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Subject: {ASSM} Double Dealing (MFFM, reluc)
Date: Mon, 28 Apr 2003 13:10:03 -0400
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Double Dealing
by Vulgar Argot
(MFFM, reluc)

Author's note: This is definitely more stroke material than what I've been
writing of late. But, I happen to think it is very good stroke material.

"When did you get so good at poker?" muttered Sebastian as he stripped off
his undershirt.

"I don't know," said Michelle, "When did you start working out?"

"About a year ago," said Sebastian, "as I recall, you accused me of becoming
a musclehead at the time." As he said it, he looked over at Devon,
Michelle's new beau, for any sign of a reaction. It was hard to tell by fire
and latern light, but there was no sign, positive or negative. He kept his
head down, concentrating on shuffling the cards, an effort made more
difficult by the three or four beers he had consumed during the night.

Sebastian liked Devon a lot, particularly for Michelle. He was strong and
quiet and seemed to know how to handle her. When Sebastian had talked to
him, he'd seemed whip smart. Normally, a guy like that wouldn't have a
chance in hell with Michelle. She would fuck him once, then get bored, off
to find the next dysfunctional psychopath who could screw up her life.

But, Devon was smart. Sebastian hadn't realized how smart he was until
Michelle told him what Devon did that drove her so crazy.

"He won't fuck me," she'd exclaimed in frustration.

"Excuse me?" asked Sebastian. At the time, they were sitting on the front
porch of Sebastian's family hunting lodge, sharing a cup of coffee and
watching the sunrise. Devon and Sakura were still sound asleep in their
respective beds.

"He's driving me crazy," said Michelle, "He's a virtuoso with his tongue. I
know he's not impotent. I can get a rise out of him just by pressing my ass
against him. But, he refuses to fuck me."

Sebastian thought about the idea. Michelle was damned near impossible to
refuse anything. But, sex would be particularly difficult. She was not
conventionally beautiful, her mouth being unusually wide and full-lipped,
hinting at some African ancestry. And, while her body was thin and athletic,
her breasts would barely be a handful. Still, she always seemed to have a
horde of men gathered around her like puppy dogs, eager to do her bidding.

"Is he gay?" Sebastian asked. He knew how cliched the question was, but it
had actually been the problem the one time he could remember a man turning
Michelle down.

"If he is, he's a lesbian," said Michelle, "Did I mention his tongue? It's
amazing. He can actually lick my G spot and that's all the way.."

Sebastian raised his hands, "More information than I need."

"Sorry," said Michelle, taking a long sip of her coffee.

"Besides," admitted Sebastian, "I know where your G spot is. You talked
about it at length when Jeff Majors found it."

"I didn't talk about it that much," protested Michelle.

"You wrote poetry about it," said Sebastian.

"I did?"

Sebastian nodded, "And read it to me over the phone. It was a rather
formative moment in my adolesence."

"Why does he think I invited him to join me up here?" asked Michelle,
switching back to the original topic.

Sebastian shrugged, "We've only been here one night."

"Yeah," said Michelle, "and he told me he was too tired from the drive."

"Well," said Sebastian, "It was a seven-hour drive."

"I wasn't too tired," said Michelle.

"So," asked Sebastian, "why are you still with him? It's been like six weeks
already."

"I know," said Michelle, "He's just so sexy. And that tongue."

Sebastian didn't answer. He wasn't a conniseur of such things, but he
thought he could name at least a half dozen of Michelle's previous lovers
who had been sexier.

Later, Sebastian had had a chance to talk to Devon alone. Michelle and
Sakura were out taking a nature walk while Sebastian did a property
inspection. Devon had volunteered to collect and cut firewood. When
Sebastian came around the cabin to check the status of the generator, he'd
seen that Devon had already collected and cut a fairly large number of round
logs.

"That should be enough," said Sebastian, "if you want to start splitting
it."

Devon took a flannel rag out of his back pocket and wiped the thin sheen of
sweat off of his face, neck, and shoulders, "I think I'll take a break for a
bit, then. I'd rather wait until the girls get back from their walk. It's
more fun to split wood if you're being ogled."

"Shit," said Sebastian, crouching by a meter on the side of the cabin.

"What's up?" asked Devon.

"My brother," said Sebastian, "he must have come up here and used the cabin
a few times without telling anyone. The tank for the generator is
practically empty."

"How big a deal is that?" asked Devon.

"Not that big," said Sebastian, "I can get a truck up here by tomorrow to
fill it. We'll just have to avoid using any unnecessary electricity until
they get here. If the generator runs all the way to empty, it'll suck any
sediment collected in the bottom of the tank into the fuel filter and that
will be a real pain."

"Want me to go in and turn everthing off?" asked Devon.

"I'll take care of it," said Sebastian, "We're probably going to need more
firewood now. Those space heaters are fuel pigs. Shit. I just realized. If
my brother didn't tell anyone he was here, the chimneys in the bedrooms are
probably clogged with soot. It'll take hours to get them clean enough to
use."

"Is there any reason we couldn't all sleep in the living room for one
night?" asked Devon, "I imagine if you really built up the main fireplace,
it would get quite toasty in there."

