Nikki’s step-father taught her well. Her word is her bond. Never welch on a bet. And dress up real sexy and provocative, stand beside him during poker games, and drive all the other players to distraction. But sometimes other players have plans of their own. Will Nikki be able to escape Big Joe’s wicked, sexy plans for her shapely body? Or will the dangerously handsome bookie get his way, and make Nikki do wet, wild, and wicked things to him and his friends? Warning: Explicit consensual sex, oral, anal, multiple partners, ménage a trios, which could be too hot to handle for some readers. This is a great story if you want a fun erotic romp. Snippet: I managed to tear my eyes off that royal flush, and look Big Joe in the eyes. He looked so smug and victorious. He looked eager to begin. “No. Take off the top, Nikki.” I’d never welched on a bet in my life. Daddy taught me that was bad. My word had to be set in stone, and it was, too. I slowly pulled my stretchy top up over my head, then fluffed out my hair. Gus groaned, long and longingly, as he stared raptly at my naked tits. Frank’s jaw dropped. Big Joe stared at my chest and licked his lips. “Holy smoke, that’s a great pair of knockers,” Gus said. His hands rose up a bit, like he was going to reach out and grab my tits. Fortunately, for him, he caught himself and pulled back. “Better than I imaged.” I tried to ignore Gus and Frank. Yeah, Frank was staring just as hard and hungrily as Gus, but he was just better at keeping his cool. You know, like mafia wise guys. I dropped my top on the kitty. “Happy, Big Joe? Or should I call you ‘Master’ now?”