Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)
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				Title: <strong>Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>25-11-2006, 20:44:17</strong>
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				From the moment the doors of the express elevator swung open, Sam's smile preceded him.&nbsp; The doorman who made sure that only the VIP guests entered the elevator tipped his hat and wished him good luck.&nbsp; The greeter at the entrance to the gaming area gave him a little smile that mixed professional greeting with curiousity if the rumors she heard about him were true.&nbsp; The hostess at the entrance to the poker room broke into a broad smile when she heard his voice as he flattered a waitress even as he liberated a drink from her tray.<br><br>The Golden Beach casino made a special effort for Gentleman Sam.&nbsp; The MIT-educated Director of Gaming Operations, Michael Wheeler, had created a whole new category for people like Sam, though there were few in that category and none quite like Sam.&nbsp; A number-cruncher by trade, the Director had noticed that some guests generated more gaming revenue that could be accounted for strictly by their own bets.&nbsp; Friendly, social players sitting at a poker or blackjack table encouraged other players to stay longer, bet more, and tip more regularly.&nbsp; Wheeler called such players "dolphins", in keeping with casino tradition.&nbsp; Casinos long tracked "whales", players with large bankrolls who could be counted on to bet considerable sums as they splashed money in every direction.&nbsp; These whales were catered to with free flights to Vegas, luxe accomodations, and premium attention.&nbsp; While most casinos would say that they will arrange anything legal for their upper-tier guests, the reality of competition meant that even legality wasn't that much of a limit.&nbsp; That competition also led Wheeler to find people like Sam - the best dolphin Wheeler had ever seen by a wide stretch.&nbsp; It didn't cost Wheeler much to pay special benefits to Sam, and by treating Sam like a small whale, he hoped to keep Sam as a loyal customer.<br><br>And it had worked - Sam loved the Golden Beach and what it did for him.&nbsp; A place under a favorite imported palm beside the carefully natural-looking beach-pool could always be found for Sam, right where he could watch the young lovlies frolic and stretch out in the hot Vegas sun.&nbsp; A quiet booth in the high-end Golden Chophouse would be made ready as soon as Sam rose from the poker table, particularly if he picked up a young lady on the way.&nbsp; The staff of the Golden Beach&nbsp; only knew that Sam was to be treated like a high roller, even if he was just coming back from a small-stakes area like with $5/$10 Texas Hold'em where Sam liked to warmup and unwind.<br><br>But not even Michael Wheeler knew about what really made Gentleman Sam so special...<br><br>&nbsp;* * * <br><br>Sarah worked front reception in the Golden Beach's substantial poker room, which mean she knew Gentleman Sam's voice well.&nbsp; She looked up just in time to see him turn his eyes from the waitress and meet her eyes.&nbsp; Something inside of her always jumped just a little when he looked at her that way.<br><br>"Good afternoon Sam.&nbsp; What kind of game would you like today?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>robitusinz</strong> on <strong>27-11-2006, 18:28:43</strong>
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				(http://www.cubansinhollywood.com/cih/andygarcia4.jpg)<br><br>&nbsp; "Gentleman"...the nickname rang in the back of his head.&nbsp; Sam loved it.&nbsp; He'd picked up the monniker a year or so ago from a frequent high roller at the Golden Beach.&nbsp; An older man in his late 60s, Sam had enjoyed giving him a good run at the poker table.&nbsp; The man was hardly a sore loser, and Sam laid off milking him too much.&nbsp; The rest of that week was amazing, as he personally showed the old man around town, and introduced him to a batch of cardmen of his calibre...and, of course, the women.&nbsp; Women were Sam's forte and his weakness at the same time.&nbsp; He could hardly resist a nice apple-bottom, or a deep-rooted cleavage.&nbsp; The women flocked to him, and thus, where Sam went, the party followed.<br>&nbsp; It didn't surprise Sam when he began reaping typical "high roller" benefits for himself.&nbsp; In fact, once he was offered a complimentary suite at the Golden Beach, he decided to move in permanently.&nbsp; He knew his value at the hotel and casino...the women always had a great time around him, and by virtue, so did the men.&nbsp; His winnings at the poker tables - and they were ALWAYS winnings, though some nights were better than others - provided a decent salary to live off of and then some.&nbsp; When most of your living expenses are paid for, you don't even need a job.<br><br>***&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Aside from his uncanny abilities, Sam drew in the ladies because he had learned how to dress well.&nbsp; From head to toe, his shoes and clothes said oodles about him before he ever bothered to open his mouth.&nbsp; Brooks Brothers suits, Italian leather shoes, with his hair styled conservatively, Sam could've stepped out of the Casino and onto a page of GQ magazine.&nbsp; He also smelled as good as he looked, the scent for the night was Givenchy's "Pi", a sweet, yet innocuous aroma that went well with his pleasant personality.<br>&nbsp; He made his rounds from the elevator to the poker room, not only exchanging pleasantries with the various employees, but also dropping his customary tips on them.&nbsp; If there was one thing he'd learned from his stay at Vegas, it was to keep the staff happy.&nbsp; He knew each employee by name, the shifts they worked, and a tidbit or two extra that helped distinguish him beyond simple small talk.<br>&nbsp; Finally reaching Sarah, the receptionist for the poker room, Sam gave her his patented smile and a look that'd melt rocks, much less hearts.&nbsp; Not to mention that he always fed Sarah just an extra tweak of lust, just to make sure she was as honest as possible when she gave him a rundown of the tables currently available.&nbsp; "Hey Sarah, you're looking great as always...did you change your hair?"&nbsp; He chuckled, giving her ample opportunity to blush and answer before continuing.&nbsp; "Any good spots open at the low-money Hold 'Em tables...I wanna warm-up a bit on the frat boys with the ESPN bug."&nbsp; He liked starting off with the cocky kids who passed through the Casino on their typical Vegas trips.&nbsp; Not only was it easy money, but he felt like he did the Vegas community a service by getting rid of a few them each night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>27-11-2006, 20:08:00</strong>
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				<em>Sam knew the surface of Sarah's psyche like the back of his hand.&nbsp; She had started work just a bit after he'd moved in, a nice girl in her late-twenties too curvy to be a showgirl, and too much brain to be a waitress.&nbsp; She was quite susceptible to his power - particularly after all the time he had used it on her, but had more than average self-control to keep her reactions in check.&nbsp; Her hostess uniform of buttoned-up blouse, light jacket, and knee-length skirt was less revealing than a waitress's, but he could feel the echoes of her blush even as he walked up to her.</em><br><br>Sarah felt her heart beat and the warmth spread across her cheeks, just like it seems it always did with Sam.&nbsp; She looked down, in theory to check the table availability on the computer screen, but in reality in shyness to break that gaze and steady herself. <em>"Steady there girl, it's just Sam."</em> she repeated to herself mentally.&nbsp; Oh how she wished her brain could override her heart on this one, knowing his reputation didn't seem to change the way she reacted to him.<br><br>She blinked and looked up again with a professional smile. "The 2/4 table is full and has a short waiting list, but there is a seat at the 5/10 that just freed up." There had been a tourist wanting that seat, but he wasn't here now and Sam was, and she knew at worst she'd get a slap on the wrist even if the tourist found out and complained.<br><br><em>Sam felt the pulse of arousal in her and the quick dampening of her self-control.&nbsp; It would be easy to push past that too if he ever wanted to, he knew her so well that it wouldn't take much effort even without a skin contact to create an empathetic path.&nbsp; On the other hand, he also knew that carousing too much with a guest could get Sarah in trouble with casino management.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>robitusinz</strong> on <strong>27-11-2006, 20:35:54</strong>
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				&nbsp; Sam's smile was knowing.&nbsp; He was confident that Sarah wouldn't hesitate to spend a night with him if he asked, but he had her exactly where he wanted her.&nbsp; As long as she was kept at this constant level of desire, she'd bend over and serve up for him what he needed...the best seats at the best tables.&nbsp; That's the power of the poker receptionist, and it's what Sam looked to exploit most of all.<br>&nbsp; With a nod and a sly slip of a tip to the young girl, Sam made his way over to the 5/10 table.&nbsp; He wasn't much for the 2/4...his abilties were far beyond that nickel and dime stuff.&nbsp; Plus, waiting was not one of his strong points.&nbsp; He took the open seat and sat, flashing his pearly whites at the dealer and nodding to the rest of the gathering.&nbsp; He knew better than to scan the others' chip piles, so he busied himself with his own.&nbsp; He took a $100 in chips, setting them up in nice, neat piles in front of him.&nbsp; During his first hand, he took a moment to scan his opposition.&nbsp; There was never anyone truly interesting at the 5/10, but it didn't hurt to look anyway.&nbsp; What really interested him, though, were the high-roller tables.&nbsp; From his perch, he could watch the commings and goings of the dudes with the big bucks and get a good feel for what's going on over there.<br>&nbsp; Sam started off by losing a couple of pots...no sense being too aggressive at a new table...but soon picked up his game and started to "play for real".&nbsp; He struck up conversations, and basically brought the table to life, all the while keeping his eyes on the big money, along with whatever lovely females he happened to come by.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>27-11-2006, 21:39:48</strong>
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				Sarah discretely took the tip.&nbsp; As their fingers touched Sam felt the momentary flash of connection that was now second nature to him, seeing for an instant the more complete picture of her emotional state, her control and her desire.&nbsp; With a bit of mental energy he could maintain the pathway, gaining even more insight and influence over her, but his familiarity with her was so great it was hardly worth it.&nbsp; As he stepped away he could her reasserting her composure as the connection faded with distance.<br><br>Sam quickly saw the 5/10 table she indicated, glad to see a familiar face behind the deck - Michael was a thirty-something dealer who was&nbsp; trying to make it as a semi-pro playing at other casinos when off shift.&nbsp; Sam was used to feeling vibes from Michael as he concentrated to anticipate the play - former dealers did make for some of the best at seeing tells, though nothing like what Sam could do.&nbsp; Michael always kept the game moving smoothly and was a good complement to Sam's work.<br><br>The night was early, and the table seemed a mix of casual tourists here to play and be entertained, business people from the never ending stream of conventions and meetings, and regular local fixtures at the table.&nbsp; The regulars were two older men Sam dismissed immediately - he could read them like a book now and they were psychically boring and uninteresting.&nbsp; Two businessmen in suits with loosened ties chatted between hands amiably and gained focus while playing - their minds showing competitive intensity mixed with a casualness about the money - it was clear that loosing a couple hundred bucks wouldn't really set them back much.&nbsp; A younger man in jeans and a vintage t-shirt at the far end of the table felt focused and tight - Sam quickly read him as a avid player who was here to win.&nbsp; An older, balding man in a bright Hawaiian t-shirt and khaki shorts was sitting next to Sam and immediately offered him a smile and a handshake as soon as he arrived.&nbsp; As a result Sam easily could feel the ease of his retirement, his enjoyment of the game, though a slight tension about the money.&nbsp; Then there were the women, Sam's favorite part of any table.<br><br>To the left of the dealer, across the table from Sam, was a businesswoman who exuded cool control.&nbsp; She wore a fashionable fitted jacket over an ivory blouse buttoned up to the base of her neck, her well-tailored clothes framing a slender figure.&nbsp; Her dark hair was up, her skin pale, and her makeup conservative.&nbsp; Her mind seemed shrouded and controlled at first glance, her eyes carefully watching chips and cards, flitting up to examine eyes during play.&nbsp; She seemed ready to silently challenge anyone, saying only as much as she had to.&nbsp; In the first couple hands Sam saw her deftly call a oversize raise from one of the chatty businessmen, then drive him off with a confident out of position bet.<br><br>A bit further around was a more casually dressed woman, a blonde woman with tanned skin in her late twenties.&nbsp; Her hair was loose and shoulder-length, falling in chaotic waves.&nbsp; She didn't appear to wear any makeup.&nbsp; She was wearing jeans that looked like she'd worn them for years - faded, soft looking, fraying a bit at the cuffs and knees, and tight-fitting but in a gentle looking way.&nbsp; She sat back from the table a bit, leaning forward to the rail to sort her chips, then lean back and laugh and chat.&nbsp; Her top was a pale-blue camisole-style top with spaghetti straps, framing a torso that was curvy and soft without being heavy.&nbsp; From the way she moved and the top draped, it was clear that its shelf-bra was the only support for her breasts.&nbsp; She had a warm, friendly demeanor, and easy manner of commenting on the whims of the cards.&nbsp; She saw a couple flops in the first hands, but didn't stick around for any of them.&nbsp; When Sam made a little jest over a close play, her eyes met his with a soft blue twinkle.<br><br>On Sam's left was a woman the likes of which he'd seen a couple times - the now-aging trophy wife.&nbsp; Now in her mid thirties, some of the trophy shine has faded.&nbsp; She still looked good, and much of her demeanor was clearly meant to draw attention.&nbsp; Her gambling was impulsive and more canny than skilled, and Sam could feel she wasn't worried about losing the money.&nbsp; She wore a black top that gives her impressive (and likely artificially enhanced) breasts support and cleavage, with silver threading around the cups and cleavage, while being tight around her toned and tight abdomen and just short enough to show off a belly button adorned with a diamond stud piercing.&nbsp; She wore low-rise black jeans made with a little spandex that are practically painted on, showing off a rounded bottom and long lean legs.&nbsp; Sitting next to her, Sam could see the hint of thin-strapped black thong panties arching over her hips.&nbsp; She wore multiple rings on her fingers, including a strikingly large three-diamond engagement ring alongside her gold wedding band as well as a wide silver and turquoise ring on her right hand.&nbsp; She bet big into a couple of hands, including showing down a failed flush draw against the canny young man at the other end of the table, adding to his respectable stack.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>robitusinz</strong> on <strong>27-11-2006, 22:52:02</strong>