"Hmmm," said Sebastian, "Don't you and Michelle want some privacy?"

Devon laughed, "Putting her off one more night won't kill her. She'll
probably blame me for arranging it, though."

Sebastian nodded thoughtfully. Devon laughed again, "Don't tell me this is
news to you. I hadn't known Michelle for twenty-four hours before she warned
me about you."

"Warned you about me?" Sebastian asked.

Devon's voice rose to a falsetto and a passable impression of Michelle's
cadences, "You have to understand about Sebastian. He's my best friend," He
held up two crossed fingers, "Like this. Muy simpatico. We talk about
everything. Everything."

Sebastian laughed, "She hasn't seen you do that, has she?"

"Dear God, no," said Devon, "Not yet, anyway."

Sebastian led Devon back into the house, "You seem really serious about
her."

"Yeah," said Devon, "I like her a lot."

Sebastian didn't say anything as he went from room to room checking
switches.

"Well," said Devon, "this is an uncomfortable silence. Is there something
you want to ask me?"

"I was just wondering why..." Sebastian didn't know how to phrase it
tactfully.

Devon mercifully said, "Tell me. You know her. If I'd slept with her the
first chance I got, would I be here today?"

Sebastian shrugged, "I don't know. You might be."

Devon said, "Fair enough. I appreciate your desire not to tell tales out of
school. But, I got the distinctive sense that I would never see her again if
I took what she was offering. The funny thing was that I went to the party
looking for a quick hook-up. But..."

Sebastian nodded, "She's been known to have that effect."

Up in the loft, Devon said, "Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Shoot," said Sebastian.

"Why didn't you ever..." Devon looked uncomfortable.

Sebastian chuckled, "I've known Michelle since I was twelve and she was
eleven. It wasn't really an option at that point. She...matured a bit faster
than I did. By the time I would have been ready, she was dating my big
brother..."

"The one who used up all of the fuel and clogged the chimneys?" asked Devon.

"He's not that bad," said Sebastian, "He just has these bouts of
irresponsibility sometimes. There was probably a woman involved. At least, I
hope it was just one."

Devon chuckled, "So, what about after that? You and Michelle?"

"She's my brother's ex-girlfriend," said Sebastian, "That would be really
weird. Could you imagine knowing that your brother had once slept with your
wife?"

"Wife?" asked Devon, "Who said anything about a wife?"

"Anybody home?" called Michelle from downstairs.

"Let's go give them the bad news," said Sebastian, sliding down the ladder
that led down from  the loft before Devon could comment.

As it turned out, Michelle and Sakura didn't seem bothered by the
inconvenience."

"It will be like a slumber party," said Sakura.

Michelle frowned, "What about showers?"

Sebastian considered the question, "It should be fine to run one space
heater in one of the smaller bathrooms for a while. The temperature is
supposed to drop precipitously tonight, though. So, we should probably get
started on those now."

"I'll go last," said Devon, "I'm liable to work up a sweat splitting those
logs. I should get back to work on that."

"I still have to call for the fuel truck," said Sebastian.

"Why don't you go first, then," said Michelle to Sakura, "I'm going to enjoy
the sunset."

While Sebastian arranged for the truck, he started making some stovetop
coffee on the Franklin stove. By the time he was done, the coffee was, too.
He made up a couple of mugs and brought one out to Michelle, sitting out on
the back part of the wraparound porch. Tracing her line of sight, he saw
Devon, outlined against the reds, purples, and pinks of the setting sun, the
musculature of his arms and chest clear even in silhouette.

"Enjoying the sunset?" he asked Michelle as he handed her the mug of coffee.

"Definitely," said Michelle emphatically.

"I like Devon," said Sebastian, sitting down next to her, "I realize that
it's probably the kiss of death to say so, but I really do."

"Oh, yeah," asked Michelle, "So, is this fuel emergency something you boys
cooked up between you to drive me into a sexual frenzy?"

"Yup," said Sebastian, "I get the international distribution rights for a
fight we've set up later between you and a grizzly bear."

Michelle laughed, "Bring him on." She took a deep sip of the coffee, "This
tastes different from what you usually make."

"I made it on the stove," said Sebastian.

Michelle made a face, "Not that recipe with the eggshells, I hope."

"Lord, no," said Sebastian, "I believe you made clear your feelings about
that method the last time I tried it. I just used the strainers we have for
loose tea."

Michelle eyed the coffee suspiciously before taking another sip. Then, she
laughed, "God, that was a funny year. Who did I bring that year?"

"Veronica," said Sebastian without a pause, "You wanted to bring her and
Jeff, but I insisted you pick one."

"Right," said Michelle, "And you brought...oh, the one whose name sounded
like a candle."

"Petronella," said Sebastian.

"Oh, yeah," said Michelle, "the Valkyrie. Whatever happened to her?"

Sebastian shrugged, "We were never that serious. She wound up hooking up
with a drummer in a speed metal band. We went out for a while after that,
but the thrill of having her own real live accounting student seemed to pale
a bit in comparison."

"See?" asked Michelle, "If she'd just held on two more years, she would have
a real live accountant."

