James had a plan to win at cards. Girls. Lots of scantily clad girls and a show of his skills. His host, Remy was in on the plan, having lent James his house in which to set the scene. Remy owed one of the players major money and tonight, with James’ help, the business man was going to wipe away that hefty debt. When the last player and mark, Gerard showed up to complete the six man game, the good looking hustler and the old man went into action as Remy introduced James to his rich friends.
“This is James, a friend visiting from Montreal.”
“What do you do?” asked Gerard.
James answered, “I’m a gentleman of leisure.”
Gerard cocked his head, not knowing what to make of that comment but accepted it, as he had many friends with mysterious sources of money.
Remy said, “He’s a professional Dom who’s quite adept with a flogger so I’ve heard.”
“Would you gentlemen like to see?” James asked.
They looked at each other and shrugged as Remy grinned and gestured for them to follow him. They all followed him upstairs and down the hall to a bedroom. James opened the door to reveal Tasha, a topless curly haired blonde girl bound by her wrists to a wooden bed post of a tall canopy bed with a red ball gag in her mouth and her pert young backside exposed in a black G-string for all to see. The men gasped in surprise before James entered the room.
He said, “Come on in, gentlemen.”
The sound of ice cubes tinkling in their glasses resounded the quiet room, as the men entered wide-eyed with surprise and enthralled by the sight of the beautiful blonde topless girl teetering on her heels with her arms tied above her head. They made a semi-circle around the poor girl as James picked up a flogger from the bed. She watched James with a frightened frown on her face and grumbled against the red ball shoved in her mouth. Her curls shook as she began to tremble. James bent his lips to her ear.
He whispered, “Don’t worry. I whip lightly. It’ll look hard. Relax.”
He kissed her cheek before backing away and began to rotate the flogger. Its leather lashes made a swishing sound as it thrashed the stagnant air.
James said, “The trick is to kiss her ass lightly, like this.”
Swack, swack, swack, swack! The straps of the flogger slapped against her butt, the discomfort caused her cheeks to involuntarily flinch as Tasha tried her best to remain still. The men stared in fascination watching James flog the bound girl with an expert hand. She clinched her eyes and slobbered into the gag as he continue to smack her ass. Then he changed it up, moving the flogger from cheek to cheek in downward strokes with a nimble wrist action. Then, as a finale, he unleashed a vicious back handed swat on her ass. She yelped against the gag and writhed against her bonds.
“Come,” said Remy. “There’ll be more when we’re finished with our game.”
James tossed the flogger onto the bed and joined the men filing out of the room, some of them sipping their drinks as their eyes lingered on the blonde girl tethered to the bedpost. They meandered into Remy’s drawing room set up for cards. Leather padded wooden chairs awaited the men and they took their seats around the table.
“That was something,” Laurent said to James as Remy pulled out the chips and cards.
“Cigars?” asked Remy.
He tapped his phone, sending the message ‘cigars’ to Shae Lynn’s phone.
Upon that cue, the doors opened. Brigita, Evgenia and Courtney entered the room with Brigita carrying a polished wooden humidor of Cuban cigars, Evgenia a silver tray with a cigar cutter and Courtney a heavy gold plated coffee table lighter. The three masked girls slinked towards the men dressed black lace bra, panties, stockings and garter belts. The men’s conversations dribbled to a halt as their eyes followed the three girls walking towards Remy. Brigita, the bustiest girl with coffee colored hair, presented the humidor of cigars to Remy and opened it. He took one before she stepped away for Evgenia, a tall platinum blonde to step forward with the tray. He picked up the cigar cutter and snipped off an end which fell to the tray. He then returned the cutter back on the tray and Evgenia stepped away. Courtney, the British girl with slim shoulders, wild dark red hair and big grey eyes peering from behind the mask, stepped forward with the heavy lighter. She flicked up a flame and Remy leaned into it. Stoking up his cigar until the tip glowed orange, he leaned back with a satisfied face blowing smoke up to the ceiling as the girl stepped away.
Brigita sidled up beside Gerard opening the box.
“Cigar,” she asked with her smoky Slavic accent.
He gave her an appreciative look and smelled her fresh hair as he selected a cigar from her box. She moved away to be replaced by Evgenia with the tray, and then Courtney leaned in looking like a forest pixie with her wild mane of auburn hair.
“Light your cigarette, sir?” she asked with a British accent before flicking the lighter. Gerard sucked away on the cigar, taking longer than needed to keep sight of Courtney’s bountiful cleavage.
When finished, the three girls traipsed out of the room together closing the door behind them.
As Laurent shuffled the cards, Remy asked, “Cognac?”
He typed it into his phone as Laurent dealt the cards. Within seconds, Tessa, a slim girl with long light brown hair hanging over her naked breasts walked in with a decanter of cognac. Going from man to man, she sidled beside each man, her tit hovering at eye level as she smiled and demurely asked, “Cognac?” They casted furtive looks at her ass as she poured into waiting snifters. Her hair brushed over their chips and she smelled of jasmine.
“Will there be anything else, sir?” she asked Remy.
“No. That’s all.”
She walked from the room, closing the door behind her.
“Where did you get the girls?” asked Mauricio.
James picked up his cards and said, “The girls are mine. I’m just here to make sure my property is returned undamaged.”
Remy spoke up. “James brought us the girls as party favors.”
“By the way, what’s the buy in?” asked James.
“Five thousand euros,” answered Gerard.
James already knew the buy in amount as he was told by Remy
the previous day. He pulled out his money clip and flipped it onto the table.
He said, “That’s five thousand. Hold on.”
Gerard rolled his eyes as James tapped his phone and typed in ‘money’.
Ten seconds later, the double door opened and Svetlana crawled in. Her honey blonde curls nearly obscured her masked pretty face. Her ass high in the air demanded attention as she crawled past the other players with a stack of euros in her mouth. She stopped at James. Putting her hands on his lap, she rose upon her knees. He took the cash from her lips. Her lipstick marred the top bill. He kissed her plump cheek. She laid her head on his lap in which he stroked her hair.
He said, “Thank you, Svetlana. Now off with you.”
She got back down upon her hands and knees and upon turning to leave, James slapped her ass as she crawled away. They all watched her crawl by, their eyes upon the little swath of material covering her puffy slit, until she left the room.
“Gentlemen,” James said, anteing his money to the pot.
So the high stakes game began.
>Abridged excerpt from [Too Hot for Paris](https://www.amazon.com/Too-Hot-Paris-Femme-Whips-ebook/dp/B01LYOUVEE/). **FREE** on Kindle Unlimited!
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