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				&nbsp; The hands passed along with the time and money changed hands.&nbsp; In the midst of it all was Sam, who was clearly the most important player at the table.&nbsp; He fed off Michael's vibes easily enough, but found his opponents to be simple reads to a veteran like himself.&nbsp; Sam had a thing against other career gamblers, even though he was one himself.&nbsp; They just brought nothing to the tables they sat at.&nbsp; They alienated more casual players, and intimidated those with more competitive streaks.&nbsp; Their effect was obvious with how uncomfortable the pair of businessmen seemed whenever they bet.&nbsp; He felt sorry for the old man next to him, who needed miracles to win the couple of hands he'd taken to the final bet, and the miracles never showed.&nbsp; His stack was growing low, and the lower it got, the more tension he could feel.<br>&nbsp; The females at the table presented him with a dilemma.&nbsp; Each woman had something about her that he desired.&nbsp; The business-woman had that air of conservative-lady-in-the-parlor-but-whore-in-the-bedroom to her.&nbsp; It interested him to find out if his hunch about her was true.&nbsp; The young, casually-dressed blonde was voluptuous, with an obvioiusly beautiful set of breasts.&nbsp; She seemed free-spirited and uninhibited...the type of woman one would enjoy in bed.&nbsp; The trophy wife...well, she was the horny older woman...it was obvious she needed to get laid, and she was hot enough to get the cock she wanted.&nbsp; Plus, there's always that inherent naughtiness in cuckolding some dumb rich fuck.&nbsp; "Who to do...?"&nbsp; He decided to play his cards and see how the night panned out.&nbsp; It was still young after all.<br><br>***<br><br>&nbsp; Sam decided to kick up the flirtation with the next hand.&nbsp; Looking at a 4 and an 8 off-suit, Sam raised conservatively on his turn.&nbsp; "With cards like these, I'm sorry we're not playing for clothes."&nbsp; He chuckled and smiled at the old man next to him who smiled and nodded in agreement.&nbsp; He then let his eyes sweep across the gathered females before returning back to his cards.&nbsp; He tossed out the bait and waited for a reaction from the other players...at the same time, he let out a small ping of lust to all those at the table - even the old man - just to see what would happen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>28-11-2006, 17:35:43</strong>
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				With the pleasant, feel-good vibes that Sam was sending across the table the group had relaxed a good bit.&nbsp; Sam's stack had quickly grown, and the greatest competition seemed to come from the cool businesswoman and the young man.&nbsp; After a bit a friendly talk, Sam was able to get the names of the people at the table and get a better feel for them.<br><br>Nicole (to the dealer's left) was the businesswoman, and while she generally kept her talk short and to the point the businessmen gave away that she was her at the same accounting convention that they were.&nbsp; She had consistently beaten them down, almost seeming to prefer to be head-to-head with them, growing her stack in jumps with a few setbacks (which the businessmen particularly seemed to enjoy).&nbsp; Sam was having trouble getting a read on her - not only was she the most distant from him, impeding his powers, but her psyche seemed tightly walled and defensive.&nbsp; He could feel pulses of exhilaration that were tinged by anger when she took their money.&nbsp; When Sam sent the small ping of lust out, it felt like it slid right off her mind without effect, and she made no reaction to his comment about playing for clothes.<br><br>John was the kid, sitting right after Nicole.&nbsp; He had good poker skills, and seemed to be able to avoid traps and better hands pretty well.&nbsp; He was slowly grinding his way though, adding chips consistently with a couple big scores.&nbsp; Sam could feel that the kid kept his mind pretty closed, and was also tough to read since he was farther away.&nbsp; Sam did notice John checking out the women, and good feel a healthy young libido there kept in check.&nbsp; When Sam pinged him and made his comment, John almost immediately glanced over at the blonde's cleavage as she leaned forward to fold her cards into the muck.<br><br>Next was a regular, a fifty-something man who dressed like a middle-class biker with a balding head and a beard who apparently went by "Red".&nbsp; After Sam had intentionally sought out an opportunity to trap and smash Red, he had pulled in and was playing pretty tight, and seemed to be avoiding playing pots that Sam was already in.&nbsp; The more Sam loosened up and played more hands, the more Red was getting strangled out.&nbsp; Sam could feel a bit of desperation there, and knew that with a bit more pushing Red would head for another table with better pickings.&nbsp; When Red picked up the ping of lust he too checked out the blonde, though more discretely out of the corner of his eye. Sam could feel the man's emotions wander pleasantly, perhaps to some past remembrance, and smiled at the comment.<br><br>After Red was the curvy blonde, a girl-next-door type who offered her name as "Sami" and seemed to have a smile for everyone.&nbsp; To Sam's experienced senses, she seemed evasive about her background, merely saying she was in Vegas for "work and pleasure" and turning the conversation to other people or the cards.&nbsp; Her stack of chips was slowly drifting down, but she seemed to be enjoying herself.&nbsp; She gave a short laugh in response to his comment, and looked into Sam's eyes as she replied "Oh, be careful how your luck might turn.".&nbsp; Sam could feel a receptive warmth to his ping of lust, which seemed to match well with her thoughts on his comment as well.<br><br>The two businessmen (Jim and Bill) laughed at the comment.&nbsp; Jim winked at Sami and said "Hey, maybe the casino should offer strip poker" to which his buddy added "Oh, I'm sure you can find a game of that in this town - you just have to pay for it.&nbsp; Right Nicole?".&nbsp; Nicole ignored him and the businessmen laughed, Jim flagging down a waitress for glass of beer.&nbsp; Both responded to the push of lust healthily, and it seemed to fuel their comments.<br><br>The old man on Sam right, Ernie, smiled and raised his eyebrows as he mucked his cards.&nbsp; Sitting right next to Sam, he got a stronger measure of the ping, and Sam could feel the old man's libido slowly stir and his gaze wander to the rich wife to Sam's left.<br><br>She had introduced herself as Liz.&nbsp; Right after Sam sat down she had lost her stack to a slow-played flush by the kid, John, but she cheerfully had pulled out another $500 in $100 bills and bought right back in and starting slowly losing it again.&nbsp; She played almost every hand at least to the flop, but gave in easily to pressure most times.&nbsp; She laughed at Sam's comment, and seemed to frown a bit at the businessmen's response.&nbsp; She responded to his push immediately, and like Ernie she got more of its power by being right next to Sam.&nbsp; Sam could feel her warming, feel that it was something she wanted, that there was a desire, but something she wanted on her own terms as she kept her reaction in check.<br><br>Lastly, to Liz's left, was the other regular, Pete.&nbsp; Like Red, he had felt Sam's dominance and seemed to be hanging on and looking for the right opportunities.&nbsp; When Sam pinged everyone, he checked out Liz's clevage and raised his eyebrows unconsciously with a breath to keep his composure.<br><br>Michael, the dealer, smiled and enjoyed the scene.&nbsp; He discretely kept tabs on the people and the play, and Sam could feel him enjoying the scene and the personalities.&nbsp; "$30 to you, miss.", he said to Nicole.<br><br>Nicole glanced at her cards, and called Sam's bet.&nbsp; Everyone else got out except Bill, who flamboyantly tossed in chips to call it while giving Nicole a big grin before turning to look at Michael for the flop.&nbsp; The flop came back J-8-3, and Bill threw in a $100 raise.&nbsp; Sam could tell that Bill had a hand, but it wasn't nearly as strong as the bet indicated.&nbsp; But he couldn't get a good psychic feel for what it meant to Nicole...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>robitusinz</strong> on <strong>28-11-2006, 19:57:25</strong>
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				&nbsp; Sam chuckled as the banter, and the bet, came around to him.&nbsp; He casually lifted his chips and tossed them into the pot to call Bill's bet, then tossed another $100 as a raise, giving the impression that his hand was so good, it didn't even require thinking.&nbsp; "I dunno, guys, Nicole doesn't seem like the type to know about those kinds of things."&nbsp; He slid his eyes from Bill to Nicole as he bet, and smiled at her warmly, passing the bet to her, along with a stronger ping.&nbsp; He focused it on her, as she seemed to be the least receptive to the first general pass, and he really wanted her to break open her shell a bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>28-11-2006, 20:36:18</strong>
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				Bill got a bit more serious, and Sam could feel his mental hesitation.&nbsp; There was more of a thinker inside of Bill's swagger than Sam first had expected, and that thinker wasn't feeling confident.<br><br>Nicole met Sam's eyes with a solid poker stare.&nbsp; Her eyes were dark brown, and felt a even darker with the thin lines of eyeliner and the shaped dark eyebrows.&nbsp; Her mind was as intent as her face, the only emotion being a competitive feeling of aggression.&nbsp; Sam got a brief insight that she regarded the world as defined by bright lines - enemies or allies, equals or lessers, challengers or speed bumps - and she didn't know where Sam lay.&nbsp; The stronger pulse seemed like it was wiped away by her control, but some of his influence was perhaps starting to seep in at the edges.&nbsp; Breaking open her shell was going to take effort, and he might need to find some chink in the armor to apply the pressure to.<br><br>Nicole didn't look at her cards again, as many a player might, but pushed the rest of her stack in almost without taking her eyes from Sam.&nbsp; "I'm all in."&nbsp; It was a raise more than the existing pot.&nbsp; Without counting Sam knew that she had more chips than he did, but not by much, and she had considerably more than Bill.&nbsp; On both the poker level and the psychic level it was a challenge.&nbsp; On the poker level Sam had not doubt that he was behind and would need a lucky card to make it.&nbsp; On the psychic level it wasn't clear if she would be more favorably inclined if he had the brains to lay it down or the heart to follow along.<br><br>Jim whistled a long note.&nbsp; "She's got you way covered, Bill."&nbsp; Sam could feel the excitement and tension spring up, Sami and several others leaning forward instinctually.&nbsp; Sam could feel Bill warring with himself, his ego versus his brain.&nbsp; There was some hint of a sexual tension as a undertone - something Bill couldn't let go of.&nbsp; "I call".&nbsp; Bill's voice was pretty steady, but Sam could feel the sinking feeling in Bill's heart.&nbsp; He didn't think he was ahead.&nbsp; There was an almost immediate twinge of response from Nicole that felt like exultation.<br><br>Then all of the player's eyes turned towards Sam...<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>robitusinz</strong> on <strong>28-11-2006, 21:18:44</strong>
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				&nbsp; Sam licked his lower lip as he cracked a smile.&nbsp; With a practiced flick, he tossed his cards, facedown, towards Michael.&nbsp; With the same motion, he turned his head towards Liz to his left, "I don't think I'm going to get caught in the middle of this lover's quarrel...whattya think, Liz?"&nbsp; He wasn't about to blow his wad, literally or not, on a woman he couldn't read well, especially not on a pair of 8s with a Jack kicker.&nbsp; Plus, he felt it almost stupid to go all in off the flop...Nicole was out for a kill, not money.&nbsp; A better player would've milked the hand, gotten the pot nice and fat.&nbsp; He was better off giving her her little ego trip and tossing her the "lessers" to feed on.&nbsp; Still, he felt he'd found an "in" with her, and began to psychically massage that ego, like firm, unyielding fingers molding her psyche into a work of art.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>28-11-2006, 21:59:37</strong>
