The Price is Always Right Pt. 02

"The view never gets old," he told her as she took it in. She turned to answer him and realized that the river wasn't the view he was talking about. Richard was staring at her. He stepped towards her and placed one of his large hands on her side, feeling her through the thin material. "Maybe I should cancel tonight and keep you all to myself."

"Richard, no," she said to him as she pushed his hand off of her. "That's not happening."

"I think if you give me a chance, I'll change your mind," he told her.

"I'm just here to serve drinks," she told him.

"Is that what your husband told you?" he asked her with a knowing smile. Sophie didn't like what he was implying. "But then again, you knew what could happen when you came here tonight, didn't you?"

Sophie blushed at that. Yes, she knew what could happen, but she hoped to keep things under control this time, even if James wanted more.

"Before the other guys get here, let me give you the rundown of the bar and what I need you to do," he said, changing the subject and leading her over to the bar. "So the bar is here, everything you need to make a few drinks. Don't worry, they won't ask for anything complicated."

Sophie hadn't really given any thought to actually serving drinks. She had been too focused on what she was wearing to think about anything else.

"Now, when it comes to the game. I need you to work the table. Flirt with them a little, lean over and give them a good view of those tits, especially when they're trying to play a hand. Make sure they keep their eyes on you or you and your husband are going to be out of a lot of money," he told her. But that didn't make any sense. James was supposed to be playing with Richard's money.

A knock on the door interrupted them before she could ask him about it. He gestured towards the door, telling her to go answer it, but she paused to pull down her dress again before walking in that direction. It had ridden up again and was just barely covering her butt.

SMACK, Richard's large hand made contact with her ass as he slapped it through the thin material of her dress. Richard didn't move his hand from her while he leaned in and said one final thing to her.

"Do a good job tonight and I'll fuck you after until you can't remember your husband's name," he told her before giving her a little push towards the door.

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James walked into the lobby and looked around, taking in the grandeur of the hotel. He had looked Richard up in the past and it was obvious that the man had been very successful, but he hadn't expected the man to own a penthouse at a hotel like this. He walked quickly to the elevators, knowing that Sophie was already upstairs. His anticipation was killing him as his heart was beating so loudly that he could hear it in his ears. He stepped off of the elevator and walked to Richard's door, knocking.

He waited for a few seconds until finally, the door opened and his own wife greeted him. They were supposed to pretend they didn't know each other, Richard had insisted, so he did his best acting.

"Uh, hey, James," he introduced himself, offering his hand to his wife as if it was the first time he had met her. Sophie looked absolutely stunning. She had her golden blonde hair in loose curls falling over her shoulders. The emerald dress fit her body snuggly and sensually, her long tan legs and ample cleavage on dazzling display. The stilettos raised her perky rear even higher than normal and made the short dress seem even more immodest. Her slender shoulders showed the thin straps of her dress with the emerald straps of the bra she had on underneath, doing far more than a little teasing. The last touch was a gold body chain that ran off both shoulders and connected between her breasts before continuing down beneath her dress.

James couldn't take his eyes off of her body and he knew that no red-blooded man would be able to focus on anything else with her around the table.

"I'm Sophie," she greeted him and took his hand as she showed him inside the penthouse. There were already a few guys hanging out in the living room, talking. He recognized Richard, who stood imposingly amongst the group, his stature towering over the other men. He also seemed to have taken the center of the conversation, his booming voice telling a story.

Sophie whispered to him as they stopped near the huge kitchen island. She leaned back against the island, trying to look casual while she spoke to him. "Are you sure about this? I think this is going to be too much." Her face and the tone of her voice was deadly serious.

"What do you mean?" he asked, trying to be discreet. He didn't want to draw too much attention to their conversation with the group of men just across the room.

"Richard, the other men. This is going to escalate too much. I can feel it," Sophie told him. James felt his cock twitch at her words. He took a deep breath while he tried to think. He didn't know how much it could escalate but he thought back on how it felt to watch her with Richard and knew what he wanted if it came to that.

