It finally happened. You were finally invited to poker night. Bubbling with excitement as Price guided you into Simon's flat with a hand on your lower back. Too excited to prove you actually belonged in the group to notice his hungry eyes on you.
You didn't wind up playing. Price insisted on 'teaching' you how to play. Shoving you beneath the table and sliding his cock down your throat. Occasionally tugging your hair to make you swallow him deeper. The heavy smell of his musk, mixed with cigar smoke and whiskey as the team played they're game.
Occasionally John would flick his cards towards you. Blowing a puff of smoke in your direction before asking.
"Whaddaya think, lovie? Raise?"
The whole table would laugh at your incoherent gurgling answer. John bucking his hips slightly just to watch you choke on him. Honestly it was probably a good thing none of them could hear your talk, you were so dizzy with arousal you'd likely say the wrong thing. And you wouldn't want it to seem like you didn't know how to play. Especially when they promised to let you sit at the table next time.
