by Bridy McAvoy
“Four months ago his business hit a little bit of a cash flow blip – didn’t it?”
Phil nodded.
“Nothing serious, you see, but a blip. Now because you wanted to start this business venture of your own, he didn’t want to jeopardize his reputation with the bank, right so far?”
Again Phil nodded; he still wouldn’t meet Amy’s eyes.
“So he needed to find fifty thou in a hurry just to tide him over for a few weeks until the money came back in. Now this is where my employer comes in. You see Mr. Green lends money to people in this situation no questions asked and he was very happy to help your husband wasn’t he?”
Phil looked at the floor and nodded yet again.
“Well; five weeks later, the money came rolling back in and Phil paid off Mr. Green the capital and all was well in the world except for the interest payment. You see Mr. Green makes risky investments and therefore charges his clients a high rate of interest you see so your husband still owed him ten thou.”
“That’s extortion!” Amy was incensed at what she was hearing but could see from Phil’s reaction that this was the truth.
“Mr. Green doesn’t like that word; Mrs. Adams. He gets quite annoyed with people who refer to him that way and after all he provides a service that people like your husband need from time to time. It’s a business arrangement and like any service provider he expects to pick up a fee for providing it.”
Amy subsided back into the chair.
“Now unfortunately your husband decided to get cute with Mr. Green. He offered to play him a hand of cards, double or nothing. Mr. Green thought this was funny and laughed quite a lot. However your husband was quite serious about it so Mr. Green agreed to play your husband here, best of three hands at poker, double or nothing.”
Amy was now staring furiously at her husband who continued to stare at the ground in shame.
“Unfortunately for your husband although he won the first hand, he lost the other two so he owed Mr. Green twenty thou. He only had the ten thou on him and pleaded with Mr. Green to give him some time to come up with the rest. Now Mr. Green is a gentleman, after all it had been a gentleman’s bet, so he agreed to let your husband have a month at a very generous twenty percent interest a week to come up with the mullah.”
Amy’s temper was really up and she was going red in the face.
“Now the four weeks is up and Mr. Green wants his twenty thousand, seven hundred and thirty six dollars and your husband won’t pay up. As you may guess Mr. Green isn’t happy with your husband.”
“And nor am I!”
The three men chuckled at her reaction.
“I’m quite sure you’re not Mrs. Adams but you see we are going to collect on that debt right now. Either your husband comes up with the cash right now or we are going to take him out into the backyard and use those” he nodded at the three large metal baseball bats in the corner that didn’t belong there, “on his arms and legs so that he’ll regret reneging on a business deal and he’ll have months in traction listening to you telling him what a stupid little boy he is.”
He paused for effect and then went on.
“We know you haven’t got that amount of money lying around the house, and we know you don’t have that much in your checking account so we spoke to Mr. Green a few minutes ago and he said use the bats. Now as we don’t want you dialing nine-one-one until we’ve left I’m afraid you’ll have to watch us finish off this whole distasteful business.”
He nodded to the other two men who seized Phil’s arms and dragged him into a standing position.
“No, please no. Look can’t you tell him you did it and I’ll make it worth your while.”
Phil Adams’ voice had a piteous wheedling quality to it that turned Amy’s stomach.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Adams but Mr. Green runs his business on trust and he has to trust us to deliver on his promises.”
They began to drag him towards their private back yard whilst the first man picked up the baseball bats and gestured for Amy to join them. Amy rose to her feet, they were all big powerful men and her mind was racing as she tried to think of a way out of this predicament.
Phil’s mind was speeding too as they dragged him into the dining room on the way to the patio doors out to the yard. He spotted the poker chips set on the top of the sideboard and a plan crystallised straight away.
“Wait. Look can’t we do something else.”
The three men stopped and the leader moved round in front of Phil. One of the others let go of him and moved closer to Amy so that she didn’t try anything.
“What did you have in mind?”
“Well… How about if we play cards? If I win you forget about it but if I lose you still get to beat seven kinds of shit out of me.”
The man chuckled and looked around the room.
“You mean three against one and you’ll take those odds?”
Phil nodded enthusiastically. “It’s better than the odds you were giving me a minute ago isn’t it.”
The man thought about it for a bit and reached a decision. He moved over to the dining table and sat at its head, pulled another chair next to his and told Amy to sit where he could keep watch on her as well.
“You’ve got a deal. Now play.”
The others moved to take their places on either side with Phil facing the first man as he scattered the chips out and began counting them. He handed a brand new pack of cards to one of the men and concentrated on counting the chips out equally. Amy watched as the man swiftly broke the seal and began shuffling expertly. She knew instantly that her husband was in trouble.
“Five card straight stud.”
The man’s voice pulled Phil’s eyes to meet his and he nodded, a straight game such as this reduced his chances of bluffing and he knew the others had a better chance on the run of the cards as a result because there were three of them. He allowed the guy on his other side to cut the cards and began to deal. One face down and two face up. Then the betting began…
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Forty minutes later Amy knew her husband was in trouble. She was a pretty fair player in her own right but watching these three she knew they were better than either her or her husband. He was sweating profusely and the stack of chips in front of him had dwindled to half its original size.