"It'll be okay. Let's just see what happens," he said, hoping that if they just stayed for a few minutes, they would settle in and her nerves would calm like they had last time.

"You really want this so badly?" she asked him in a whisper, her eyes looking at him with understanding. "You know what I'm saying and you still want to stay."

James didn't know how to answer that, but he nodded his head. Yes, he told her without words. His young wife studied him as she had the first night she had gone out with Richard. "Whatever happens, you asked for this James. It's all for you. And it's all on you. I want you to know that. I'll play my part, but I told you we should leave."

"Soph..." James started to answer her, but a booming voice cut him off.

"Hey, James, come meet some of the guys," Richard waved him over. James turned away from his wife and walked towards the group of men. "James is the son of an old friend. This is Cliff, Hank, Arthur, and this old fucker is Clarence." Richard quickly introduced them as James shook each of their hands in turn.

Cliff was probably about Richard's age but shorter, much heavier, and balding. Hank was likely in his early fifties, wiry, and greeted James with a thick country accent. Arthur was a small man, probably around sixty, with salt and pepper hair. Lastly, Clarence was an older black man, probably closer to seventy than sixty, with a kind smile who greeted James enthusiastically.

"It's a pleasure to have you with us, James," Clarence said, "Richard insisted you join us tonight, so you better play well so you don't let him down." Clarence laughed, indicating he was clearly messing with James.

James laughed at the joke as well. "I'll do my best, but I'm happy to be here. I'm always up for a good game of poker," James answered.

"I don't know how good of a game it will be, but at least it lets me drink and smoke without any nagging," Cliff said as he glanced at his watch.

"This is almost everyone, but Ben is going to be late," Richard interjected. "Ready to get started? We can keep shooting the shit while we play."

"Yeah, let's do it. I've been itching to get some of my money back after last time," Arthur said with a chuckle. Richard led them to a back room with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the river. A round table had been set up in the middle of the room with cards and chips already stacked for each player.

Hank whistled as he looked around. "Hell of a nice place to play."

"I think it's clear how good of taste Richard has," Clarence agreed with a glance back to the room they had just left. James wasn't sure but suspected the man may have been referring to Sophie. He had noticed each of the men glancing in her direction whenever they had a chance.

As they were getting started, Sophie came into the room and approached the table. James saw all eyes go to his gorgeous wife. The dress really did an amazing job of highlighting her fit body and slender figure. The dress was made of very thin material and left little to the imagination. The older men weren't ashamed to gawk at her and of course had no idea she was his wife. He thought about what Sophie had said to him a few minutes earlier. Whatever happens, she had said. It was all on him. James watched her, knowing that he wanted to see where this went no matter what.

"Can I get anyone a drink?" she asked the group without showing any of the awkwardness of the situation. She had a hand on her hip as she looked around the table at each of the men in turn.

"I'll take a whiskey, neat," Hank answered first, leaning back in his chair casually. The rest of them followed him and quickly gave her their requests. Sophie had worked as a waitress in college and put those skills to good use as she listened attentively without needing to write anything down.

"Coming right up. You boys have fun," she said in a surprisingly playful voice. He hadn't known what to expect when he came tonight, and after what she had said to him earlier, he had worried she would seem cold or nervous. But Sophie was putting on an Oscar-worthy performance so far. The entire table was transfixed as they watched her strut back to the bar to get their drinks. Her walk seemed far more sensual than normal as her hips swayed side to side with each step. Maybe it was just the stilettos, or maybe she was already trying to get their attention. Either way, nobody looked away until she was out of sight.

"Richard, I've been dying to ask, where did you find this girl?" Cliff asked, gesturing in Sophie's direction.

"Ha, you wouldn't believe me if I told you," Richard laughed with his loud voice. James couldn't help but notice that it seemed that he wasn't the only one enjoying their reactions to Sophie.

"What a fucking body," Arthur said as he watched her move around the bar inside. "I'd say that I miss the days of my wife looking like that, but none of them ever looked half that good."