"And then," said Sebastian, chuckling, "the thrill ride would never end."

"So, CPA," said Michelle, "You think we can do this again next year?"

"I don't know," said Sebastian, "I don't think Proffet and Horton has a
winter semester break. I'll have to see how the vacation time works out."


"Pshaw," said Michelle, "by this time next year, you'll probably have a wife
and a passel of babies to spend your vacation with."

"I haven't done the math," said Sebastian, "but, I'm pretty sure it takes
longer than a year to come up with a passel."

"Still," said Michelle, "This could be the last time we get to do this. Next
year, you'll be in Austin. I'll still be in school. We'll be getting on with
our lives."

Sebastian found himself getting a little bit choked up by the idea and
quickly changed the subject, "So," he asked, "what do you think of Devon?"

"He seems like a nice enough guy," said Michelle, shrugging, "But, I doubt
we have much of a future. He's too much of a gentleman. Sometimes a girl
just wants to feel like a slut, you know?"

"Erm," said Sebastian. He took a sip of his coffee before changing the
subject, "So, what do you think of Sakura?"

"She's bi, you know?" said Michelle.

"Michelle, you didn't!" exclaimed Sebastian.

"With your little kewpie doll?" asked Michelle, "I'm sure you'd love the
idea of the two of us having some hot, sweaty lesbo action during our nature
walk. But, it's fucking cold. Besides, she's too shy and reserved, not at
all your type. How do you put up with it?" She spun to face Sebastian, "And,
doesn't she know that Japanese girls are not supposed to have blonde hair?"

Sebastian shrugged. "It's a ganguro thing. I don't try to understand it." At
the same time, he chuckled. The chuckle was for Michelle's consistent
inability to read people. Sebastian didn't have the heart to tell her that
he hadn't been worried that Michelle would pounce on his new girlfriend
during their nature walk, but just the opposite. Sakura may appear as shy
and reserved if she didn't know you, but she was a whole different creature
in private. Sebastian also knew Michelle might take sure a statement as a
challenge and deliberately do something to demonstrate just how wild and
unpredictable she could be, as if anyone needed reminding.

Inside, he knocked on the bathroom door, "It's me."

"Sebastian," called out Sakura, "Come on in."

"I just wanted to know if you were done," called Sebastian through the door,
"No rush."

"You want to come wash my back?" asked Sakura.

Sebastian opened the door to the steam-filled room, made even hotter by the
space heater, "If we do that, there won't be enough hot water for Michelle
and Devon."

"Spoilsport," said Sakura, stepping out of the shower into her little wooden
sandals, "You get started. I get dressed. Too cold to dress in the bedroom."

Sebastian nodded. It was definitely getting colder. But, in here, it was so
hot that he just wanted to get out of his clothes. So, he did. Just as he
was about to step in the shower, Sakura came up behind him, placing a kiss
in the middle of his back, reaching around his waist and stroking his cock
with her fingertips. He stiffened instantly.

"Maybe I'll wash you back," she said hopefully.

"Gah," said Sebastian, not moving away, "Don't do that. If we're all
sleeping in the living room tonight, I'm not going to be able to get my
hands on you until tomorrow."

"I don't know," said Sakura, still stroking him, "We could get in a sleeping
bag together. I could be real quiet."

Sebastian grabbed her wrist, then the other one. Pinning them both to the
wall above her head in a single hand, he glared at her rakishly. As his hand
went to her cleavage, Sakura closed her eyes and shivered. When Sebastian
pinned her to the wall with his hips, his cock pressing against her belly,
she gasped.

Then, the hand in her cleavage moved to her ribs and started to tickle.
Sakura opened her eyes in shock and outrage.

"Nooo," she shrieked, "Stop."

"Scream all you want, little girl," said Sebastian wickedly, "No one can
save you."

"Help," begged Sakura, "please."

Sebastian released her wrists and backed off, "Now, behave."

Sakura glowered at him, then stuck out her tongue. Sebastian leaned down and
kissed her on the mouth. Then, he got in the shower.

Sebastian kept his shower as brief as possible. The hot water heater really
wasn't meant to support four showers in a row. Once he was clean and
dressed, he went outside to find Michelle.

He found her where he had left her. Now, Sakura was sitting with her.
Chattering along like a couple of magpies, they were both watching Devon
split logs. Sebastian could see it had gotten cold enough for codensation
from Devon's breath to be clearly visible, but he still worked without a
shirt.

"Your turn," said Sebastian to Michelle.

"Devon," called Michelle, "It's our turn for a shower."

Devon looked down at the axe in his hands. He had gotten a rhythm going and
looked loathe to stop.

"You'd better go," called Sebastian, "The mercury's dropping fast and I
don't know what do for frostbitten nipples."

Devon came bounding up the steps. He handed Sebastian the axe, "Would you
store that, please?"

"Sure," said Sebastian. He stood up, opened the seat he'd been sitting on,
and put the axe away. When he sat back down again, Devon and Michelle were
gone.

"Shoot," said Sebastian, "I meant to tell them there wasn't a lot of hot
water left."