She jumped a little when she suddenly felt a hand on her knee whilst her husband was busy shuffling the cards. The man next to her was watching Phil but his hand was moving on her leg. She felt a shiver of fear go up her back and realized that it had been going on for several seconds and she hadn’t done anything to remove it. It now left her knee and slid upwards towards the hem of her grey silk skirt. Now she moved and dropped her own hand unobtrusively down onto his wrist and gripped it. Exerting as much force as possible she tried to stop its upward movement but he simply turned towards her and smiled and his hand now snagging the skirt hem, continued to travel inexorably upwards. She gasped and Phil looked up, she realized she was blushing and at that moment his hand left contact with her and returned to the table to play with the stack of chips in front of him.
She smiled weakly at her husband and as he resumed dealing she realized she was out of breath and that her nipples were scratching at the fabric of the camisole she was wearing. Thankfully the silk jacket kept this fact hidden from the sight of the men around the table. She could still feel the heat of where his hand had touched the bare skin of her leg above the stockings; which of course he had just confirmed she was wearing.
The next hand went very badly for Phil and after it he had very few chips in front of him. As the guy to Amy’s right started gathering up the cards the guy sitting next to Amy put his hand back on her leg and just as before started to slide it upwards taking her skirt with it. She dropped her own hand to block him but again his strength overwhelmed her and before he removed it he had brushed the skirt so high on that side that when he glanced down he could see the whole expanse of her naked thigh. She was breathing very s
trongly now and her nipples were so hard that any movement increased the stimulation from the fabric of her camisole rubbing at them.
The very next hand the inevitable happened, still only part way through the betting Phil ran out of chips.
“You reckon you got a good hand there sonny boy?”
Phil blew out his checks and nodded.
“Well what can you put into the pot to match the bet then?”
Phil thought about it for a minute and then pulled his shirt sleeve back and showed them his expensive watch. The leader of the three laughed and dropped his hand down onto Amy’s exposed leg again out of sight of Phil and began kneading the soft flesh of her thigh.
“No. We’ve all got better watches than that already Mr. Adams.”
Phil looked at him in resignation.
“What then?”
The man pretended to consider for a moment and then looked straight at Amy.
“How about your wife’s jacket? I think that would cover this round don’t you?”
Amy gasped in shock and Phil shook his head savagely. “No way”
The guy now spoke to Amy.
“What’s it to be Mrs. Adams? Are you going to put the jacket in the pot or do we drag your husband outside and break his legs with the baseball bats?”
She stared at him in horror; all the while his hand was caressing and fondling the soft flesh of her leg. She was also pretty sure where this was going to end up if she wasn’t careful. It wasn’t really much of a choice was it? She reached for the button on the front of her jacket as it was Phil’s turn to stare in horror at his wife.
“Oh no, Mrs. Adams, you can’t get away with it that easily.”
He smoothed her skirt back down into place and nodded to the man nearest the sideboard and the stereo.
“You’ll have to tease us a little too.”
The stereo suddenly booked to life through the high quality speaker system; playing one of Phil’s favorite rock tracks that had a decent heavy beat. He motioned her to her feet and when she shakily stood, she moved the chair out from behind her to give her an impromptu stage. All four men in the room were staring at her; including her own husband as she took a deep breath and moved away from the table. She had been a pretty good dancer in her teens but Phil wasn’t much of a dancer so they hadn’t been out dancing much since the wedding five years ago.
She started to sway her hips to the beat and realized that some small part of her was enjoying this despite everything else. She twirled around so that she was facing away and ground her hips in a circle. She turned back and lifted her hands above her head, throwing her head back and arching her back knowing this thrust her boobs forwards and raised the hemline of her skirt. She dropped her head back level and looked at the men seated round the table and brought her arms down and slipped first one and then the other of the buttons through their loops. She turned away again and dropped the jacket off one shoulder then looked back over it at them. She shrugged and the jacket came clear of the other shoulder and she allowed it to fall down her arms. The back of the spaghetti strapped camisole was now revealed to all the watching eyes and they now knew she wasn’t wearing a bra. She turned back to face them and with a flourish removed the jacket completely and tossed it across the table to land in front of Phil. She sat down as a shaken Phil placed the garment in the pot in the middle of the table.
The dealer dealt another round of cards, while the other man paused the stereo and the leader instantly bet high. His other sidekick raised and Phil having no chips simply looked at the first guy with real fear in his eyes.
“Amy. May I call you that? Your skirt this time I think.”
Amy looked at the cards in front of her husband, the three cards face up looked like the basis of a good hand. The deal had been kind to him, but it had also been good to all of the others too. She nodded to him and stood again.