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				Liz smiled at Sam, her green eyes warm and enhanced by expertly applied makeup.&nbsp; A couple curling strands of blonde hair crossed over the side of her face, like they were begging for a hand to tuck them back and brush the blush-stroked cheek.&nbsp; She held the look for a second, invitingly, then turns to the play with a clear feeling of curiosity.<br><br>Michael pulled the chips together and called for the hands to be shown.&nbsp; Bill laid down an Ace-Jack, the classic top pair top kicker that has sunk more than one novice player.&nbsp; Nicole precisely placed her hard down, pocket pair of Queens.&nbsp; Bill would need an ace or another jack to win.&nbsp; Michael delivered the river - a seven, and Jim groaned as Bill shook his head.&nbsp; Sam could feel the expectation of victory in Nicole, and it was personal.&nbsp; As he looked over at her, she turned her gaze towards him, and for an instance there was a slightest hint of a smile on her narrow lips, before she broke the look to glance back at the last card fall.&nbsp; There was a moment of relaxation there, and Sam pressed in a narrow psychic feeler, like a vine slipping between two tightly placed stones.&nbsp; It took a moment of effort, more than he expected, and the distance made it harder, but he had that in.&nbsp; The concentration of it made him miss the final card's delivery, though he could tell it's meaning from Nicole's reaction.<br><br>"Ace of Hearts", Michael's voice announced.<br><br>Sam felt Nicole's mind fill with frustration and anger, but at the same time her face only went more stony.&nbsp; There was a shout from Bill and Jim and the smack of hands high-fiving.&nbsp; Sam felt the majority of the table let out a feeling of disappointment, of sympathy for Nicole, even from Michael who had seen this so many times before.&nbsp; A hand reflexively reached out and closed on Sam's forearm, and an empathetic path opened immediately between him and Liz, giving him a wide avenue into her effortlessly.&nbsp; She was surprised too, but the impulsive touch revealed her sympathy for Nicole tied to something personal - some shared kinship with Nicole.&nbsp; Liz's mind was laid bare in that instant as a woman who wanted to be seen as sexy, thrilling, perhaps dangerous.&nbsp; She wanted a lover to match her husbands infidelity, and had an fantasy of being caught with that lover.&nbsp; Then her hand quickly pulled back off of Sam's arm to retreat below the table and be unseen.<br><br>The sudden pathway almost made Sam lose his hard-fought connection to Nicole.&nbsp; He could maintain both connections with some slight ongoing effort, or let either of them fade.&nbsp; Reestablishing with Liz probably wouldn't be hard, even without another skin to skin contact.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>robitusinz</strong> on <strong>28-11-2006, 22:27:01</strong>
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				&nbsp; In his more novice days, Liz's touch and the sudden in-rush of emotions would've startled him.&nbsp; At this stage of the game, though, it was as if it all happened in slow motion.&nbsp; He felt the touch, which triggered a reflexive mental warning.&nbsp; It was still a significant experience, but it didn't register as anything more than a blink on Sam's part as he took his attention away from Nicole and turned his head back towards Liz.&nbsp; He barely got a chance to see what the final card was, though he'd caught Michael's announcement.<br>&nbsp; "Tough hand...there was too much luck involved there, though."&nbsp; He knew at this point that Liz would be easy...he could provide the danger, the thrills that she needed.&nbsp; He also had the balls to fuck her in front of her husband, if she wanted to make the fantasy come true.&nbsp; The poetic justice inherent in the act mixed with the appeal towards it that he felt from Liz would justify it in his own personal code of honor.<br>&nbsp; Nicole, on the other hand....there was something so interesting there.&nbsp; She was like a present-within-a-present...an old gag, but somehow, it always caught one's curiosity and made them want to keep openning layer after layer, in hopes of finding something worthwhile at the core.&nbsp; He *knew* there was something juicy there, if only he could crack that nut.&nbsp; He decided that Liz would wait all night for him if needed, but he had to make a play for Nicole.&nbsp; It became an obsession now...a challenge.<br>&nbsp; Sam anted up for the next hand and looked back over at Nicole as he waited for his cards.&nbsp; "You really shouldn't go all in on the flop like that...pocket queens is nice, but you've got no guarantees.&nbsp; Plus, you could've easily milked me out of a few more chips."&nbsp; He gave her a smile that was just short of arrogant, just enough "Alpha Male" thrown into it to let her know that he *knew*.&nbsp; What he knew, though, was up to her imagination, but the signals he kept sending her, bodily and psychically, reinforced both that he knew that hand was doomed, and that he knows her more intimate desires.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; While he concentrated on Nicole, he continued to ooze lust into the other patrons...he knew the curvy blonde who'd served as eye-candy for the night would attract plenty of attention from the other men, enough to throw them off their games and siphon their chips over to him.&nbsp; On a different night, perhaps the blonde would've gotten more direct attention from Sam himself, but tonight, the mysterious Nicole had presented the challenge, and Liz served as a reliable backup.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>28-11-2006, 23:02:51</strong>
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				Sam saw the Kid nod in agreement with his assessment as he looked at Nicole.&nbsp; He felt more than saw the slight nod of acknowledgment from her, knowing she'd gone overboard.&nbsp; His tendril felt the play of emotions in her.&nbsp; Her mind was shifting back to calculating and planning.&nbsp; Her fingers played over her remaining chips.&nbsp; She wasn't crippled, but she was one of the shorter stacks at the table.&nbsp; She could get out more money and boost up her stack, but it would be an admission she had been hit hard.&nbsp; Yet from a strict poker perspective it was smarter.&nbsp; Sam could feel she reached a decision just as he oozed lust across the table, and led it into her psyche though the tendril.&nbsp; It found some home there, but seemed displaced and converted into her concentration and intent.&nbsp; She was a focused woman, it seemed.<br><br>She stood up from her seat. "I'll sit out the next one, and then I'll need more chips."&nbsp; She took a wallet from a elegant small black purse, and counted out $300 in twenties, laying them by her place for Michael to convert to chips.&nbsp; Then she stepped away from the table and headed for the restrooms.&nbsp; The Kid turned slightly to watch her go, the lust seeping into him so he didn't even think about the fact that he was tracking her so blatantly.&nbsp; Sam hadn't been able to see her below the waist before, but now he had a nice view.&nbsp; Nicole had a trim, slender waist emphasized by the fitted top.&nbsp; She wore black trousers with charcoal pinstripes that were slender and close to the subtle curves of her hips, small tight bottom, and long legs.&nbsp; Her black stiletto heels, about 3 inches tall, clicked as she stepped from the carpet around the tables to the faux marble of the pathways.&nbsp; She was shorter than she seemed at the table maybe only 5' 6" tall without the heels, but her straight-backed posture made her seem taller.<br><br>"Off to cry in the ladies' room?", Sam could just hear Jim undertone to Bill.&nbsp; Sami rolled her eyes in disgust.&nbsp; The lust had seemed to feed their macho in an undirected way.&nbsp; Sami ... now Sam could start to feel that Sami was getting aroused.&nbsp; She probably would think it was the excitement of the game, but he could feel her warming up.&nbsp; As she moved, he could see wide nipples visible against her camisole.&nbsp; Sam felt the men at the table notice too, particularly the kid and the old man, as their own libidos rose.&nbsp; Liz was a ready warmth next to him as well, and while he'd have to glance more obviously to see, he could feel that she was responding much like Sami.&nbsp; Even Michael was starting to get a bit going, though his professional demeanor pushed it back down.<br><br>Michael dealt out the next hand, the button now on Sami with the businessmen in the blinds.&nbsp; The old man mucked and Sam looked down to see King Queen suited in hearts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>robitusinz</strong> on <strong>28-11-2006, 23:25:42</strong>
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				&nbsp; Sam watched Nicole go with a small half-smile playing on his lips.&nbsp; He felt that things were starting to get interesting, but was afraid that her departure would ruin the link he'd already established with her.&nbsp; There was not much he could do at this moment, and when he subtlely looked at his cards, he felt that this was going to turn out to be a perfectly cliche hand.&nbsp; He eyed the stacks at the table before calculating his openning bet.&nbsp; He called the $10 from the big blind, then raised another $10, setting the price to see the flop at a cool $20.&nbsp; It was low enough, he felt, to keep the casual gamers going, without showing too much of his hand.<br>&nbsp; As the button moved to Liz, Sam shifted, turning his body slightly towards the left and spreading his legs for comfort.&nbsp; This new position gave Liz access to his inner thighs and crotch...Sam felt like experimenting.&nbsp; He wasn't the type to go after easy women, but he loved it when they came to him.&nbsp; With Nicole temporarily out of the picture, Sam focused most of his attention on Liz, feeding on that feral need for revenge, tapping it to lower her inhibitions.&nbsp; The effect wasn't much different from getting her drunk, except there was no vomiting or vodka-breath to deal with.&nbsp; <em>Let's see how far the kitty'll go...</em><br>&nbsp; Of course, the blonde and those gorgeous tits of hers weren't out of the scope of his attention.&nbsp; She may not have piqued his interest as much as the other two women, but that didn't mean he couldn't have some fun.&nbsp; He kicked the heat up another notch, eager for one of his table-mates to make some sort of move.&nbsp; What would happen?&nbsp; Sam just loved to play.&nbsp; "Alright, so we're at 20 here...who's going to pay up to see something good, huh?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>29-11-2006, 00:03:38</strong>
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				Liz's head turned as Sam moved, and he saw her gaze drift down and linger before returning to the play.&nbsp; She called his bet - Sam could feel she wanted to stay in the game, in the attention.&nbsp; John and Sami called too, then Bill and Jim, their cockiness still riding high, bringing the pot to $120.&nbsp; John's eyes had gotten stuck on Sami's chest, looking across Red's position to where she leaned back in her seat, pulling the cloth of her top tight over her shapely breast and now prominent nipples.&nbsp; Sam could feel the kid's desire, distracting him away from his formerly tight play.&nbsp; Sami looked over and caught the kids eyes and he looked away, embarrassed.&nbsp; Sam could feel the warmth of Sami as she smiled - she knew men liked to look at her chest, was used to it, and had a soft spot for the honest, almost innocent interest John had displayed as opposed to the macho leer she got in moments from Bill and Jim.<br><br>As Michael dealt out the flop, Sam could feel as well as see Liz move slowly, spreading her legs out, shifting her hips forward a bit, her knee straying out to pause just a hair from his own.&nbsp; His connection to her was strong enough that he could feel the light flush that was gathering on her cheeks, in her breasts, low in her belly.&nbsp; She was soaking up what he was putting out, responding about as fast as he'd seen any woman go before.&nbsp; And unlike what he'd seen in Sarah, Nicole, or even Sami, she didn't seem to be trying to reel herself back in at all, just going with the flow instead.<br><br>The flop came Three of Hearts, Jack of Diamonds, Ten of Hearts.&nbsp; It was a huge flop for Sam, both an open-ended straight draw and a flush draw, though no solid hand without something else landing.<br><br>Bill casually portioned out $100 and slid it in.&nbsp; Sam could feel that it was half confidence, half desire to use the muscle of his newly acquired stack - the biggest at the table.&nbsp; Normally it'd mean that he had the best hand but didn't want to see any more cards, but Sam wasn't sure that Bill was thinking that critically.&nbsp; Jim mucked his cards, giving his buddy a bit of a glare, and looked over to see what Sam would do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>robitusinz</strong> on <strong>29-11-2006, 00:35:48</strong>
