Sorry for the long silence, we had some major issues, as you can imagine, they come with the field. But we are back with some interesting new stories of our recent sexy poker evening! We have a new permanent female dealer, she is called Suzanne, amazing girl from the south of France, and she has it all. The curves, the style, the brains and my god, she is tall. The legs are amazing, but too bad for our contestants they are usually perfectly hidden away under the table. But don’t drown in fear, the rest of her amazing body isn’t.
So first things first, where did we meet this amazing specimen of female greatness? We actually found her when playing in some mid stakes games in Paris. Though it wasn’t at the tables that we found her, it was at an after party in the crazy Parisian suburbs. She was dancing in a corner with 2 friends, and between me, Mr. Think, Mr. Big Pickle and the threesome it was instant love. We started dancing, talking and convinced them to see our underground casino (Mr. Big Pickle took care of the convincing part). There we played a few heavenly hands, heavenly not because of the amazing plays, but because of Suzanne, who offered to deal the whole evening instead of buy in, since she was short on cash.
She wasn’t unskilled, in other words, she was faster than the speed of light, flung cards better than the professional dealer the night before. We played 20 rounds or so, before the kissing started. The rest of the story is a mish mash of events we swore never to talk about in public, so sadly this little story ends here, but it was great. Only sad thing was that Miss S. didn’t partake, but that only adds to the mystery doesn’t it?
This Friday the first new Sexy Poker evening gets started, which is a real relief for us. We are looking forward to the first review, as I’m sure you all are!
At 20:00 our first guests arrived; Silke was already seated and prepped, she decided to keep on her socks, since the floor was quite cold, but all the rest of her clothes were removed. It was actually quite interesting to see; a beautiful Sri Lankese woman, in her socks, dealing the cards and sorting the chips. It was the first time ever that one person dealt the cards the whole night; the first time we had a professional poker dealer, and an almost naked one to boot.
The first one to come in was Mr. Think. He saw me and Mr. V already on the table, laughing with some chips and some cards, and came to me and slapped me on the face, not as hard, mind you, since Mr. Think is not the most muscular man, but instead has a little too many in his head for my liking; at least on the poker table. He slapped me because of my crazy idea to organize these sorts of sexy poker evenings; he does this kind of thing. Mr. Think sat himself next to the dealer and me, and immediately started a conversation with her, smooth as he always is with the ladies, and asked her for 50 EURO’s in chips, the usual buy in and already gave a 1 EURO tip to Silke. Along with a lot of laughing and cursing, Mr. Think couldn’t believe this was really happening, but was happy to play!
The rest of the invitees came in, and the game of sexy poker could begin, everyone was acting a little tense and crazy, understandable, no one ever tried this sort of thing. But what the heck, maybe it wouldn’t even change anything. Maybe it would just be another poker evening, with the word sexy in front. Maybe everything would go haywire, and we would all die because of the fact that Silke was an undercover mafia agent and wanted to protect their illegal copyright? Oh well, we would have to live it. We would have to try to understand the new social rules in such a crazy game.
The first had that was dealt, immediately made clear that the size of the chest of our dealer, was adequate to cause a high degree of wiggling while dealing the cards around the table; which was cause for some giggles to surface, even from Silke herself. We began with an Omaha hand, and I got my signature hand, the best hand in the game. What are the chances? My evening couldn’t dissapoint anymore.
At 17.00 Silke, our poker dealer, showed up, usually we want our poker dealers to arrive somewhat early, since most of them are not that skilled in dealing cards. But this time it went quite smoothly, since she already had a lot of experience at the poker tables and we had already seen her in action! This night, however, would prove a lot more challenging for her, as you know; we do not have the same rules as an average underground poker game. No, we have sexy poker evenings. She would have to deal cards in a way that wouldn’t involve a lot of clothing nor any shyness. Dealing in a poker game however, is quite profitable, as your players might be very generous with tips when they win a big pot and you usually get a standard rake (percentage) from the pot.
When you are without clothes, I think the profit from dealing can soar! But we will have to see what our poker evening brings. At least we have our strict rules and guidelines, which will help us in protecting Silke’s integrity while at the same time providing pleasure for the eyes of our esteemed poker guests.
At around 17.30, after an initial conversation. We played a small poker game with her as a dealer, at first she would just be topless and after a few hands she showed that she didn’t have any problem with executing her profession as a poker dealer and at the same time having her breasts roam free through the room. She would continue to undress herself as she grew more and more confident. Me and Mr. V would try to keep our eyes of her, as is stated in the rules, but Mr. Big Pickle didn’t have such an easy time. And as we had a harder time than expected, we were a little scared that our guests wouldn’t be able to respect our dealer. She was just, so intoxicating and self-assured. It was baffling. But we knew this poker game would, in the future, be one of the best and craziest memories we would ever have.
And perhaps, in the future, this could become a real classy game; we just have to get through the initial, awkward stages of Sexy Poker.