The room grew silent as the game played out, each one stoically calculating their chances.  Vicki herself focused entirely on her own hand, her french manicured nails flicking the corner of her cards as she held them in an absent-minded tick.  Mindless to the stakes, she had to have the best hand.  In fact, she had nearly forgotten the wager until after George announced that she would take her winnings.<br/><br/>Vicki smirked at George's own playful grin.  She was beginning to think he liked the idea of possibly making Fred squirm uncomfortably under the eyes of his new boss and his friend's husband.  She herself had always enjoyed pestering and teasing the man when they had been closer friends.<br/><br/>"You just watch the clock, love," she chided her husband before turning her attention to the loser.<br/><br/>She found his expression not as anxious as she had imagined.  Fred seemed eager, excited to kiss her as he drew her close.  They lingered closely, intimate in the cloistered tiny distance between their eyes.  The heat and pressure of his lips on her own brought a sudden, hot swirl through her, and Vicki's mind ceased on the first thought which entered her mind.<br/><br/>"Wait..."<br/><br/>She pulled away, exhaling hard as she looked him over.  It hadn't nearly been thirty seconds, but it had been enough for her.  Vicki knew Fred was a leg man; she wanted to taunt him in front of them all.  Her perfectly impish notion would likely delight them all.<br/><br/>"The card never said<em>where</em>you had to kiss me."  Vicki grinned as she stood, bending her leg to hold her curled toes in the air like a lady offering her hand.  "Kiss my feet, Fred," she snipped, at once amused and excited by both denying and teasing him.