High Stakes [Closed]

[Little_Red_Rose]

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Name: Amanda Myles
Age: 24
Height: 5'10"

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Who said you couldn't do anything with a university degree? It seemed to me almost too easy getting a job after graduation. I sent a few resumes here and there, gaining a few interviews. Among them, I decided to work at a large, world-renown banking firm. Not so bad for a gal just out of school right? It was a great place, I loved it already, now in my second month working there. I was even invited to their grand party, held every September, where every manager, executive and adviser would attend (or so I heard).

I was, quite possibly, the center of attention at first. Every man in the busy setting seemed to be set on me and me alone. I found it odd, considering that most of these individuals were married and were clearly hitting on me. What was there not to like though? This sort of thing happened all the time. I had all the right curves and was not afraid to show it; I was dressed in a white tank top with the right amount of cleavage to compliment was well endowed chest and tight blue jeans that hugged my plump backside. Most people in here were dressed in a very casual sort of way, so I didn't feel like I stuck out like a sore thumb.

But I wasn't really into the party; everyone was seemed fixated on work and talked about how well their stocks were doing. I resisted the urge to scoff every time and found my way into another room, where about eight individuals were playing poker. Finally, something that was fun!

"Mind if I join in?" I asked, seeing how the game was just starting up.

 

[Proximus]

Jack O'Brien

36 yrs old, 6'4", 205 lbs, Hawaiian shirt, khaki shorts and dock shoes with no socks


I sat back in my chair and took a long slow sip from a scotch on the rocks. I slowly lifted and stared at my hole cards on the table, debating the odds in my mind. Looking at everything out there, I toss my cards into the pile saying, “I fold.” I had nothing anyway and there was no reason to try to run a big bluff this early in the game. There would be plenty of time with most this crew. We had only started about an hour ago, but, as usual, Larry from accounting was almost busted.

As the Director of Network Security, it was my job to know all the managers, directors and executives. Having gone through ROTC in college and serving eight years in the Army, I had excellent people skills and a charming smile. For these reasons during my last 6 years at the company, I have built a small close-knit click of fellow managers in various departments. We always seem to find time to hang out, go to lunch, or hit the local pub for happy hours on Friday.

Bob Thompson, the CFO, liked to throw this party every year. He would invite everyone over to his mansion in the country to show off. It was the same gig every year. It was mostly a bunch of overpaid stiffs blathering on about options and interest rates. That’s why I always dressed like I was on vacation, just to rub the stuff-shirts the wrong way. The only redeeming quality about this party was the semi-private back room with a full size Vegas poker table. We discovered it after being bored to tears in our second year at this party. Now, it was secretly referred to as the annual poker game. It was not a 'guys only' gig, either. Several of the women in the office joined us each year, and they could hold their own with the men. There were stories from years past were people left up or down by ten grand or more.

Needless to say, everyone was a bit surprised to see the new girl poke her head into the room. Some of the guys fell over themselves to welcome her. The girls all had the same look, jealousy. While they were all fairly attractive, none of them could compete with her in the looks department.

"Mind if I join in?"

Designating myself as the spokesperson, I piped in, “Sure thing, Amanda, I believe it is. The minimum by-in is $1000, but I can take an IOU if you don’t have any cash on you. You can have Larry’s spot. He is almost broke.” I smiled at Larry who simply nodded and tossed his cards in. “I believe you know Larry, Steve, and Gina from accounting. This is Jill and Tom from HR, Amy from marketing, and finally Ed and I’m Jack. We’re from IT.” After taking a full length scan of your supple young curves, I give you a nod of approval. “Let’s deal her in”

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

“Sure thing, Amanda, I believe it is. The minimum by-in is $1000, but I can take an IOU if you don’t have any cash on you. You can have Larry’s spot. He is almost broke.”

I grinned, as this meant that I got the green light to join already. "Sure, I'll take that IOU." I said eagerly, making my way to the table as Larry left the game. "Yep, I've pretty much met all of you." I then stated in a friendly matter, waving to everybody "Take it easy on me though, it's been a while since I've last played." Of course, I knew more than anyone that I was already bluffing; I lived and breathed this game. Now, I normally didn't gamble for money or anything - I wasn't much of a risk taker - but the chance of gaining some cash to ease my student loan debts was just too much to pass up.

I glanced around and loved the scene; it was completely different from the previous room where everyone was so incredibly serious. I especially enjoyed the way that you acted to this game, it really added to a comfortable atmosphere.

"So, let's get this party started."

 

[Proximus]

I shoot you a wicked grin, thinking that either you’re an ace or a rube. The question was promptly answered as you won the first hand. Although, it could have been beginner’s luck, since you didn’t manage to win much of a pot, but it’s still early. Then, I notice that you’re not drinking.

“OK there Miss New Girl… what are you drinking? No unfair advantages playing sober in here with this lot.” Several of the guys and girls laugh and raise their glasses to me for that comment. I return the gesture and toss back the rest of my scotch. Since I am out of this hand I stand up to go get a refill. “So, pick your poison, and none of that light beer crap. You might as well order Perrier. Drink or be gone!”

I wait for you to reply, trying to see if I can rattle your cage. This is not my first poker game and I need to figure out your tells. A simple thing like ordering a drink might not mean much to most people, but to an experienced eye, it could give me the insight I need to call your bluff later on.