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				&nbsp; Sam's attention was more on the game being played out among the humans than in the cards.&nbsp; The businessmen had apparently struck out...Sami didn't like the negative attention from them, but was instead enjoying John's.&nbsp; The kid was straightforward, honest.&nbsp; He seemed too shy, though, so Sam started to work on getting him to open up a bit more.&nbsp; Sam chuckled as he looked down at the pot, then up at Bill.&nbsp; He pointed at the businessman, a smirk on his face.&nbsp; "See, that doesn't worry me too much...", he tossed in enough chips to cover, "I think it's the kid over there that's got the money...Golden Boy over there...", then threw in another $50, passing the bet to Liz.&nbsp; He definitely wasn't going to overbid on the flop, but he wasn't about to look like a pussy.&nbsp; Maybe his bet had more macho in it than intelligence, but he felt his hand was strong enough and his stack big enough that he'd be able to pull out if one of the last two cards didn't work out in his favor.&nbsp; And hey...sometimes, you just had to let luck ride.<br>&nbsp; With the attention off him, Sam went back to his subtle manipulations.&nbsp; He increased the "heat" on Sami and John, adhering to some cosmic code of Man Law that entailed a man to help a buddy score...even if John wasn't exactly a "buddy", he'd consider him one for the night.&nbsp; Better than the two businessmen who had already managed to alienate the women at the table, and were starting to irk him.&nbsp; Those two he let calm down, not wanting to see violence erupt if John ends up taking Sami away later.&nbsp; They were bad enough at their game that he didn't need them distracted.&nbsp; The career gamblers, though, he kept simmering - along with the help of Sami's boobs.<br>&nbsp; Now Liz...she was starting to get VERY interesting.&nbsp; He'd never been able to probe someone so quickly before, and he was ready to test some of the limits of his powers.&nbsp; He began trying to insert himself into her fantasies...he was the one fucking her while her husband comes in, catching them...it's his face she's looking at while she's cumming...his name she's screaming as her husband's face goes pale at the sight and sound of her lewdly taking his cock.&nbsp; In this, he entertained himself while the best went around the table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>29-11-2006, 01:02:55</strong>
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				Liz let out a little sigh, so quiet that only Sam and maybe Pete to her left could hear, and tossed her cards in.&nbsp; Any other observer might think it was because she had to let the hand go, but Sam knew otherwise.&nbsp; He had to wonder how much she could take as she started to get damp right as she sat there.&nbsp; He fed in the fantasies, and while he couldn't tell if she really could see them, the concepts and emotions he was sending her definitely hit the right spot.&nbsp; When Sam was literally in a woman, both physically and psychically, he sometimes almost felt it came to that level of mind reading and control - he certainly knew when she was going to come, possibly before she did, but generally not for finer details.&nbsp; With Liz's open receptiveness, he might have more control than he ever had before.<br><br>John was hesitating, and Sam could feel him fight to focus on the cards instead of Sami's breasts.&nbsp; In the end, there was a feeling of exasperation, and John tossed in his cards.&nbsp; "When in doubt, fold, I guess", he said with clear lack of confidence.&nbsp; A waitress appeared by his side as he mucked them, and he nearly was sucked right in to her short uniform skirt and long legs before he licked his lips and simply said "You have a nice, ice cold bottle of water there?".&nbsp; His voice had a bit of a tremble and he falsely cleared his throat as he said it, and looked away from the table as he took his first drink.<br><br>Sami looked over at Sam as she decided.&nbsp; The warmth in her eyes had turned to heat, her twinkle to steady desire, even as she tried to decide whether to stay in.&nbsp; She glanced over to John as he opened his bottle of water, and then added."Yeah, same for me on both of those."&nbsp; Her eyes flicked up and down the waitress as she took the water, then casually rested her eyes on John as the kid looked away.<br><br>Between them had been Red, who had already folded, but Sam now felt he was uncomfortable.&nbsp; As a casino regular, perhaps he knew something wasn't right.&nbsp; Maybe he was just intimidated by the series of big pots or the dominance fights between Sam, Nicole, and Bill.&nbsp; Maybe he was uncomfortable sitting between Sami and John.&nbsp; Whatever it was, he quietly starting stacking his chips, pushed a tip over to Michael, and mumbled a "Good luck everyone".<br><br>Bill laughed a nervous laugh.&nbsp; "You need something stiffer than that water, kid?&nbsp; I'll call you, Sam.".&nbsp; He winked at the waitress. "Can you go get me a whiskey sour, babe?"&nbsp; Sam could feel him barely resist reaching out to pat her on her bubble-bottom as she turned to go.<br><br>Jim looked down at his cards again, then the flop, and pushed in a call without saying anything.&nbsp; Sam could feel the tension in him, both sexual and unfulfilled and with the potential of his hand.&nbsp; He had something, but what?<br><br>Michael raked the chips together and got ready to put out the next card.<br><br>(OOC: slight pause to let you react to all that before we get the next card and more bets.&nbsp; Feel free to back-insert replies to comments or uses of power if you want.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>robitusinz</strong> on <strong>29-11-2006, 01:30:49</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=7959.msg281972#msg281972">Quote from: Silkcat on 29-11-2006, 01:02:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Liz let out a little sigh, so quiet that only Sam and maybe Pete to her left could hear, and tossed her cards in.&nbsp; Any other observer might think it was because she had to let the hand go, but Sam knew otherwise.&nbsp; He had to wonder how much she could take as she started to get damp right as she sat there.&nbsp; He fed in the fantasies, and while he couldn't tell if she really could see them, the concepts and emotions he was sending her definitely hit the right spot.&nbsp; When Sam was literally in a woman, both physically and psychically, he sometimes almost felt it came to that level of mind reading and control - he certainly knew when she was going to come, possibly before she did, but generally not for finer details.&nbsp; With Liz's open receptiveness, he might have more control than he ever had before.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp; While he didn't have 100% certainty, Sam knew his more direct manipulations were having an effect on Liz.&nbsp; He could just feel the warmth, both through their link and from their close proximity.&nbsp; He pushed just a bit more, just to see her limits.&nbsp; Her mind's eye began to be influenced...<em>She looked down to see her hand snaking up Sam's thigh.&nbsp; Her fingers reached for his crotch and she began to massage him through his pants.&nbsp; She felt like such a whore, but yet so alive...here she was, just seducing this stranger...touching his most private parts merely because she wished to...she was a siren, a liberated slut...she could touch his, touch any...they were her playtoys.&nbsp; Finely manicured fingernails pulled down the zipper, and she reached in without a worry in the world.&nbsp; She felt skin under her palm...that cock...it was soft, but she could feel it hardening as she touched it.&nbsp; It was so attentive to her...she could tell by its hard pulse that its owner desired her to an incredible extent...she teased some more, feeling the flesh stretch, the shaft widen, exposing its full girth to her touch.&nbsp; Soon, she was stroking the thick, hard member, and knew it was time to pull it out...she had to see it...she grabbed the hard tip and pulled it towards the fly.....</em>&nbsp; Sam left her there and turned his attention back to table as the waitress approached and began talking to John.&nbsp; It was a good moment to let Liz stew regardless.<br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">John was hesitating, and Sam could feel him fight to focus on the cards instead of Sami's breasts.&nbsp; In the end, there was a feeling of exasperation, and John tossed in his cards.&nbsp; "When in doubt, fold, I guess", he said with clear lack of confidence.&nbsp; A waitress appeared by his side as he mucked them, and he nearly was sucked right in to her short uniform skirt and long legs before he licked his lips and simply said "You have a nice, ice cold bottle of water there?".&nbsp; His voice had a bit of a tremble and he falsely cleared his throat as he said it, and looked away from the table as he took his first drink.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp; John disappointed him.&nbsp; Sam couldn't just give him confidence, even if he could fuel his desire.&nbsp; He'd have to concentrate some more on Sami if this was going to go anywhere.&nbsp; Then again...maybe he didn't deserve to have Sami.&nbsp; After all, if a man can't seize an opportunity, he doesn't deserve the rewards.&nbsp; Regardless, he'd give it one more shot, else he'd have to take Sami for himself later LATER tonight.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Sami looked over at Sam as she decided.&nbsp; The warmth in her eyes had turned to heat, her twinkle to steady desire, even as she tried to decide whether to stay in.&nbsp; She glanced over to John as he opened his bottle of water, and then added."Yeah, same for me on both of those."&nbsp; Her eyes flicked up and down the waitress as she took the water, then casually rested her eyes on John as the kid looked away.<br><br>Between them had been Red, who had already folded, but Sam now felt he was uncomfortable.&nbsp; As a casino regular, perhaps he knew something wasn't right.&nbsp; Maybe he was just intimidated by the series of big pots or the dominance fights between Sam, Nicole, and Bill.&nbsp; Maybe he was uncomfortable sitting between Sami and John.&nbsp; Whatever it was, he quietly starting stacking his chips, pushed a tip over to Michael, and mumbled a "Good luck everyone".</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp; Red's departure didn't phase Sam much, except that now he'd have to deal with a new person.&nbsp; He wasn't sure if he'd wish for a female or another male.&nbsp; It seemed he had his hands full with the ladies already.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; He smiled at Sami when she looked at him, and nodded her in encouragement for her bet.&nbsp; He worked the mojo on her, letting the link open up a little bit.&nbsp; He wondered how effectively he could juggle two links at once, and figured tonight would be a night for more than one experimentation.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Bill laughed a nervous laugh.&nbsp; "You need something stiffer than that water, kid?&nbsp; I'll call you, Sam.".&nbsp; He winked at the waitress. "Can you go get me a whiskey sour, babe?"&nbsp; Sam could feel him barely resist reaching out to pat her on her bubble-bottom as she turned to go.<br><br>Jim looked down at his cards again, then the flop, and pushed in a call without saying anything.&nbsp; Sam could feel the tension in him, both sexual and unfulfilled and with the potential of his hand.&nbsp; He had something, but what?<br><br>Michael raked the chips together and got ready to put out the next card.<br><br>(OOC: slight pause to let you react to all that before we get the next card and more bets.&nbsp; Feel free to back-insert replies to comments or uses of power if you want.)<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp; Bill was beginning to annoy Sam, and he hoped that winning this pot would settle him down a bit.&nbsp; Jim, though, drew some interest.&nbsp; What exactly was the relationship between those two?&nbsp; It looked like Bill was used to being in charge, with Jim backing him up, but he didn't know that with any certainty beyond a hunch.&nbsp; Considering the women present, though, Sam didn't feel up to probing Jim further, even though there was a bit of a curiosity there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>29-11-2006, 01:59:15</strong>
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				Michael turned over the river - a Ten of Clubs.<br><br>Bill quickly checked.&nbsp; Maybe that opening shot had been a bluff, 'cause it didn't feel like Bill had enough self-control going to trap without showing it to Sam's senses.&nbsp; He then looked over at Sami and blatantly looked down her shirt as she leaned forward to see the play.&nbsp; Sami noticed and straightened up with a look of annoyance.<br><br>Sam could feel Jim jump as the card came.&nbsp; He had something - probably two pair, maybe a set, outside chance of a full house.&nbsp; If it was the latter, he had Sam beat.&nbsp; Jim had been getting nothing all night though, so he'd probably jump at any decent break.&nbsp; Jim visually scanned the chips.&nbsp; Sam's poker experience had already totalled it to $270 - almost as much as Sam had left in his stack - but Jim's counting was obvious to anyone used to the table.&nbsp; "$150" he announced, pushing in the better part of his own stack, and then kept his head down, not looking at Sam or anyone else.<br><br>"Seat change please?", Sami's voice came from the side.&nbsp; Michael nodded and Sami shifted over a seat to her right, next to John and leaving the empty seat between her and Bill.&nbsp; John's face (and emotions) showed that he felt he'd just been blessed with a gift from God.&nbsp; Sami gave him a smile as she moved, and John struggled and successfully kept his eyes on hers.&nbsp; "Guess we can stick together with our waters over here, huh?", he quipped, sounding and looking nervous and then blushing with embarrassment that his comment sounded lame.&nbsp; But Sami laughed with a friendly tone.&nbsp; "Yeah, wait til Nicole comes back and we'll gang up on 'em."&nbsp; Sam could feel John's relief, feel him relax, and feel his desire burn.<br><br>But an even brighter desire burned next to him.&nbsp; Liz's right hand drifted below the table and rested on her own inner thigh, a manicured nail lightly rubbing on her jeans up to less than an inch from her sex.&nbsp; Her eyes fluttered for a second, then she sighed again, a bit louder but still discretely and looked towards Sam, her pupils dilated wide, her mouth slightly open.<br><br>It was Sam's turn to bet, with a threat to about half of what he had left, no hand yet but lots of potential... would he trust to luck?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>robitusinz</strong> on <strong>29-11-2006, 02:18:10</strong>
