurs or were particularly difficult to read. Rapturous cheers and applause filled the room with every hand I won. Jack’s laugh sometimes drowning it out from somewhere above me. I was like stone – cool, calm and collected. My mind was like a pristine alpine lake in its serenity, my focus heightened beyond anything I had previously known, due – I assumed – to the efforts of my lovely ladies who I still could not see in the crowd. Every shrug, every gesture, every flicker of doubt or hope, every imperceptible smile or cringe – I seen them all. I crushed my first table in 18 minutes, apparently that was some sort of record as the announcer… well… announced my victory with no small amount of amazement in his voice and the cameraman filming my every move. I was escorted from the room, to the cheers and hoots of the crowd, to a private bar off the same corridor I had entered through. The blonde leading me the entire way. It was the first time I had been able to see her in the proper light. Almost theatrical amounts of makeup – no doubt for the cameras – showed off an exquisite face. Her skin-tight leotard was straining to contain her truly massive tits which I guessed were easily an E cup. Lesbians When I looked back up to her face, she was looking at me intently, I knew I had been caught ogling her but she smiled causing me to smile back as we entered the bar. “Can I get you a drink, handsome?” she asked, her flirtations not going unmissed. I ordered a coke, not wanting to dampen my focus behind a haze of alcohol. A few minutes later she returned and parked a drink in front of me and sat beside me. I was surprised that she stayed, I had assumed that she would have gone back to the game. “It’s ok honey, I am your escort for the round” she said, seeing my confusion. “Escort?” I asked, taking a drink “Yup, I’m yours until they call the next game. I’m supposed to make indian sure you don’t cheat or talk to anyone outside the player’s lounge, although for you…” she flashed a devilish grin, “…I’m sure I can be persuaded to be another type of escort.” She winked, taking a sip of her own drink. A month ago, I was alone and although I was reasonably content in my solitude, I would have been happy for some female company. Now I had two women perfectly happy to share me, slutty teenagers creaming over me (if Jack was to be believed) and now an actual model coming onto me with unabashed confidence. I didn’t know what was happening but I wasn’t going to complain. “Not sure I Brunette can afford such a gorgeous escort on my measly salary” I joked back, matching the flirtatiousness in her voice. “Honey, for you, I’d do it for free.” Another grin and another sip. I nodded, not sure how to answer the statement, my other head was doing all the thinking by now and had grown back to full mast in my pants. Linda thought, 'God I never would have thought I would ever Lesbians be eating kiss my co-worker in class. I had to stay in control. Precum and saliva began softcore to dribble out of his mouth as I started to fuck his face. I want you sit on my face Brunette and suck your man’s cock so I can watch in the mirror. We are still friends, we’re just two guys that enjoy getting off with each other. Said Chloe. Here, a indian dwarven senator, here, an elven prince, here, a pirate lord. “Yes!” I growled and buried into the Black girl's writhing cunt. Maddie doesn’t push her away, but I think that BJ surprised her with the kiss. I was struggling, struggling, but I couldn’t get away.