Sakura sat down next to him, putting her arms around his neck and pulling
her feet onto the bench, "It would just make them rush." She kissed him on
the mouth, tangling her hand in his long, black hair. Sebastian's hands went
to her bottom, stroking it. Sakura sighed contentedly and reached for his
fly.

"Whoa," said Sebastian, "It's already too cold for that and it's just going
to get colder."

Sakura pouted and pulled her hand away, "You're no fun today."

"Oh, yeah?" asked Sebastian. He spun her so that she was laying with her
shoulders on his lap. His hand slid down her body, undoing the top button of
her pants. Then, he slid it inside.

"I thought you said..." Sakura started to protest. But, then, Sebastian's
finger was inside of her, stroking her clit. She closed her eyes and began
to make little mewling sounds, raising and lowering her hips to increase the
friction. Her whole body had just started trembling when Michelle's shriek
came, loud and clear, from inside the cabin.

Sebastian withdrew his hand from Sakura's pants and kissed some of the light
sheen of perspiration off of her forehead, "I think they just figured out
the hot water situation."

Sakura looked up and nodded contentedly before burrowing a little deeper
into Sebastian's arms.

"So," asked Sebastian, "were your parents really pissed when you told them
you weren't coming home for Christmas this year?"

"Not really," said Sakura, "It will save them a ton of money and they'll see
plenty of me once I come home in July to stay, at least until I get
married."

"I need to get that fire going," said Sebastian, somewhat abruptly.

Sakura nodded without opening her eyes, "You're right. It's freezing."

When he came into the living room, Michelle was standing in the living room
in a bathrobe, her long, black hair wet and bedraggled.

"You have...got...to get a bigger hot water heater," she said, scowling at
Sebastian. As Sebastian walked past her, she held up her thumb and
forefinger a quarter of an inch apart and mouthed, "I was this close."

"You should dry your hair," said Sebastian, "You don't want to get
pneumonia."

"Can I use the hair dryer?" asked Michelle.

"I'd really prefer you didn't if you could help it," said Sebastian, "The
refrigerator's running off of that tank. It's going to be pretty close,
depending on what time of day the truck gets here."

"I'll help you," said Sakura, "Just let me get some towels."

"I can make dinner tonight if you like," said Devon.

"Sounds good," said Sebastian, already picking up logs to build up the fire.

When he looked up from the fireplace, Sebastian sat, transfixed by the sight
of Sakura combing out Michelle's still-damp hair. Most of the sun had faded
from the sky and all but one latern was being used in the kitchen to cook
by. So, it was nearly pure firelight that flickered over the image of the
Japanese girl slowly and skillfully combing out his old friend's hair,
moving the comb at a slow, steady pace, her fingers raking behind, ready to
catch and release knots. Michelle was leaning back against Sakura, eyes
closed, mouth moving in such a way to suggest that she was enjoying the
process on a much deeper level than the sort of pleasure one normally got
from being well groomed. The way she lay, the front of her robe had fallen
open, not to reveal anything she couldn't have shown on a busy thoroughfare.
And, the dark shadows cast by the firelight hinted at far more than was
revealed.

Sebastian glanced over at Devon, who appeared equally transfixed by the
sight. Behind him, the big pasta pot looked ready to boil over. Sebastian
circled the outside of the room, coming up next to Devon.

"You might want to stir once in a while," Sebastian chided gently as he took
a wooden spoon and did just that.

"Sorry," said Devon, blinking, "I was...uh...Man, she is something, isn't
she?"

"She sure is," said Sebastian.

"You're a lucky guy, there," said Devon.

"Wait," said Devon, "You were talking about Sakura?"

"No," admitted Devon, "I meant Michelle. I would give anything to be as
close to her as you are."

"Ah," laughed Sebastian, "the impetuousnes of youth. Be careful what you
wish for."

Devon looked at him, "Aren't we the same age?"

"Perhaps," said Sebastian, "But, while I might be young in human years, I am
ancient in the ways of Michelle."

Michelle came trotting over, "I need to borrow a latern. My clothes are
still in the bedroom."

Sebastian nodded, "Dinner should be ready in about five minutes."

When she came out, Michelle managed to change in one corner of the room,
manipulating the bathrobe in such a way that she never exposed more flesh
than decency allowed. Again, the play of light and shadows turned the
process into a cabaret. Even Sakura watched the impromptu dance with keen
interest.

Then, dinner was ready. They ate vacuum-packed gourmet crab ravioli and
drank beer sitting on sleeping bags around a roaring fire. The laterns were
now arrayed on a long table behind the couches that made a semicircle around
the fireplace and poker table.

After they'd finished eating and stacking the dishes in the sink, they sat
staring into the fire, Sebastian and Devon with their backs against facing
couches, Sakura and Michelle in their respective arms. For a long time, they
just sat like that. no one speaking much, the occasional chaste kiss placed
on a head or a shoulder. Twenty feet away, it was freezing and snow had
started falling outside the windows. But, inside the circle of firelight, it
was practically sweltering. All four nursed beers against the heat.

"So," asked Michelle, "What should we do?"

"Get some sleep?" suggested Devon.