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				&nbsp; By the look on Liz's face, Sam knew he wasn't losing tonight, regardless of what the cards dictated otherwise.&nbsp; Jim was his only competition now, and he put him on three-of-a-kind.&nbsp; He stayed in after the flop because he had a pair...the 3rd 10 just clinched him to ride out the hand.&nbsp; Still, Sam had nothing yet, but lots of potential.&nbsp; Jim would definitely win if the last card didn't come up in Sam's favor.&nbsp; This hand would no doubt come down to luck, but future ones, he might be able to play out to his favor.<br>&nbsp; Sam pushed about half his stack into the pot.&nbsp; "Let's see if those three 10s can beat what I've got, Jim."&nbsp; He smiled and winked at the businessman, then looked over at Liz as he leaned back into his seat.&nbsp; He was so non-chalant, not even caring what the next card could be.&nbsp; After all, it wasn't in his hands any longer anyway.<br>&nbsp; "So what are you doing later tonight?"&nbsp; He whispered to Liz so that it didn't travel farther than it needed to.&nbsp; She was dripping, right where he wanted her.&nbsp; He knew that another strong push would probably get her to masturbate right here for him, and he really had to consider it before deciding against it.&nbsp; No sense in humiliating the poor woman...he didn't think she'd be into that anyway.<br>&nbsp; He liked how Sami moved away from Bill and in turn, got closer to John.&nbsp; That pair seemed destined, so he pulled back his emotional feed until it was the romantic equivalent to a dim room lit only by candlelight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>29-11-2006, 02:37:16</strong>
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				The emotional shockwave from Jim told Sam he had nailed it right on the head, even though Jim didn't lift his head from its stare at the cards on the board.<br><br>Liz's eyes fluttered a bit, her voice a bit dreamlike.&nbsp; "Oh, I don't know.&nbsp; Some dinner, some drinks, some entertainment."&nbsp; Then she clicked a little bit and for once pulled herself together, her finger giving one last stroke and hten becoming still.&nbsp; "What about you?"<br><br>Sam could just sense John and Sami sharing some quite words as well, before they too both turned to see the final card fall.<br><br>"Ace of clubs", Michael announced.&nbsp; Sam could feel Jim's confidence rise.&nbsp; He couldn't see how the ace could hurt him, he had clearly been fearing a third heart on the table.<br><br>"Uh... $125... All-in", Jim announced.&nbsp; Sam could see Michael smile ever so slightly from the corner of his eye as he faced Liz.&nbsp; Michael had commented to him before how he was amazed how much All-In action he saw when Sam was at a table.<br><br>Then another figure entered Sam's field of vision - Nicole had returned and stood by her chair.&nbsp; She was looking over the cards, thinking how things must have gone, and was slipping off her jacket.&nbsp; Sam could feel the tendril still barely attached to her, and it seemed that her confidence had shifted while she was gone.&nbsp; Some of the anger had shifted, she must have talked herself down after her loss, and the bit of lust Sam had pushed her way seems to have slowly settled into that new confidence.&nbsp; As the jacket came off it revealed that the blouse was quite closely fitted to her slender torso, and was sleeveless showing slender toned arms.&nbsp; While the blouse was still fully buttoned up, it was just thin enough for Sam to see the outline of a white bra, perhaps with a suggestion of lace, over small, firm breasts.<br><br>It didn't surprise Sam that he could feel the other men noticing too, particularly John who was right beside her as she took off the top.&nbsp; What did surprise him was Sami... he could feel a wave of appreciation, even desire as Sami looked at the other woman.<br><br>And in the midst of all that Sam had an easy decision to make as Michael looked at him for his next move.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>robitusinz</strong> on <strong>29-11-2006, 02:50:32</strong>
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				&nbsp; For a moment, Sam felt sorry for Jim.&nbsp; Only for a moment, though.&nbsp; The action that really piqued his interest was the little tidbit he felt from Sami as Nicole took off her jacket.&nbsp; His night couldn't possibly get any better.&nbsp; Now the one he felt sorry for was John.&nbsp; He was going to leave Sami for him, but with this new piece of information, he was about to get very, very greedy...Fuck Man Law.<br>&nbsp; Letting Liz simmer for the moment, he latched that psychic tendril back onto Nicole and rode it as deep as it could possibly go.&nbsp; He knew that once he won this next hand...and in the fashion he was going to do it in...Nicole would ease up a bit.&nbsp; Her Darwinistic view of the world would appreciate such a decisive victory, without a doubt.&nbsp; He let another tendril whip out and smack into Sami, now definitely turning up her heat, but trying to focus some of it towards Nicole.&nbsp; He could always work his way in there, but the real game was to get the two girls interested in each other.&nbsp; Even though Nicole hadn't even bothered to look at Sami, he figured it'd be best to start with the path of least resistance, then work on Nicole.<br>&nbsp; Sam pushed his chips into the pot as he sighed.&nbsp; "Jim, c'mon, man, I gave you a chance to fold out gracefully...you really should've taken it."&nbsp; He looked sad for a moment and then smiled.&nbsp; "I'm *almost* sorry to have to take all your money."&nbsp; He wore that smile as he let his gaze roam up to Nicole's eyes on their way to Liz.&nbsp; He finally responded to her question, in a pretty loud tone that was definitely meant for the table to hear.&nbsp; "I'm not quite sure what I'll be doing tonight, but the booze will definitely be on Jim."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>29-11-2006, 03:06:51</strong>
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				As Sam started to talk, and pump the connection to Nicole, her eyes seemed drawn to his.&nbsp; She read the card correctly right away, and knew without even seeing the earlier bets what was coming.&nbsp; She looked into Sam's eyes and saw his victory already there.&nbsp; A smile spread on her face.&nbsp; She had a quite pretty smile really, when she let herself.&nbsp; Sam rode that connection to the eyes and could feel appreciation and admiration displace the coolness that had been there before.&nbsp; There still was a fearsome wall of control - he wasn't feeling any of the sexual opening and heat that he found in Sami and Liz - and the extra distance across the table didn't help - but there was a start there.<br><br>As Sam turned to Liz to deliver his final line, she started to giggle.&nbsp; She didn't understand what was happening like Nicole did, but she knew what Sam intended.&nbsp; The giggle was light, almost girlish, and seemed a sign of how far down the path of arousal she was from when she last laughed.<br><br>The secondary tendril to Sami might have less power behind it, but it needed less urging.&nbsp; Nicole was oblivious to Sami's look, but it was clear.&nbsp; Sam could feel that Sami's sexual attentions now were spread: she still found Sam attractive, was really warming up to John, and now had a surprise on her hands with Nicole.&nbsp; When Sam had seen split feelings like this in people before it tended to get all tangled in jealousies and confusion and conflict, but with Sami it just seemed open and ready and yet without the slutty "I'll take them all and they'll all want me" vibe Sam had seen before.<br><br>From Jim there was confusion and disbelief.&nbsp; He flipped over his hand, and indeed he had three tens just as Sam had announced.<br><br>Michael looked to Sam, knowing exactly what was coming.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>robitusinz</strong> on <strong>29-11-2006, 03:20:43</strong>
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				&nbsp; Sam feigned distraction and continued to flirt with Liz, delaying the inevitable turning of his cards that would reveal the missing King and Queen to the blatant straight on the table.&nbsp; "Maybe we should go for a round at the bar later...you and I, and any other friends that'd like to join us..."&nbsp; As he said that last, he looked up at Nicole.&nbsp; If he'd read her right, she liked confidence and genuine domination...the two businessmen to his right talked up a good game, but were easily dismissable for anything with real substance.&nbsp; They had paper power, and Sam was about to blow one's entire night right out of the water with one flip of his cards.&nbsp; He placed his hand over his cards, then revealed them one-by-one, while eyeing Nicole and not saying a word.&nbsp; The action was poignant, but not dramatic to a sickening degree.<br>&nbsp; "I'm glad you made it back safe, Nicole.&nbsp; I think it's Jim's turn to excuse himself."&nbsp; He let Michael finalize the transactions, then started to pull in his chips.&nbsp; He also shifted his posture so that he was no longer as "open" to Liz.&nbsp; He wanted to show Nicole how he was able to handle Liz easily, but no sense overdoing it.<br>&nbsp; Sam closed his eyes for an instant - it seemed like an elongated blink more than anything - in order to refocus himself.&nbsp; He had his feelers out to Nicole and Sami, but now he decided to pull Liz into the mix as well.&nbsp; With Liz's libido already pumping the kinds of urges he desired, he figured he might be able to use Liz as a "battery" to charge up the other two as well.&nbsp; Plus, maybe all the feminine emotions would play well together and set Sam up for one hell of a night.&nbsp; It was all about experimentation...and this was just the 5/10 table anyway.&nbsp; The night was fairly young, and he still hadn't even checked out the high-rollers yet.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>29-11-2006, 03:31:19</strong>
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				Sam was starting to feel the effects of the night's exertions - running up Liz had been easy, Sami not too much harder, the table-wide blasts had started to pile up like, but all of the effort piled into Nicole was almost as taxing as all of the rest of what he had done so far.&nbsp; He needed that breath to feel out how he might channel Liz into the others.&nbsp; When he opened his eyes from that long blink he realized how much it had taken out of him.<br><br>Then Jim surprised him by turning gentleman in his own right.&nbsp; "You're right Sam, I think I'm done, and nice play there."&nbsp; He held out his hand for a handshake.&nbsp; His demeanor was resigned.&nbsp; Bill behind him seemed a little surprised too, but looked like he had had enough, and stood and started to extend his hand to Sam as well.&nbsp; Then Sam could feel the old man starting to do the same - the peer pressure of it combined with the spiderweb of psychic connections Sam had thrown out there.&nbsp; And it occured to him - everyone at the table was probably about to shake his hand, giving him a chance to make a pathway to them.<br><br>Even Nicole.&nbsp; In fact, while she hadn't held out her hand yet in that split second of realization, he could feel her following suit.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>robitusinz</strong> on <strong>29-11-2006, 03:57:42</strong>
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				&nbsp; Sam knew that if he went one by one without protecting himself, the feedback would be killer.&nbsp; He immediately ceased all his "operations" and concentrated on calming down his uncanny power.&nbsp; With a gentlemanly smile, he took Jim's hand and shook it.&nbsp; "It was a good hand, Jim...you played it well, but sometimes it all comes down to pure luck.&nbsp; Can't do much about it."&nbsp; Though he enjoyed his victory, he knew to be gracious.&nbsp; After all, a beloved King does not step on his peasants.<br>&nbsp; So far, so good...he'd felt a moderate feedback from Jim, but he was able to hold out against it.&nbsp; He figured he could take the rest of the handshakes well, and still have a little something to give Nicole when she stepped up to the plate.&nbsp; He shook Bill's hand, then the old man's, offering them polite pleasantries and a nod of his head.<br><br>(OOC note via PM)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>29-11-2006, 14:29:11</strong>
