–Chapter 7
Back in the billiard room, Gabby encountered Carl. He was just finishing licking the pussy of the young blonde woman who had been the prize in the pool game earlier, and she was cumming loudly. Gabby leaned in the doorway, her arms folded under her breasts, and waited until he stood up and wiped his mouth.
"God, she tastes good," he said.
"I bet," smiled Gabby, "It's after one, want to use your card?"
He picked his gold card up from the mantelpiece and peeled the sticker off. 'Foot job from the Hostess'
"Oh God," he groaned turning to her with an amazed look, "really? How did you know that's my fantasy?"
"Now, now," she winked, "you know the cards are random."
She indicated a leather couch at the far end of the room.
"How about here?"