"Oh, come on," said Michelle, "Don't be such an old man. It's not even ten
p.m."

"So," asked Devon, scowling darkly at the old man comment, "What do you
suggest?"

"I know," said Michelle, leaping to her feet, "We could play strip poker."

No one spoke for a moment. Sebastian tried to cover up the awkward silence,
"No fair," he said, "I've already seen you naked."

All three heads turned to face him. Michelle's looked puzzled, "No you
haven't."

"Sure, I have," said Sebastian, "in those pictures your mother showed me.
You were very cute."

"I was two," said Michelle, "I've changed a little since then. I have tits
now."

"Such as they are," jousted Sebastian.

"Okay," said Sakura, "I'm game."

"Me, too," said Devon.

Michelle looked at Sebastian, her expression all-but-unreadable. Sebastian
thought he saw some devilishness there, but it may just have been a trick of
the firelight.

"Fine," said Sebastian, "I'll get the cards."

When Michelle recited the rules, Sebastian had the sneaking suspicion that
she had played before.

"Everybody gets a stack of twenty chips. Ante is one chip. Blinds are one
and two chips. You can bet as few as three chips or as much as you have in
front of you whenever you bet. If you run out of chips, you can get another
twenty by surrendering an article of clothing. Shoes are one article of
clothing. Socks are one article of clothing. None of this 'one sock' crap."

"If you try to cover up after you lose an article of clothing or engaging in
any other acts not in the spirit of strip poker, the other three players can
decide that you need to be assessed a penalty. Each may suggest a penalty,
but the ultimate form is dealer's choice. You can also accept a penalty for
more chips if you run out of clothes, but it is again dealer's choice."
Staring directly at Sakura, she said, "Anyone can chicken out at any time if
they get too uncomfortable. We'll only mock you for the rest of your life."

"Deal the cards," said Sakura, her face defiant.

Somewhere along the line, Sakura lost the look of defiance. Sebastian had
met her playing poker, but somehow the cards had not gone her way. She was
down to pants and underpants, her firm, round breasts hidden behind her arms
at the moment.

"And no covering up," said Michelle, smiling at Sakura, "Do it one more time
and I'm calling for a penalty."

Sakura lowered her arms, "Don't get so cocky. You haven't won yet."

She hadn't but the rules she'd chosen had left Michelle almost fully
clothed. Actually the first one to lose an article of clothing, she'd
defiantly started with her shirt. It was the only article she'd lost. After
that, she'd started accumulating chips and using them to bully the table. It
looked like she would be impossible to unseat without a major reversal of
fortune.

Devon, who had fared worst of all, being down to his boxers, said "The game
is baseball." Michelle and Sebastian both groaned.

"What?" asked Devon.

"What's with all the girlie wild card games?" asked Michelle, "Didn't they
play real poker where you grew up?"

"In Las Vegas?" asked Devon, grinning, "I think they play a little."

The deal passed around the table. Sebastian, who had lost socks, shoes, and
overshirt, accumulated a fair number of Michelle's chips when she tried to
bluff a busted straight.

When the deal got back to Michelle, she looked up from the deck, "A-ha," she
said, pointing at Sakura, "She's doing it again." Sakura guiltily dropped
her arms.

"Too late," said Michelle, "I declare a penalty is to be assessed."

"Can you do that?" asked Sebastian.

"Not by fiat," said Michelle, "We have to vote, the three of us."

"What form can the penalty take?" asked Sebastian nervously.

"Dealer's choice," said Michelle, "But, as I said, anyone can back out at
any time. So," she leaned towards Sebastian, "Say ye yeah or nay?"

"Nay," said Sebastian, not willing to look in her eyes.

"Blatant favoritism," opined Michelle, "Devon?"

"Well," said Devon, his grin broad, "She did break the rules."

Sebastian glared at him, but there wasn't much malice behind it.

"I vote yeah," said Devon.

"The penalty you recommend?" asked Michelle.

"Um," said Devon, "she could forfeit an article of clothing."

"She hasn't got much left to spare," said Michelle, "Sebastian?"

"Um," said Sebastian, looking at Sakura. She seemed amused by the whole
thing, "I guess she could forfeit half her stack."

"You both lack originality," said Michelle, "Sakura, as official
representative of the People's Republic of Strip Poker and Lord High Dealer,
I see that this is your first offense and will be merciful. I hereby
sentence you to give me a lap dance."

Sakura gave a little squeal of protest, "That's so self-serving."

"That is the will of the court," said Michelle, "Get to it, girlie."

Sakura stood up, "I submit to the will of the court."

Michelle pulled her chair back, "Excellent."

Sakura strutted around the table, behind Devon, obviously aware that every
eye in the room was rooted on her. Facing Michelle, she straddled the girl's
lap. Her hips began to rock back and forth in tempo to some unheard music.
Michelle's hands rested around her hips and bottom. When Michelle's hands
rose to her ribs, Sakura squealed and jumped off of her lap.

Michelle looked up, "That was not long enough to be a lap dance."

"I know," said Sakura, "You just tickled me."

"Well," said Michelle, "just in case." She reached into the drawer
underneath the dealer's area of the poker table and came out with a
three-minute sand timer.