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				Jim gave him a good "we're both men" handshake.&nbsp; As he and Bill stepped away, Sam could hear Bill saying "You know what I think we need - a show - there's this new revue that just opened down the strip that's supposed to be the hottest yet and I've been thinking about it for the past hour."&nbsp; Sam had been around Vegas long enough that every year there was a new showgirl revue that was "the hottest yet" according to the marketing.&nbsp; And certainly some of them were damn hot.<br><br>Ernie and Pete shook Sam's hand and stepped back.<br><br>Liz's handshake was warm, and the touch made his contact to her all the easier and effortless.&nbsp; He knew she was his for whatever he wanted at this point.&nbsp; She almost wanted to kiss him here and now as soon as he took her hand, but she held back.&nbsp; There was some public composure she was trying to keep in line.<br><br>John's handshake was warm too, with a feeling of nerves and arousal.&nbsp; As he leaned back from the handshake across the table, the kid's eyes followed the figures and backsides of Sami and Nicole as they leaned foward in turn.<br><br>Sami gave him a wink and a quick shake.&nbsp; Getting closer to her he could tell that her body was better, more trim, than her clothes gave her credit for.&nbsp; If she was dressed as put together as Nicole or Liz, she'd be a knockout, and as he touched her hand he realized she knew that.&nbsp; She was dressed down in a comfortable way that kept her from getting even more attention, but she couldn't help but exude that comfortable sexuality even if she was in a burlap sack.&nbsp; There was a healthy sexual appetite in her, a depth of experience without jadedness, that Sam hadn't seen before.&nbsp; The contact with her meant that the tendril he had established before now took much less effort, and further reads and urges would be easier.<br><br>Then there was Nicole.&nbsp; Her hand was a bit cool, if only in comparison to the others.&nbsp; She held his eyes.&nbsp; "Nice job there.&nbsp; Are you going to give a girl a chance to get her money back?"&nbsp; Sam was able to establish the channel, strengthen the tendril that clung to her mental defenses.&nbsp; But what he wanted to do with that avenue, and how much, was the big question.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>robitusinz</strong> on <strong>02-01-2007, 16:18:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Sam knew he'd come to a crossroads.&nbsp; He couldn't afford to continue being greedy, else he'd miss his chances with all three females.&nbsp; He took a quick assessment of the situation:&nbsp; Nicole intrigued him more than the others, and was a proven challenge...if he continued his night with her, there would be plenty to keep him interested.&nbsp; Liz, while hot and obviously horny, was going to be easy.&nbsp; He'd have a great night with her, no doubt, but is she worth trading Nicole and possibly Sami for?&nbsp; Sami had the right weaponry to keep his eye.&nbsp; Even in the sack she wore, he could make out those tender curves that'd make his mouth water.&nbsp; Still, she was young, and maybe didn't deserve to get "played".&nbsp; Plus, there was John to consider...he might have a nice night if Sam didn't interfere.&nbsp; He wasn't one to be so charitable, but John seemed like a nice guy.<br>&nbsp; He smiled inwardly as he hatched a plan in microseconds.&nbsp; To Nicole's question, he smiled and nodded.&nbsp; "You're a good player...I could probably help you get even better.&nbsp; I'd love to have a private game with you later.&nbsp; Say 11 o'clock?&nbsp; We could meet at the hotel bar."&nbsp; He lingered a few feet from the table they'd just vacated, keeping tabs on what Liz moves on to while focusing his attention mostly on Nicole.&nbsp; Sami, unfortunately, he'd have to write off, even with the very intriguing prospect of a three-way.&nbsp; Hell, there could still be an alignment of planets which might get Liz and Sami together anyway, with or without him.<br><br>(OOC:&nbsp; I'm assuming 11 would be like an hour or so from the present time.&nbsp; We never dictated what time it was.)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>04-01-2007, 23:00:54</strong>
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				(OOC: Time sounds fine.&nbsp; 10 o'clock it is.)<br><br>"I'll be there." Nicole replied.&nbsp; She let his hand go, and stepped away without any further ado, giving him that nice view of her backside as she stepped away heading out of the poker area.<br><br>"So.&nbsp; Now that you've devastated the table what are you going to do?", Liz said in a conspiratorial tone, the arousal just oozing in her voice.&nbsp; She had taken another step closer into his personal space as soon as he leaned back from shaking hands with Nicole.&nbsp; Out of the corner of his eye he could see John quietly approaching Sami, and speaking to her quietly.&nbsp; Sami smiled at the young man, but her eyes flicked back over to Sam, as if seeing what he was going to do.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>robitusinz</strong> on <strong>04-01-2007, 23:24:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Sam followed Nicole with his eyes for as long as he could without looking like a complete heel, then gave his attention to Liz as she questioned him.&nbsp; "Well, love, later tonight I'll probably entangle myself in a few of the high roller tables."&nbsp; He checked his watch, then continued, "But the night's still fairly early, so I was considering going back up to my suite for a drink.&nbsp; You ladies would be more than welcome to come."&nbsp; He smiled at Liz, then gave Sami a sideways glance, making sure she'd caught the invite as well.&nbsp; Given the opportunity fate presented, he dug in hard with his psychic feelers, increasing the lust in both women.&nbsp; He felt sorry for John, "Oh well," he thought, "losers weepers..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>05-01-2007, 14:08:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz smiles back, her breath warm, her body close to him.&nbsp; He had her entirely wrapped around his psychic finger... or maybe some body part other than a finger.<br><br>But the feeling he got from his connection to Sami was suddenly one of distaste.&nbsp; He could still feel her arousal, but something had tripped in her that made her less interested in him.&nbsp; The sideways glance saw the disgust on her face, then Sami turned back to John and stepped away with him.&nbsp; The young man seemed largely oblivious, caught up in the moment of being with her.&nbsp; It was hard to tell if it was Liz being so over-forward with him, or something he said, or some combination of things, but Sami seemed lost to him... at least for now.<br><br>He felt Liz take his hand, her flesh warm. "That sounds wonderful."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>robitusinz</strong> on <strong>05-01-2007, 16:07:05</strong>
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				&nbsp; Sam pulled his feeler quickly out of Sami.&nbsp; Had she felt some feedback from his last thought?&nbsp; The thought lingered in the back of his mind as he tried to place his concentration back fully onto Liz.&nbsp; She was obviously receptive to him, and he was excited to see what sort of perversions he could draw from her if he really made the effort.<br>&nbsp; He brought Liz's hand up to the crook of his elbow and lead her, very "gentlemanly" through the Casino, towards the elevators that eventually lead up to his suite.&nbsp; He took advantage of their closeness to work his psychic tendrils into her, pushing his limits, going to an extent that he'd only gone before during actual sex.&nbsp; With every "conquest", Sam enjoyed pushing himself, he loved seeing just how far he could go.&nbsp; Not only were his powers a tool for pleasure, but they fueled his natural curiosity by providing a perfect case study of others' sexuality.&nbsp; He couldn't help but explore, the excitement drew him in.<br>&nbsp; "I have to admint, Liz, I find you absolutely stunning.&nbsp; I'm not sure what it is...maybe your eyes...but I was enchanted almost as soon as I laid eyes on you."&nbsp; He smiled to her as the elevator doors openned and he lead her in, pressing the button for his floor and then slyly hitting the "Door Close" button so the elevator would remain empty save for the both of them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>05-01-2007, 16:41:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz was practically pulsing with erotic energy from his stimulation as they walked.&nbsp; He could feel it from the connection, see it in the pinkness of her cheeks that wasn't from her makeup and how it extended into the cleavage he now had just a nice view of in tight black shirt.&nbsp; Even her walk seemed a little different.&nbsp; She looks into Sam's eyes as he flatters her, and the arousal is wild there, her mouth slightly open though she says nothing.<br><br>As soon as the doors even started to close she pressed herself into him, her mouth questing for his, her chest pressed into his, her hips leaning into his, her arms around him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>robitusinz</strong> on <strong>05-01-2007, 17:42:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Sam grabbed the back of the older woman's head and clenched his fingers, taking a good fistful of her hair into his palm.&nbsp; He kissed her deeply, lewdly, giving her that feel of desire that he knew she so longed for.&nbsp; The heat he poured into the kiss would make her feel like she'd been trapped in ice since she got married, and he was finally melting her.<br>&nbsp; He felt their psychic connection deepening, and he let the floodgates open wide.&nbsp; He let her feel him, just as he felt her, giving both of them a deep, almost spiritual connection.&nbsp; There was an opportunity to drop all inhibition, explore all perversions and taboos - she could have no doubts that this man desired her fully - and Sam was ready to tempt her.<br>&nbsp; He broke the kiss as his hand reached her lower back, keeping her firmly implanted against him.&nbsp; "These doors could open at any second, and we could be caught here...what if it was your husband who showed up?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>07-01-2007, 20:22:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her hips slowly ground into his, her mouth hot against his.&nbsp; Her could feel her desire, how she let herself get all bottled up for months at a time before taking some young man as a one-tight stand.&nbsp; There was a depth of sexual experience there - she had been a passionate woman for a long time, and that's probably how she snared her husband, but now she didn't get the outlet she once did.&nbsp; She wanted to be desired, to be wild, to do things perhaps she never had before she was married, as if to make up for opportunities passed up.&nbsp; To be the center of attention, the focal point of an orgy, to preside over lust.&nbsp; How much of that was truly and how much was fantasy taken even farther than she might normally dream if not for what Sam was doing to her?&nbsp; Sam often preferred to think that no woman did anything under his attention that she wouldn't do normally, but he had pushed her so far tonight already maybe this was past even that.<br><br>She tore herself away.&nbsp; "I can solve that."&nbsp; One hand reached out, and pressed the button for a floor a few higher than Sam's suite.&nbsp; "The one place he won't be tonight is our room.&nbsp; Come with me.&nbsp; Someone ought to get some use out of all the luxuries I made him pay for."&nbsp; The door started to open for Sam's floor, and she hit the door close button and turned back to him and started nuzzling his neck.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>robitusinz</strong> on <strong>08-01-2007, 19:43:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Sam's nostrils flared as he watched her slam the "door close" button then punch in her floor.&nbsp; When she turned back, he pulled her into his embrace, bringing her face against the side of his neck.&nbsp; He closed his eyes and relished in the thoughts that flowed from her, the raw, sexual energies that she simply oozed.<br>&nbsp; He brought his hand up and began to massage her breasts through her blouse, aching to feel her flesh.&nbsp; "Your husband's barely tapped into you, hasn't he?"&nbsp; He'd never made a woman go against her will, but he loved to see how far their limits would expand.&nbsp; Liz was just so ripe for a multitude of fantasies, he couldn't even begin to beleive how potent her imagination was.&nbsp; If anything, he felt regret, regret that he wouldn't be on the receiving end of all these great things floating through her brain.&nbsp; An orgy...the psychic "juice" he'd be able to pull from such a thing would take his powers further than ever.&nbsp; His cock grew hard at the thought of the mass of writhing bodies, Liz at the center, sucking and fucking with wild abandonment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>08-01-2007, 22:24:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam fingers and thumb quickly find her hard nipples barely constrained by the top and the bra beneath.&nbsp; The lines of each layer emphasizing what is beneath.&nbsp; Her breasts are full, rounded, and most certainly surgically enhanced.&nbsp; She moans lightly into his neck as his hands knead her, her teeth nipping at his neck.&nbsp; One of her hands presses into his pants, finding and stroking the outline of his manhood.&nbsp; "Not for years, not for years." she replies between breathy exhalations.&nbsp; Her hand rose and unbuttoned and unzipped his fly, and then her hand was in his pants reaching to encircle him even as the elevator doors opened behind her.&nbsp; If before she seemed to still be bound by some concerns over public displays it was certainly gone here and now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>robitusinz</strong> on <strong>08-01-2007, 22:38:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Sam considered Nicole for a moment, realizing this might take a wee bit longer than he had anticipated.&nbsp; Liz had a deep well of needed satisfaction, a debt that's been accumulating for years.&nbsp; He wanted to tap deep into her, release whatever she had inside, like some sort of psychic sex therapist.<br>&nbsp; His fingers squeezed her skull, keeping her face buried into his neck while he looked down at her.&nbsp; He saw her breasts straining against her top and bra, his hand only serving to tease her nipples, making one perk through into his sight.&nbsp; He had no real preference for natural or enhanced breasts, loving them all in their myriad shapes and sizes.&nbsp; One thing he did like was the obvious lengths Liz took to keep herself attractive...a woman like that deserved to have her fantasies fulfilled.<br>&nbsp; He knew that part of her game here was to get back at her husband, and the thought of cuckolding some pretentious millionaire was quite appealing to Sam.&nbsp; However, he was unsure how far she wanted to take it.&nbsp; When she started grabbing his dick, he rolled his hips forward so she could gain perfect access.&nbsp; "Well, you're so close to getting properly tapped...shame your husband can't be here to share...it'd be an educating, if humiliating, experience."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>08-01-2007, 22:52:48</strong>
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				"Oh, he's not very good at sharing, though he does seem to like sampling whatever meets his fancy." She leans back from him, and begins leading him through the elevator door by his cock in her fist.&nbsp; "I once even offered to play along, to join whatever girl he wanted in his bed.&nbsp; I thought that kind of thing was every man's fantasy.&nbsp; But he turned me down.&nbsp; Maybe he already had several young things lined up." Her top had become a bit pulled aside from their fondling, the black lace-and-sheer of the bra now half exposed across one breast, the nipple only just still covered by the top.&nbsp; She gave him a little tug. "But come on, let's forget that.&nbsp; Come show me what I've got to play with."&nbsp; Her smile was desirous and wide, her lips so full and waiting.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>robitusinz</strong> on <strong>08-01-2007, 23:09:00</strong>
