cards and shoves the deck at me. I pull up a 10. He pulls out a queen. Now, I’m
a firm believer in the law of averages. I know the odds on losing a high card
cut are the same each time you do it. I also know in the long run they average
out. The Chief is still in the kitchen. I can hear the ice maker running. Want
to try again? I asked J. His eyes bug out just a touch. He glances at the
kitchen door and the Chief is still too far away to hear us. I say, I’ve agreed
to stay like this all weekend and to go down on him. What would he want to try
double or nothing again? He gets this odd look on his face and says, “I’ve always
wanted a totally obedient sexual slave. Become that for the weekend if I win and
you’re off the hook if you win.” Now, I don’t claim to be quoting exactly. It as
late. I was tired, and I was certainly distracted myself. I shuffled the cards
and held them out to him. He drew a card and grinned. He showed me a Jack of
diamonds. I felt a sudden flush go through me. I could feel myself get moist and
the feeling that was somewhere between arousal and panic came over me. I picked a
card. I looked at it and found myself looking at an eight of diamonds. J
actually licked his lips for a moment. Before the Chief came back, J stared
straight into my eyes and said, “Be exactly like this waiting for me at 5:00 on
Friday. When I knock on the door, open it like this.”
So I’m sitting here at my dining room table. My shirt and tights are in the
chair next to J along with his other winnings. My bottom is slowly taking on the
pattern of the chair I’m sitting on because there’s nothing between me and it.
This has definitely not turned out the way I’d planned. I can’t believe I lost
both double or nothings. I went from cooking and serving a meal in the buff (OK,
and giving J a blow job for desert) to a whole weekend as a, how did he put it?
…End of the part6. To be continued..