The Game Pt. 01

"Looks like you're well and truly fucked now, bitch." He resumed his seat and sorted his chips. He had less than a thousand left. She had never known that they played with such high stakes.

She knew that she should pack her meager belongings and just leave.

Something sparked deep in her, something she had never felt before, and she looked from James to Mike.

"Mike? Are you still in?"

"Oh yes, I've got my money on the table."

She noticed then that some of the chips weren't chips, but gold coins, contained in clear plastic cases.

Dizziness washed over her and she trembled.

"So Brad, lets see the value of your stakes. Have you gotten a recent physical for her? Dentist report?"

"Fuck no, im telling you she ain't worth it. Take your money back, I cant match."

A bubble of heat rose up in her chest "I've got it." She blurted. "I went to the dentist last month and the doctor in January."

James raised an eyebrow teasingly. "What're you waiting for then?" He gave a little shoo-Ing motion with the back of his hand and smiled at Brad.

"She's showing a fabulous performance by assessment - a good cook, obedient, organized and well put together. I might be willing to accept it - after the papers and physical inspection."

"You've still got competition James. You haven't won yet."

His laughter followed her into the bedroom where she quickly found the papers she needed. With a sudden inspiration she added a small surprise and carried the papers back out to the card table.

She had lost the very last bit of her mind now.

"Strip for inspection." James didn't look at her, but at the papers. Brad watched her, his face doubting. Rafe stared at the table. Mike took the dentist papers.

Cadence pulled her dress over her head and wanted to scream. She was naked in front of a roomful of men, one of whom surely wanted to hurt her.

She dropped the scrap of fabric and spread her feet wide, stacking her hands behind her neck. She leaned her head back and opened her mouth, while Brad scoffed.

"Fuckin' slut"

Her face flushed and her forehead creased, but she stood as still as she could, waiting to be inspected.

"Open your eyes."

James stood in front of her and their gazes locked intently. He communicated something to her that she didn't overtly know - but her body understood.

When his fingertips touched her jaw, her tongue slid out, letting him see her teeth and throat as well. Quickly his hand moved to cup her breasts, testing the weight and firmness - she didn't jump. He knelt in front of her in a smooth movement and checked her pussy, which was wet and fragrant, but she felt no shame.

No, instead she felt pride as he stood and moved around her, testing her arms and shoulders, her thighs, her ass.

"Oh we have a beauty here." He chuckled appreciatively as he noticed her gemstone surprise.

Her flush was one of pleasure this time, and she didn't smile, but she wanted to.

"Gentlemen, I'd say she'll earn her price in just over a year. Care to vouch for me?"

She closed her mouth and waited. A chair slid back and she was nervous again, her eyes closing out of reflex.

Heavy feet trod softly over the floor. Gentle but callused fingers gripped her chin and she opened her mouth again. He turned her head this way and that. He let her go and she missed the warmth of his hand.

He walked around behind her to see what James had seen, and she felt his hand on her hip. He gripped her hip and with one thumb, nudged her in just the right spot, and she bent forward. Her body was exposed to a stranger, and all she could feel was hot and wet.

He didn't make a sound, didn't touch her again, just walked back to his seat and she resumed her position. She hadn't opened her eyes yet, and didn't want to. Her cheeks burned and she longed for the touch of those hands again.

But whose hands were they?