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				&nbsp; Sam chuckled, not in response to anything she said, but to the absurdity of being lead around by his dick.&nbsp; This was definitely a first for him, and it almost immediately put him in a submissive mood.&nbsp; He decided to cease mentioning her husband at her request, her desires having obviously moved passed simple revenge.&nbsp; She could feel him growing harder by the second as she lead him down the hall.&nbsp; Even though no one would be able to see his actual cock, her hand in his fly would be clearly noticeable.<br>&nbsp; The psychic connection was just about in full swing...it was quickly becomming a two-way conduit, heightening her experience as it did his.&nbsp; She could almost feel the extra dollop of excitement in him from the small bit of humiliation at being dragged about by his cock.&nbsp; Of course, she was constantly reassured of how much he wanted her...in fact, her currently disheveled appearance was driving him wild.&nbsp; He wanted to see her in the nude, but moreso, he wanted to enjoy the ride there.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>09-01-2007, 14:21:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her could feel her desire, her passion, and she seemed to respond to his submissive mood through the conduit to become more confident.&nbsp; She seemed extremely sexually moldable, at least in her current state, and had the feel of a woman who wants to be in control and yet wants to feel pursued and taken.<br><br>She removed her hands from his pants as she approached a slightly oversize door with a brass plate reading "Constellation Suite".&nbsp; She withdrew a key from her purse and strode in, not looking back at him.&nbsp; The purse dropped to the floor by the door.&nbsp; Her hands went to her sides and pulled her top off over her head, showing her smooth clear back crossed by the black band of her bra.&nbsp; She kept on walking, her hands going to the clasp of the bra and soon that too was on the floor halfway across the room.<br><br>The entry room was as large as many of the hotel rooms a dozen floors down.&nbsp; An array of comfortable sitting chairs were arranged around a table, a bar set into the wall, even a miniature chandelier from the ceiling with a multitude of sparking crystals.&nbsp; The room was themed in dark blue and parchment colors.&nbsp; Opposite the sitting area was a desk with a computer with flat screen monitor, and an even larger flat-screen TV against the wall facing a leather couch.<br><br>But Liz was striding through all this down a hallway towards the back.&nbsp; She stopped and twisted to look back at him, one hand coming to cover the front of her breast in that classic pose.&nbsp; Her body looked trim and fit, particularly for her age.&nbsp; The contrast of her bare, lightly tanned skin with many-ringed fingers covering her breast in false modesty with the tight black pants and heels is striking.&nbsp; "Do be a dear and close that door, would you?"&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>robitusinz</strong> on <strong>09-01-2007, 15:38:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Sam would've looked around the room and appreciated its luxuries had he not visited glitzy Vegas super-suites before.&nbsp; To him, such opulence was commonplace...all of Vegas was gaudy and over-glamoured, and he'd seen enough of it not to be impressed anymore.&nbsp; The uber glitz was for the tourists.<br>&nbsp; No, Sam's attention was focused solely on the lustful animal padding across the nonsense, towards a hallways that could only lead one place.&nbsp; He closed the door behind him quickly, setting the lock while never taking his eyes off her.&nbsp; He undid his tie as he crossed the room, draping it over his shoulder...ties could always come in handy where sex was concerned.&nbsp; The effect of her current "look" registered on his face as he neared her.<br>&nbsp; He loved a woman that could initiate and reciprocate, not just lie there and get pleasured.&nbsp; Liz knew how to work the situation, she was a player, not simply a participator.&nbsp; That all made him ever more excited as he put his arm around her waist and pulled her in for another kiss.&nbsp; He penetrated her mouth with his tongue, eager to be inside her in any way he could.&nbsp; He pushed her against the wall of the hallway and pressed up against her.&nbsp; Quickly he shrugged off his jacket, then he grabbed both of her hands and pinned them up over her head while he began to kiss and lick her jaw and neck. <br>&nbsp; Their psychic connection was really starting to heat up.&nbsp; She could still feel that tinge of submissiveness brought on by her forward moves, but it was obvious that Sam was no sissy.&nbsp; He was moved by his passions, and she felt it on multiple levels...the way he worshipped her with his mouth made it obvious, but there was just that intangible reassurance that melted away any inhibitions.&nbsp; After all, why hold back when you "feel" the person you're with is completely lost in lust over you?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>09-01-2007, 16:22:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her breasts were firm, full, and self-supporting.&nbsp; She had clearly chosen the right size, not falling to the temptation of some women to get enhancements that look too large on their frames.&nbsp; Her torso was toned but with just a bit more flesh than a fitness junkie would want.&nbsp; The diamond in her belly-button seemed to summon his eyes down to the line of the low-riding pants and the exposed black thong.&nbsp; She eagerly let her arms be pinned up, forcing her chest up and out towards him.&nbsp; Her mouth met his, her tongue dancing with his hotly, her face arcing and urging to meet his.&nbsp; Her hips gyrated ever so slightly as they pressed into him, subtly and expertly grinding against his hardness.&nbsp; Her flesh was warm and baby soft to his touch, and the scent of her perfume rose around him.<br><br>Psychically it was clear she liked the way they seemed to be swapping off the lead, and she hungered for him to continue, to push.&nbsp; She wanted his naked body next to hers, in hers.&nbsp; The lust he had stoked was driving her, heating her, making her want him to take her now and over and over as far as his endurance would last.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>robitusinz</strong> on <strong>09-01-2007, 18:00:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; The passion just flowed, heightening as his hands moved down her arms, fingers digging grooves into her soft forearms, then her biceps, her armpits, until they finally reached the sides of her breasts.&nbsp; His mouth trailed downwards as well, kissing and licking her throat and chest until his tongue was slipping into the hot valley between her breasts.&nbsp; He could taste the saltiness of her perspiration, and his nostrils were full of her perfume, both aphrodisiacs that kept him in a state of lustful insanity.<br>&nbsp; He squeezed her breasts together, forcing them to smash against his cheeks as he slid his face out from between the peaks slowly.&nbsp; He was enjoying her, appreciating her flesh.&nbsp; By the time his tongue finally lashed at her nipples, he'd virtually owned her breasts with his lips and fingers.&nbsp; He alternated between each rosy bud...where he wasn't sucking, he was teasing out with his fingertips.&nbsp; He treated her expertly, never sucking or squeezing too hard, always applying the right amount of pressure, or lack thereof.&nbsp; The way he toyed with her tits let her know that he wasn't just doing it for her pleasure, but for his as well as he thoroughly enjoyed them.<br>&nbsp; He had been crouching as he explored her, but now he had to drop to his knees.&nbsp; He was left eye-level with the top of her abdomen, his teeth at the perfect height to reach in and bite the top of her stomach.&nbsp; He loved that she wasn't some gym bunny, her flesh supple as it filled his mouth.&nbsp; His hands dropped down to her sides as he left a trail of love-kisses down her belly.&nbsp; His tongue darted out against her navel, and he played with the diamond attached to her belly button.<br>&nbsp; His fingers curled into the top of her black pants just as his lower lip hit the line of her thong.&nbsp; He looked up at her, up into her eyes, and she could feel the burn.&nbsp; With the gaze he gave her, the deep-rooted desire inherent in his eyes, he didn't even need a psychic link to relay his desire.&nbsp; The link now served to simply relay the pleasure each of them was feeling, to heighten each others' experience.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>09-01-2007, 18:42:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned as his touch, his licks, her pressure on her breasts, leaving her arms upstretched as though he still held them there against the wall at first.&nbsp; Then they drifted, twisted, signs of the pleasure running through her.&nbsp; As he moved to her belly, her hands came down, sliding over her own breasts as if light shadows of his own ministrations, and from there to tangle themselves amongst the hair of his head as he teased the piercing in her navel.<br><br>As he looked up at her, she glared playful down at him, and pulled his head back by his hair, throwing him off-balance from his crouch away from her.&nbsp; As he regained his balance, she strutted away from him back down the hall, her walk and her heels overemphasizing the sway of her hips.&nbsp; He could feel how she wanted to be seen, to be desired, to be stared at, to exercise power over him by denying and granting him in alternation until it was time for their full joining.<br><br>She leaned with one hand on the threshold of an open door, and with the other hand unhooked one heel and tossed it over her shoulder towards Sam without looking.&nbsp; Then the other heel came flying towards him, literally into his lap.&nbsp; Then both hands came to her waist, and with one motion she bent over away from him, pushing her pants all the way down to her ankles.&nbsp; The tiny back of the thong separated two full, luscious buttcheeks, and between them he could see a sheer mesh panel barely concealing her shave sex.<br><br>Then she stepped out the pants, shot a glowing look over her shoulder at Sam, and took a long step out of sight into the room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>robitusinz</strong> on <strong>09-01-2007, 22:08:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Sam threw a hand to catch himself from falling on his ass, her pushing knocking him off-balance.&nbsp; He watched her in amusement as she pranced away, a smile forming on his lips.&nbsp; With a tiger-like pounce, he got on all fours, then pushed off the floor to stand upright and make his way down the hall towards her.<br>&nbsp; He waited until he got to the doorframe and she came within sight again to remove his shirt.&nbsp; Button after button revealed a masculine chest, naturally contoured and just shy of chiseled.&nbsp; His chest was covered in soft, black fur that matched his arms and stomach, just enough to articulate his body, but hardly enough to seem disgusting.&nbsp; The scent of cologne was mingled into his chest hair, giving him a clean, well kept feel.<br>&nbsp; He tossed the shirt aside and crossed his arms, making his pecs bulge as he cocked his head to the side and regarded her.&nbsp; He kept the smile on his face as his eyes literally made love to her, gaze washing over every inch of her skin, now virtually naked.&nbsp; "You're even more breath-taking than I'd fantasized at the poker table..."&nbsp; She could easily see the bulge in his crotch shift, rising with anticipation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>10-01-2007, 14:09:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Beyond the door was the master bedroom, scaled to Vegas excess.&nbsp; The dark blue ceiling was pinpointed by fiber-optic lines to create a realistically patterned night sky.&nbsp; A walk-in closet was open with a wealth of what must be Liz's clothes, and another door opened into what looked to be a luxurious bathroom that might in another place be a spa undo itself.&nbsp; But the focus of the room, and Sam's attention was the bed.&nbsp; It was a custom size larger than a California King, big enough for a half-dozen well-aquainted adults to romp on.&nbsp; But right now the only person lounging on its midnight blue covers was Liz.<br><br>Virtually naked indeed, sitting on its edge and leaning backward on her elbows.&nbsp; Her whole body seemed to point right at Sam as he stepped through - her eyes, her breasts, and the tiny sheer mesh triangle that covered her sex between slightly opened legs.&nbsp; Open and vulnerable to him, yet her bearing and composure seemed strong.<br><br>Her eyes drifted from his down across his chest to the bulge in his pants, then back up to his eyes."You're as much and more than I hoped when you sat down next to me.&nbsp; But I'm ready to see more."&nbsp; Her eyes were dark, sultry pools in the half light.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>robitusinz</strong> on <strong>10-01-2007, 16:34:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Sam smiled as he brought his eyes up to meet hers.&nbsp; "Is that right?"&nbsp; The look his face was playfully sly as his hands slid down his abdomen and his thumbs hooked into the top of his pants.&nbsp; He went for his belt and undid the buckle slowly, then undid the fastenings of his trousers.&nbsp; He started towards her as he kicked off his shoes, and by the time he stood between her knees, he had unzipped his fly, revealing a tuft of black hair over the line of black, silk boxer shorts.<br>&nbsp; He held his hands behind his back, letting his pants drop down.&nbsp; They were held up only by his upper thighs as he kept his legs slightly spread.&nbsp; His black shorts were in full view, and only a single button kept the fly closed.