The music was turned back on and she began to pirouette again this time using her hands to apparently smooth the skirt over her hips. Each time she turned to face them she had raised the skirt hem a little bit further. Soon the lace band at the top of her stockings was clearly visible and so was the bare flesh above the white stockings. Finally knowing she couldn’t delay them much longer she turned away from them, let go of the hem and reached for the hook and eye at the top of the side zip. It came free in her hand and holding the skirt together with one hand slowly slid the zip down with the other. She turned back to face them holding the zip closed with one hand whilst still wiggling her hips to the beat of the music.
The track came to an end so she let go of the waistband and the skirt slid cleanly down. It caught on her hips for a split second before plummeting down to the floor. She reached down, giving them a good look down her cleavage and scooped it up and deposited it in the pot herself before pulling her chair back around and sitting down again. She was very red faced and she knew that from the way the other two guy’s eyes were fastened on her chest, her nipples were poking visible points into the camisole. The leader was however simply looking down at the leg show in the chair scant inches away. Her husband just looked beaten and resigned.
Before the music started up again the guy nearest pushed the pause button again and the player on her left surveyed the cards in front of him. To her horror he raised the pot again. So did the leader and the other player folded. Now it was back around to Phil again and his eyes got really big. He was certain they wouldn’t ask for the stockings and he knew his wife never wore anything underneath her French knickers when she wore them. If he took the bet she would be topless or bottomless next.
“Your camisole Amy.”
The leader’s voice split the silence and Amy knew it was the final point of no return. They would be able to bid her naked on the next round and she was sure that the bet would be her body after that.
As she sat and pretended to think about the situation his hand was stroking her leg again. This time with no constriction from a skirt he had managed to insinuate his fingers inside the loose leg of the French knickers and was teasing the soft flesh of her inner thigh only an inch or so away from her vulnerable pussy which was getting very moist and moister by the second. She reached forward with both hands and grasped the edge of the table and levered herself to her feet; thankful that his hand fell away from her leg before it came into Phil’s view. The music started up again; this time with a much slower beat and as the leader pulled her chair away again she stepped back into the open space knowing that within a couple of minutes her breasts would be on clear display to all four pairs of eyes.
She began to sway her hips to the slower beat; this time exaggerating the movement so that as she turned away her buns were moving in circles. With her back to them she coyly looked back over her shoulder and casually flicked the strap off of the other one. She whipped her head around to the other side and repeated the movement and then crossed her arms across her chest and turned back to face them. Taking a deep breath she bent forward and shimmied at them allowing her arms to relax a little providing a brilliant view down her soon to be exposed cleavage. She turned away again and began to lift the hem of the camisole upwards revealing a slice of her bare back to the audience.
“Face us to remove it; Amy.”
Shit! She had intended to be facing the other way and have the chance to cover up for a bit longer but he had taken the option away from her.
She turned back and faced them; still rocking her hips from side to side and re-crossing her arms gripped the bottom of the camisole and slowly began to draw it up. First a slice of bare taut belly was exposed and then more and more. Slowly the bottom of her breasts came into view as she now had to exert more force to draw the fabric over the tautest bit. Suddenly it realized and her boobs bobbed up and down in plain view. There was not much sag and to her shame her nipples stuck out long and hard. Her face was momentarily covered by the camisole as she drew it up and off giving her a moments respite from looking at those eyes staring at her breasts. The camis
ole joined the pile of clothing in the middle of the table and she hooked her chair back into place and sat down with her arms folded covering her breasts.
The leaders hand dropped below the level of the table and she saw Phil’s eyes opened wide as he realized what must be happening under there and a sharp pinch on her leg made her gasp and look at him. He indicated her arms with his eyes as another pinch reinforced his meaning. She allowed her arms to drop to her sides and let everybody have a good look at her prizes.
The dealer dealt again and the leader immediately bet again. Phil just stared at the pot and couldn’t raise his eyes to look at his wife.
“You know what’s next Amy.”
The music started and she stood up and prepared to push the chair away.
“No Amy; stand on it this time please.”
She looked at him stricken. Not only was she about to take her knickers off in front of these guys but she would be standing on a chair which would bring her pussy up to their eye level when she did it.
The leader held his arm out gallantly to aid her to step up onto the chair. Once there, she realized her dance movements would have to be fairly conservative or she would topple off. As the music started up, she decided it would be better to get this over with in a hurry. She felt very precarious and vulnerable up here. Soon she had shuffled her feet around allowing all the men present to get a great view of her shapely ass with her back to them and thankful there was no interruption like last time. She inserted her fingertips in the waistband of the French knickers and pushed them slowly down onto her hips. She danced around in a full circle at this point with just a smattering of her dark pubic hair showing above them. When she was facing away, she pushed them down all the way. She held onto the back of the chair and lifted her leg to step out of them. Before she could bend to complete the manoeuvre the guy on that side whispered “Allow me” and leant in and pulled them clear of her foot. She replaced that foot and lifted the other and sure enough the leader plucked them from her foot and lifted them into the air. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him lift them to his nose and inhale deeply before throwing them into the pile on the table. Nothing left she shuffled back around to face them and stood there waiting for the next instruction.