"Did you see those tits?" Cliff asked, still drooling over her. James could feel his cock react as he listened to them. "She looked good the first time I saw her, but damn, that dress tonight is something else."

"Her tits are hard to miss in that dress. You think they're real?" Hank asked in his thick country accent.

"If they're not, they cost a fortune," Arthur answered. "Any surgeon that could do that is an artist."

"What do you think, James?" Cliff asked him with a nudge and a smirk.

"Yeah, she's gorgeous," he answered after a moment of trying to get his dry mouth to make the sounds he needed.

Clarence had started shuffling the cards so he could deal for the first hand. "She's certainly a lovely young lady," he added as if he was just a kindly grandfather. His answer almost made James laugh as it was so out of place among the rest of the conversation.

"Understatement of the fucking year. She's so fucking sexy," Cliff answered him. "How old is she?" he asked Richard.

"She can't be more than twenty-five," Hank said as he looked in her direction again. James knew that he should try to join in the conversation to fit in, but so far he was just caught up in listening to the men discuss his wife so candidly.

"Barely older than my youngest," Arthur added as he shook his head.

"No offense Arthur, but none of your daughters look fucking anything like that," Cliff said back to him, drawing laughter from the rest of the men at the table. Even James joined in as he started to relax a little around the other men. The awkwardness of everything was fading as he accepted his role in the evening.

"Fuck you, Cliff," Arthur said back to him, but he seemed to take the joke well.

"Are we going to play or what?" Richard said, trying to move them along. Each of the men already had chips in front of them and James had quickly counted and saw that they were for the full amount of the buy in. He had never played poker with such a large amount of money and he could feel his nerves kicking in as his adrenaline surged.

Clarence started dealing and the group's attention locked in on the game. The first hand, James didn't have anything decent, so he folded early. Richard went a little further before folding as well. Not the best start, but plenty of time left.

James took a few deep breaths to try to keep himself relaxed as the second hand was being dealt. The sudden head turns of the men at the table told him that his wife had come back into the room. He couldn't help but watch their faces as Sophie walked in and set down the tray of drinks.

He took his own and took a heavy drink to calm his nerves.

"Thank you, darling," Hank said with a practiced politeness as he took his drink from Sophie, his eyes already drinking in the young woman in front of him. Hank had a certain charm to him and was objectively more handsome than any of the other men, mostly because he significantly younger than most of them.

"You're very welcome," Sophie answered with a smile and walked around the table to bring Richard and Arthur their drinks. Hank watched her ass sway side to side as she walked by him. James didn't know if his heart was racing more from the game or from watching the men leer at her.

Richard took his drink from Sophie. "Thanks, sweetheart," Richard said, followed by a loud SMACK as he slapped James' wife's ass right there in front of the entire table.

James nearly spit out his drink but managed just barely to catch himself. He held his breath as he watched Sophie to see how she would react, but to his shock, she didn't do anything but answer him like it hadn't happened. "Of course," Sophie said in a sultry voice. He quickly looked around at the other men, noting that Hank's eyebrows were raised, Cliff's jaw was nearly on the floor, and Arthur had a small smile on his face. Even Clarence seemed to have suddenly become interested.

After handing out the last of the drinks, she walked back out of the room, leaving them to play and talk.

"Goddamn, Richard!" Cliff said. "You're hitting that?"

"Bullshit," Hank said while looking back at his cards.

"No bullshit, I'd say odds are she'll be bent over this table later tonight helping me celebrate taking all of your money," Richard laughed with a pointed look directly at James. He could feel the heat on his face as Richard told him exactly what he wanted for later that night. James felt his cock rise as he thought about it. Had Richard said something to Sophie earlier to make her concerned that more would happen tonight?

"You'd tell us if this table had been used for that before, right?" Arthur asked as he picked his arms up off the table and inspected it. James had a decent hand, but he was still feeling out the other men and folded when Hank pressed him rather than risking a larger sum of money.

"Well, don't leave us wondering," Cliff said, "Tell us what she's like in bed. Do you know how long it's been since I've fucked a woman that looked like that?"

