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QuillAndInk
For Pen and Paper!
- Joined
- Aug 3, 2015
"Deal."
Andrew tossed the keys to his beach-home onto the table. There was a soft gasp from the other guys, who were all sitting back and enjoying beers as they watched Andrew and Richard face off.
Andrew, at 28, was the youngest member of the group. He was the quiet, shy type - the only single, unmarried man there and one that seemed to slide by with little fanfare. 5'10", he had short dark hair and was a slim guy, if not fit, though he didn't workout. He was an IT Manager and owned his own home, which was just down the street. Weekly poker night at Richards house was the normal thing for the guys on the block to do. The money bet was always low - no one was looking to be put into financial difficulty - but Richard did seem to come out on top more often than not.
Andrew, on the other hand, had never won. Tonight, though, tonight he had been on a roll. Usually the first one out, he was now the last one standing. Something about him seemed to irk Richard, the 40 year old man being more brazen than usual. He was verbally challenging Andrew, trying to throw him off his game, and had just bet his wife - his best counter to Andrews second home, a beach front property a few hours drive away down at the coast. The other men were stunned into silence, jaws dropping as Andrew laid down his winning hand.
Richards face paled and he slid back from the table before standing up. He turned around and made his way upstairs. Courtney, his wife, was surely wearing the sexy lingerie she put on during poker night, waiting for her 'champion' to come upstairs and claim his prize. Tonight, though, she was going to be the prize of another man.
"Honey..." Richard starts. "...I....uh...lost you in a bet. Andrew...Andrew owns you for the week, so uh, you've got 15 minutes to pack some clothes and get dressed. Uh, a deal is a deal...but if you don't want to go through with this, I am sure I can make some other bargain with him."
Andrew tossed the keys to his beach-home onto the table. There was a soft gasp from the other guys, who were all sitting back and enjoying beers as they watched Andrew and Richard face off.
Andrew, at 28, was the youngest member of the group. He was the quiet, shy type - the only single, unmarried man there and one that seemed to slide by with little fanfare. 5'10", he had short dark hair and was a slim guy, if not fit, though he didn't workout. He was an IT Manager and owned his own home, which was just down the street. Weekly poker night at Richards house was the normal thing for the guys on the block to do. The money bet was always low - no one was looking to be put into financial difficulty - but Richard did seem to come out on top more often than not.
Andrew, on the other hand, had never won. Tonight, though, tonight he had been on a roll. Usually the first one out, he was now the last one standing. Something about him seemed to irk Richard, the 40 year old man being more brazen than usual. He was verbally challenging Andrew, trying to throw him off his game, and had just bet his wife - his best counter to Andrews second home, a beach front property a few hours drive away down at the coast. The other men were stunned into silence, jaws dropping as Andrew laid down his winning hand.
Richards face paled and he slid back from the table before standing up. He turned around and made his way upstairs. Courtney, his wife, was surely wearing the sexy lingerie she put on during poker night, waiting for her 'champion' to come upstairs and claim his prize. Tonight, though, she was going to be the prize of another man.
"Honey..." Richard starts. "...I....uh...lost you in a bet. Andrew...Andrew owns you for the week, so uh, you've got 15 minutes to pack some clothes and get dressed. Uh, a deal is a deal...but if you don't want to go through with this, I am sure I can make some other bargain with him."