"Okay," said Sakura, "but no tickling this time." For some reason, she was
glaring at Sebastian.

For the next three minutes, the only sounds were the crackle of the fire,
the whisper of snow on the window, and the soft whoosh-whoosh of denim on
denim as Sakura, turned away from Michelle now, undulated on her new
friend's lap. About halfway through her alloted time, she leaned back, her
head on Michelle's shoulder, her hips still rocking back and forth. Now,
Michelle's hands were firmly on Sakura's belly, as far away as they could be
from the sensitive ribs. With each undulation, they rose a little, though.
Sebastian and Devon watched them, not daring to breath, until on hand
crested the top of a breast, covering it.

Sakura reached up and slapped the hand away, "Don't make me call the
bouncer, sweetie," she said, "Besides, your time is up."

Everyone turned to look at the hourglass. It appeared to have been empty for
some time.

After that, the game turned much more serious. People played cutthroat.

"Shit," said Devon as he turned over the cards at the end of a game of
seven-card stud he'd dealt, revealing an extra face-down card that had been
stuck.

"That's definitely a penalty," said Sakura.

"Vote," said Michelle.

"Unquestionably," said Sebastian.

"My vote doesn't matter, then," said Michelle, "but I have to agree. Burn
him."

"Is that your suggestion for a penalty?" asked Sakura, "Because it seems a
little extreme."

"Hold on," said Devon, "I'm the dealer. Don't I get to pick the penalty?"

"You can't pick your own penalty," said Michelle, "Pass the deal. Let Sakura
decide."

"That wasn't in the rules," said Devon, "You're making them up as you go
along."

"It'sh common sense," said Michelle, "Give up the deck."

It was the first slur of the night. Sebastian reckoned that they were all
probably pretty buzzed by right now. It was after one a.m., but no one
showed any signs of flagging. But, due to the heat of the fire, they'd all
been drinking while they played and were pretty well buzzed.

Sakura took the deck, "All right. Suggestions?"

Sebastian said, "I want to see this tongue I've heard so much about."

Michelle actually had the good grace to blush when Devon glared at her, but
she was also laughing, "I've got to go with that. It's truly a work of art."

Sakura laughed, "I have no idea what you two are talking about, but I am far
too intrigued to avoid it, now. Devon, being that this is your first
offense, I will go easy on you. I want to see this mystery tongue of yours,
fully extended. Then, since it is the sacred duty of the court to serve its
own self interest, I want you to lick me with said appendage, first from my
navel to the tip of my chin, then from the base of my neck to the small of
my back."

Michelle clapped, "Now, you're getting the hang of it."

Devon looked at Sebastian inquiringly. Sebastian shrugged. So, Devon stuck
his tongue out and out...and out. It moved like a snake and, fully extended,
seemed to be double-jointed.

Sakura stood up, her knees seeming a little wobbly, unless it was a trick of
the light. Devon went down on one knee in front of her. Moving forward
slowly, he extended the tip of his tongue deep inside her navel. Sakura
sighed and arched her back. Devon chuckled and licked her, slowly, up her
stomach, past her ribs, up between her breasts, to her neck. She leaned her
head back and he worked his way all the way up to the tip of the chin.

Then, he stood behind her, again going down on one knee. Sakura gave
Sebastian a meaningful stare. The question was obvious: Are you okay with
this? Sebastian discovered that, not only was he okay with it, he was as
aroused as he could ever remember being.

As Devon's tongue worked its way down Sakura's spine, she leaned forward
until her breasts were pressed firmly against the felt. When he stood up
behind her, his hands still on her hips, Devon looked like he was mounting
her, just for a second. Sebastian wanted to let him. With the firelight and
the snow outside, it was like they were on another planet, untouchable by
the consequences of anything that happened tonight.

The game wound on. Sakura lost her pants. As she was stripping out of them,
Sebastian noticed something. In the chiarroscuro of the now-banked fire, he
couldn't be sure, so he watched carefully for it. Then, he was sure.

He waited for the deal to get around to Michelle again. It was draw poker,
so he waited until she was dealing his draw cards before he stopped her,
catching her wrist.

"I think," he said menacingly, "that a penalty needs to be assessed."

"What?" asked Devon, suddenly alert.

"Michelle is dealing to herself from the bottom of the deck," said
Sebastian, "That's why she suddenly got really good at poker all of a
sudden."

"I am not," said Michelle indignantly.

"No?" said Sebastian, "Then, let's see your hand. And, let's see the three
cards on the bottom of the deck."

"You're disrupting the hand," said Michelle, her tone desperate.

"Fine," said Sebastian, "If I'm wrong, I'll take a penalty myself. Your
choice. But, I'm not wrong, am I?"

Devon reached over and flipped over Michelle's face-down hand. It was a pair
of fours. Then, he took the deck from her hand. Flipping it over, he dropped
the three bottom cards on the felt. They were the other two fours and a
seven.

"Vote," said Sebastian, his voice ringing like a gavel.

"Guilty as hell," said Devon.

"No question," said Sakura, "Caught red handed."