"I'm sure you've never fucked anyone that looks like that," Arthur said, no doubt a sharper barb because of Cliff's comment about his daughters.

"Let's actually play and maybe I'll tell you what she's like," Richard told the other men. The next hand was dealt out before Richard would say anything more, but the other men didn't forget about the question.

"Well?" Arthur asked, looking at Richard.

"What do you want to know?" Richard asked them, making the men think about their questions while he played the game.

"Is she a real freak?" Cliff asked. "She looks like she would be a freak." James' cock felt like it was about to explode as he listened to them talk about her.

Richard laughed, "She definitely loves cock, that's for sure. Practically begs for it once you start fucking her." James watched everyone's reactions to that, but it was Clarence's he found the most interesting. He didn't show much of an expression, but he was listening as intently as any of the other men.

Hank spoke next, "In my experience, sometimes the really gorgeous ones think they don't need to do anything but lie there. But I can't say I've ever been with a woman that looked that good either."

"Shit," Arthur said quietly. "I don't even remember what a twenty-six-year-old pussy feels like anymore."

Richard answered Hank, ignoring Arthur's comment. "Shit, not this one. She fucks like she loves it."

"She's tight yeah? Damn, I know she's got a tight pussy just from looking at her," Cliff added.

"Well, her pussy is the best I've ever had. So tight I can barely get it in and once I do, feels like it's milking me the entire time. Like its desperate for cum," Richard elaborated. James didn't miss the fact that Richard was talking like it hadn't been a one time event. He wasn't saying it in the past tense. James didn't believe that Sophie had been with him since then, but the way Richard was saying it... doubt had entered his mind.

"Fuck, does she have any friends?" Cliff asked and the table busted into laughter as they kept playing.

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Richard folded again with a sigh. They had been playing for nearly an hour and he was down several thousand now, while James was up only up a few hundred. They certainly weren't doing well despite the amount of attention that the men were paying to Sophie as she strutted around, getting drinks for anyone who needed something.

The lewd banter about his wife had continued but tended to die down whenever she entered the room. She was playing her part well, very well. Sophie would lean on the table when she would stop to talk to them, giving the men across the table a look right down her cleavage and the ones beside her a great view of her ass. The men had started to flirt with her subtly and, a couple of times even complimented her looks. Hank even gave her a tip for bringing him a drink after he won a large pot of chips.

Richard looked at James tensely for a few moments. They both knew that things weren't going quite how they had imagined it. Finally, Richard spoke. "Sophie, come here." His wife had been close to leaving the room but stopped and came back to the table.

"Yes, Richard?" she asked, a faint look of uncertainty on her face that James doubted anyone else would pick up on. She was doing a good job of maintaining her own poker face.

"I think it's safe to say that all of these old men have been staring at you all night. Do you think they like what they see?" he asked her directly. James could feel the awkwardness at the table while he waited for her to answer. Her emerald eyes were fixed on Richard for a moment as she decided how to answer.

"I think so," she answered. Richard turned back to the other men at the table.

"She thinks! Honey, do a spin and let the men tell you what they really think about you," Richard continued. James watched from his seat on the far side of the table.

Sophie slowly turned, giving them a view of her entire body as she did. Her dress had also ridden up over the course of the night, showing off her long, toned legs, but she had stopped pulling it down like she was doing early in the night.

"Gorgeous," Hank said as his eyes looked her up and down.

"That's not what you said earlier, Hank," Richard told him. "She deserves to know."

"Uh," Hank said, pausing.

"You've got a hell of a fucking body," Cliff interjected. He had been by far the boldest with his comments all night, so it didn't surprise. James watched Sophie blush at that comment.

"Now that's more like it," Richard said with a smile spreading across his face. This seemed to really get the other men going as they all added comments and praises for her looks while James sat watching in silence.

"You've all agreed how lovely Sophie is, but perhaps you'd be willing to tip the young lady for a little more... entertainment," Richard continued. James' heart started racing again. He didn't know what Richard had in mind, but he watched as Sophie seemed to be standing even more confidently than before after the comments about her.