&nbsp; He let her look for a few more moments, then took a step back and kicked his pants off completely.&nbsp; He bent his legs up to remove his socks, and threw those away as well.<br>&nbsp; Finally, he was as virtually naked as she was, revealing toned, strong legs.&nbsp; He was obviously a runner, his lower body more developed than his upper half.&nbsp; She wasn't able to see his ass, but the cheeks were firm and well-shaped.&nbsp; As a finale to the show, he clenched his pc muscle, literally making his cock jump beneath his boxers, the bulging tent in his boxers popping up towards her invitingly.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; "Here we are, even handed...who'll drop theirs first?"&nbsp; He chuckled as he eyed her.&nbsp; He simply stood there between her legs, his hands held behind his back.&nbsp; The pose could be vulnerable or intimidating, it all depended on how she wanted to see it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>10-01-2007, 18:36:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She watched his disrobing with admiring eyes and slightly parted lips.&nbsp; When he paused, she leaned forward to sit upright.&nbsp; She stretched out one hand and ran a long-nailed finger from the tip of the bulge down the underside of his silk-covered cock until it reached his balls.&nbsp; Then she inverted her hand, holding his balls through the boxers in her fingers, gently stroking their underside and backside with her nails and fingertips.&nbsp; With the other hand she undid the button of the boxers, letting him pop out to be admired.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>robitusinz</strong> on <strong>10-01-2007, 20:48:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; He followed her with his eyes, taking all of her in as she sat up, then just focusing on her hands as she brought them to his shorts.&nbsp; He contracted his muscles again as she ran her hand scrutinously across him, making his cock really press into her hand.&nbsp; Even through the boxers, his balls felt heavy, ripe...he'd been turned on for quite some time now for them to be in that state - no doubt he had been thinking of this moment long before it occured.<br>&nbsp; She popped the button and his manhood tumbled out to greet her.&nbsp; He was circumsized, the fat, purple head at the end of his shaft exposed like a thick knot at the end of a velvet rope.&nbsp; It flared out into a wide crown that gave it a truly regal apperance.&nbsp; Beyond the ridge, his shaft was a healthy reddish color, swollen and engorged, with a few thick veins that criss-crossed it along the top which would no doubt provide great texture for her as their friction built.&nbsp; Casting a shadow through the open fly was the same black fur that made a trail down from his belly button.&nbsp; Even with his shorts still on, she could see that he was well-groomed in that area, not the messy, bushy tangle that most men kept.&nbsp; From her close distance, she could take in his aroma.&nbsp; It smelled clean, yet with that distinct scent of intimate flesh that was unmistakeable.<br>&nbsp; He brought a hand into play, placing it gently on the underside of her chin.&nbsp; He lifted her face up gently so he could stare into her eyes.&nbsp; The same pose, if her mouth were open, would easily allow him to slide into it, but that wasn't his goal.&nbsp; He simply stared, as if going past her eyes and digging into her very essence.&nbsp; The psychic bond he nurtured between them flared with anticipation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>10-01-2007, 21:40:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled, and lowered her head to give him a long slow lick from where his shaft disappeared into the boxers up until the bottom of his head.&nbsp; There, the tongue played back and forth along that bottom surface where many men seem to be so sensitive, before she stroked back down again.&nbsp; It was a long, teasing feeling as she licked back up there was the moment where one might anticipate that she would take him fully into her mouth and then instead she returned back down again with another lick.&nbsp; Her warm breath played over his length.&nbsp; On the next rise up, her tongue played all around his head, over its top, around the swollen opening.&nbsp; Then her lips advanced, took his very head into her mouth, and the tongue played all over its surface as she lightly sucked.<br><br>The hand holding his shaft slid down to replace the hand that had been cradling his balls, and that hand slid down between her own legs, gently sliding over the thin fabric covering her sex.&nbsp; It was already wetly molded to her from her own juices, and Sam could now smell her own scent drifting up to him.<br><br>Sam could sense some conflict in her - her desire had been built and stoked so much from his impulses and her own needs that she wanted gratification and wanted it fast and soon, wanted to be taken and used hard... but another part of her wanted to build this, wanted to seduce him, tease him, control him.&nbsp; Licking him while stroking herself was her compromise for now, but her own touch was building her desire even greater.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>robitusinz</strong> on <strong>10-01-2007, 21:51:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Sam's nostrils flared as he watched her tease his cock up to full attention.&nbsp; The site of her was magnificent...he watched her breasts bob as she breathed, those full, luscious globes that he'd only made passing use of.&nbsp; He'd love to slip his cock between those lovely orbs, and those feelings were being reflected in their psychic bond.<br>&nbsp; "I don't think it's fair that you've gotten a taste of me, and I haven't had one of you..."&nbsp; He gestured to the empty expanse of bed next to her.&nbsp; "Why don't I lie down and you get on me?"&nbsp; He licked his lower lip as he looked at her, influenced inadverdently by her desires.&nbsp; He couldn't see much of what her fingers were doing, but from the movement of her forearm, he knew exactly what was going on down there.&nbsp; He wondered absently if her husband ate her pussy out to her satisfaction, and was giddy anticipating the results he'd get after giving her an incredible tongue-lashing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>10-01-2007, 22:04:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz smiled and let his tip drop from her lips.&nbsp; "That sounds wonderful.", she breathed, her voice husky with desire.&nbsp; She leaned forward into him, her breasts brushing his thighs, and then her hands came up to press their soft inner curves together around his cock.&nbsp; She was responding so well to his very thoughts that she certainly thought it was her own idea.&nbsp; In turn, he could sense that she certainly hadn't gotten much oral attention for a while and she eagerly anticipated it.<br><br>She sat up, dragging the soft,warm flesh of her tits over and around his length until he came free, and then turned and crawled away from him until she was in the middle of the expansive bed, her curvy bottom waggling at him as she did so.&nbsp; Then she sat up in a kneeling position, her breasts in beautiful rounded profile to him, and patted the bed next to her.&nbsp; "Why don't you come right up here?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>robitusinz</strong> on <strong>10-01-2007, 22:12:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Sam groaned as she rocked up and smothered his cock with her globes.&nbsp; It was not just the feel of her firm chest against the underside of his cock and the cloud-like tit-flesh all around it, no, it was the insane visual of his cock-head peeking out from between her large tits.&nbsp; He rocked with her, letting her feel his heavy scrotum rub against her upper abdomen while his dick stroked upwards, just barely hitting her throat.&nbsp; He left a small dab of his pre-cum there, like a water-mark trophy of how high he was able to get.&nbsp; He almost whimpered when she pulled away, having enjoyed the eroticism of the quick act so much.<br>&nbsp; Their eagerness was more than shared, and he was quick to sit on the bed.&nbsp; He slid backwards until he was looking up at her, and he already had an arm circling her lower body, inviting her to straddle his face.&nbsp; "Leave your panties on...they're going to help you remember this later."&nbsp; The smile that crept across his lips just dripped lust, if not his own saliva, as his mouth watered at the thought of having her in his mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>11-01-2007, 21:19:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She actually had just started to move her hands to the straps of the panties when he spoke, and she smiled a naughty little smile at the though.&nbsp; "Should we leave your boxers on so you'll have something to remember this by later too?"&nbsp; She leaned forward into a crawl, her breasts dangling invitingly, each nipple erectly pointing down now though they somewhat unnaturally kept their shape more than they might be expected to.&nbsp; She sank down on her legs, lowering herself down onto his face.&nbsp; The mesh of the panties was indeed soaked with her juices, molded to her bare lips, and her scent filled his nostrils.&nbsp; At the same time, he felt her warm breath on the tip of his cock again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>robitusinz</strong> on <strong>11-01-2007, 21:38:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; From Sam's point of view, she looked simply amazing, regardless of her unnaturally shaped breasts.&nbsp; As she crawled over him, he couldn't help but bring his mouth up to suckle one of her nipples as it passed by.&nbsp; He licked her stomach as well, tracing a clear line as she moved over him.<br>&nbsp; As soon as her damp panties came up to his nostrils, she could see her effect on him clearly by the twitching of his cock.&nbsp; He couldn't spare a moment of his mouth to answer her...she could damn well do as she pleased with his boxers.<br>&nbsp; His hands went immediately around her waist and came down on her ass cheeks, clamping her into position.&nbsp; He&nbsp; didn't even bother to move her thong aside, instead he put his mouth on her damp underwear and sucked.&nbsp; She could no doubt feel the pressure of his tongue pressed up against her clit through her soaked panties.&nbsp; He sucked and sucked, the lip-smacking sounds eminating lewd, yet somehow satisfying as he feasted on her sex.<br>&nbsp; Considering how good he felt while he kept her thong on, when he finally hook a finger into the string and pulled them aside to reveal her in her fully glory and finally probe her bare sex with his tongue, she had to be elated.&nbsp; There was no part of her he didn't touch with his initial licks, slipping the tip of his tongue over her clit, under her hood, through her labia, and even up to her tight little asshole.&nbsp; He rimmed her a bit, then focused his attention back on her pussy.&nbsp; He would forego the foreplay and get her to her first orgasm quickly, and then take his time to tease her out, hopefully driving her mad with lust in the process.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>12-01-2007, 15:33:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned from the moment he sucked at her through the thong, and Sam could feel the need and the satisfaction through their psychic link.&nbsp; In some way, he felt her thrill, her warm building orgasm, how it grew stronger and nearer with every lick and suck.&nbsp; She was very wet already, and her juices quickly covered his lips and nose.&nbsp; It even made it hard for her to concentrate on pleasing him, though soon her lips again encircled his tip and began slowly working her way down his length, her tongue swirling and flicking.<br><br>When he pushed the mesh aside and went to work on her swollen sex, a jolt went through her and back to him.&nbsp; Her orgasm went from building to flooding through her, powerful and strong, and she laid her head down by the base of his cock and panted as she stroked his wet length with her hand.&nbsp; She started to call out to him, but the sounds just came as animalistic pleasured groans.&nbsp; He could feel it, a need that had been building for a long time, exploding through her and thus him.&nbsp; Her breasts at first drifted, rubbing over his abs, but as she lay down they pressed warmly against him as it seemed all she could do was lie there on him and ride the wave he had created in her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>robitusinz</strong> on <strong>17-01-2007, 21:48:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Sam slid his tongue deep inside her warm canal, her juices flowing down the pink muscle as she cam for him.&nbsp; His cock was standing hard and in need of attention, so as he gripped her ass with one hand, he moved the other to her hair.&nbsp; His fingers dug into her skull, her hair entwining between them, and he pushed her face towards his cock.&nbsp; He could feel the thick purple head hitting her cheek, just before he managed to find her open mouth and slip into her lips with an upward motion of his hips.<br>&nbsp; "Suck that cock, baby...get it nice and hard so I can fuck your wet little pussy...", he taunted her as he pushed her head down and rolled his hips in rhythm, fucking her face with his engorged shaft.&nbsp; "I want you to get so hot, you have to jump on my fucking cock..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gentleman Sam (robitusinz and silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>17-01-2007, 22:59:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She lets him push her for a few strokes, and then starts moving up and down his length with more and more enthusiasm.&nbsp; Her tongue swirls and plays as she sucks along his length, one hand following her lips, firmly holding his girth, the other one holding his base.&nbsp; She groans into his length as she does so, faster and faster, her wet sex bouncing over his face, the tiny mesh triangle now looking no bigger than the thickness of the strap.&nbsp; Her breasts bounce and drift along his torso as she moves.
			</dd>
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