"Sebastian, what penalty do you suggest?" asked Devon.

"I say she forfeits all her clothes," said Sebastian. He still hadn't let go
of her wrist.

"Hey," said Sakura, "I had to give a lap dance. I say she forfeits all of
her clothes and has to give each of us a timed lap dance."

"I can still back out, right?" asked Michelle, smiling nervously.

"No," said Sakura emphatically.

"It is the will of this court," said Devon gravely, "based on the heinous
nature of your crimes, that you forfeit all of your clothes. You may removed
your shoes and socks yourself. Each remaining article of clothing will be
removed for you by one of us. Then, you will give each of us a timed lap
dance."

Michelle looked back and forth among the three of them, "Guys..."

"Strip," said Devon.

Michelle sighed, then leaned down and stripped off her shoes and socks. When
she stood back up, Devon was behind her. He undid the snap of her bra. As he
pulled it off of her, his hands covered her small, firm breasts, massaging
them a little before letting them go. Michelle closed her eyes and sighed
with pleasure.

Then, Sakura slinked over to her. Standing in front of Michelle, so close
they were almost kissing, she undid the snap of Michelle's pants and
unzipped them. Then, her hands circled around Michelle's waist. When she
slid the pants down, she did it with her whole body. her hands flowing over
the curve of her. In the shadows, Sebastian couldn't see what she did with
her mouth, but Michelle shuddered in pleasure and bit her fist.

"There will be no further fist biting," said Devon, "or additional penalties
will be assessed."

Then, it was Sebastian's turn. He'd wanted Michelle for so long that it had
become a dull, background ache. It flared up now. Trembling almost as much
as she was, he stood directly in front of her, towering over her by almost a
foot. She tilted her head back, staring up at him with liquid black eyes.
Sebastian stared at them for a long moment, seeking any sign of betrayal or
pain. But, all he saw was anticipation and maybe a little bit of fear.

Going down on one knee so that he was face-to-face with her, he grasped the
sides of Michelle's panties. She closed her eyes. Emulating Sakura, he let
his whole body move as he stripped them off, his hands cupping and kneading
her ass and legs while he went, his face so close to her that his nostrils
were filled with the scent of her excitement. After she had stepped out of
the panties, he rose, trailing fingertips up the inside of her thigh,
pressing them gently against the entrance to her flesh as he passed the apex
of her legs with them. Michelle's knees gave way, but Devon was there to
catch her.

"Now," said Devon, leading her over to an overstuffed recliner, "The
lapdances."

Michelle sat on Devon's lap and immediately started to kiss him. Devon
grasped her hair, pulling her back away from the kiss and spinning her
around so that she faced away from him.

"Kissing up to the judge is not going to reduce your sentence," growled
Devon in her ear, "Now, dance for me."

Nodding, Michelle began to undulate, sliding up and down Devon's lap.
Sebastian began to realize that there was an art to the lapdance, one
Michelle was clearly learning as she went along. He made a mental note to
ask Sakura where she'd picked up such a skill.

Devon's hands stroked Michelle's belly, her arms, her legs, and finally her
breasts. Both were breathing shallowly now. Down to his boxer shorts, Devon
was soon poking out of them, his glans rubbing against Michelle on each
pass. She tried to impale herself on him, but he wiggled out of the way
again and again.

When the hourglass had run out, Sakura said, "My turn."

Devon rose, picking up Michelle in his arms as he went. Michelle wrapped her
arms around his neck and buried her head in his shoulder, like he was
rescuing her. But, a minute later, she was lowered into Sakura's lap, again
facing away.

As soon as she began to move, Sakura reached up and began to fondle
Michelle's breasts. She was much less gentle than Devon, squeezing and even
twisting the nipples, causing Michelle to cry out in pleasure.

"No," said Michelle, her body arching as Sakura pinched both nipples at
once, "too much."

Sakura let one hand float down to Michelle's belly, the other drifting
between her legs and stroking. Michelle began to moan loudly, writhing with
pleasure as Sakura's fingers expertly probed her depths. Her whole body was
shuddering now, the muscles in her legs and jaw taut, firelight reflecting
off of the sweat she was covered with.

For a long time, Sakura expertly molested her, groping stroking and teasing.
To Sebastian, it appeared that Michelle was having one continuous orgasm,
her whole body shaking violently. Sebastian glanced at the empy hourglass,
then at Devon. Devon put a finger to his lips and turned the hourglass over.

When Sakura finally rose from the chair, Michelle just slumped into it.
Devon lifted her roughly into the air.

"Your turn, chief," said Devon to Sebastian. He indicated the chair with a
head motion. Sebastian sat down. Devon placed Michelle almost delicately in
his lap, facing him.

By now, Michelle had really gotten the hang of lap dancing. She slid all
over Sebastian's lap, her hands stroking his chest. Sebastian's own hands
stroked her buttocks, her back, her shoulders, then ran down over her
breasts before landing on her inner thighs.

Michelle wrapped an arm around Sebastian's head, putting her breasts in his
face. She whispered his name, loudly enough for everyone in the room to
hear. But Sebastian found he was paralyzed. He couldn't touch her the way
she was begging to be touched. Michelle looked down at him. He looked up
with pleading and fear in his eyes. There was a momentary flash of
compassion in hers, then she pivoted on his lap, facing away from him.

Grinding herself into his groin, she reached up and very deliberately bit
her fist at Devon.

Devon's response was immediate, "Sakura, remove the prisoner's fist from her
mouth."

Sakura climbed up on Sebastian's lap, facing him and Michelle. Taking
Michelle's wrist, she pulled the hand to her side. Then, she leaned in and
kissed Michelle full on the mouth, grinding up against her, a lap dance
within a lap dance. As she did so, she took Sebastian's hand and guided it
between Michelle's thighs. Sebastian plunged his fingers into Michelle, who
spread her legs wider to allow them entrance.

"Oh, God," she cried out. Again and again, she cried it out. Sakura slid
down from the chair, kneeling in front of it, kissing Michelle's thighs and
Sebastian's hand until he moved it out of the way and she could slide her
tongue deep inside of Michelle.

Michelle bucked again until Sebastian grabbed her hips with his hands,
forcing her to hold still under the onslaught of Sakura's tongue. Michelle
was coming so hard that tears were rolling down her cheeks now.

Devon stepped up, naked now. Standing next to the chair, he took the back of
Michelle's head, driving it onto his cock. She sucked greedily, staring up
at him as he thrust against her throat.

In the meantime, Sakura had reached under Michelle and managed to undo
Sebastian's pants. Sebastian rose enough that she was able to strip them off
of him. When he came down, Michelle was poised, trembling, on his glans. He
grasped her hips again, driving her down onto his cock. Michelle arched like
she had been struck by lightning. Sebastian drove her hips up and down on
him. She cried out wordlessly at the pleasure of it.

Now, Sakura was sitting on Sebastian's lap again, balancing on his shoulder.
She took Devon's cock at the base and slid it out of Michelle's mouth,
kissing her passionately. When she came up for air, she was still holding
Devon's cock. She looked at Sebastian, the question obvious in her eyes.
Devon reached up with his free hand, taking the back of Sakura's head and
guiding it down on Devon's cock. She sucked it hungrily, her head rising and
falling in a fast rhythm. Devon wrapped both arms around the back of her
head, hugging her to him. It didn't take long for him to explode inside of
her mouth, a strangled cry of pleasure emerging from his lips.

Sakura stood to plant kisses on Devon's chest. When she did, Sebastian
lifted Michelle off of his lap, stood up, carried her to where the sleeping
bags were laid on the floor, and sat back down. When he lowered her onto
himself, it was to take her anally this time. As much as he'd pleasured her
so far, he knew from their long talks that this would break her.

Michelle came almost immediately as she sat, facing away from Devon, taking
him completely inside. Sakura crawled over on her belly, sliding her tongue
inside of Michelle from the front. Michelle clawed at the air as she came,
like a cat who couldn't reach her prey.

Devon came up behind Sakura, crawling on his belly as well. From the look on
her face and the mewling sounds she was making, Sebastian knew that Devon
must be getting at her with that magic tongue. Soon, Sakura lost the ability
to concentrate on what she was doing and sat up straighter, letting Devon
ravish her with his tongue. The sight almost made Sebastian come, but he
bore down and soon the urge had passed.

When Sakura finally rolled away, Devon slid forward. Spreading Michelle's
legs out to the sides, he took her from the front while Sebastian continued
to take her from the rear. As they whipsawed her back and forth, Sakura
crept up shakily and began kissing each of them in turn on the mouth.

Devon came inside of Michelle, a cry of pleasure ripping free from his
throat. As he slid out, Devon laid her flat on her back and began to pound
into her more vigorously. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing him
even deeper.

Devon and Sakura sat, trembling and staring at each other across the void of
three feet. Then, Sebastian reached out for her, drawing her to her feet,
kissing her, licking and stroking her all over. He was still half-erect when
she whispered in his ear, "Take me like you took her...both of you."

Devon pushed her back to the poker table, bent her over the felt, and
entered her anally, fully erect as soon as Sakura had spoken. He'd had such
mixed result with suggesting this act to other women in the past that he
hadn't broached the subject yet. So, this was new territory for him. He
pounded into her, shaking the table and spilling chips onto the floor.
Michelle was lying on her back, legs spread, too spent to even look up.
Devon watched them hungrily. Sebastian waved him over. Again, they repeated
their dance, this time with Sakura between them. She cried out over and over
again, begging them to fuck her harder and faster. Sebastian and Devon came
inside of her more or less simultaneously and the three sank to the floor
together. Michelle dragged herself across the sleeping bags until she was
wrapped around them too, one arm on Sebastian's neck, her mouth kissing his.

They fell asleep like that, naked, sprawled and tangled in front of the
fire, each touching all of the others. None of them bothered to climb into a
sleeping bag until well past dawn. None bothered to climb out until they
heard the fuel truck pull up and a knock on the door from the driver. When
Sebastian slid out of the bag and into his pants to stagger to the door, he
couldn't say for sure who had been in the bag with him. But, he decided that
at least for today, it didn't matter so much.

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