Black Jack

Priscilla surveyed her wigs, wondering which one she should wear today. There was the blonde one, cut in a bob, with a short fringe in front. The auburn wig reached almost to her bum and fell in fiery curling waves all the way down. It was one of her favorites; the way it made her grey eyes pop. There was the black straight goth looking wig that worked well for a certain crowd.

The problem was, she didn’t know what kind of crowd she was venturing into today. The boss had called and said, “Get ready for a party. Rich gents.”

Well, ‘rich gents’ could cover a multitude of sinful fetishes and it would be nice to know which ones she was dealing with. She decided on the Auburn just because it made her feel sexy and confident in any situation.

She chose a white dress, long, clingy, leaving nothing to the imagination. While it hugged all her curves snugly, it also had the longest zipper in the world so it was easy enough to remove. For sure ‘rich gents’ would want to take it off at some point during the night.

There were two other girls in the car when it arrived. She smiled and nodded cordially at them, though she didn’t know them.

“So do you know where we’re going?” she asked just to make conversation.

The dark-haired, pale, blue-eyed one shook her head, “They just said they asked for us special,” she said.

“Oh yeah?” Priscilla said in surprise. That was more news than she was expecting. They arrived at a mansion not long after that and were led inside by the driver.

“This way,” he said and led them into a small wood-paneled room where three men sat around a poker table.

“Ah, luck has arrived!” one of them exclaimed and gestured toward the chairs set beside each one.

“Sit, girls.” He said.

Priscilla stepped forward with a smile and sat down next to a salt and pepper gentleman in a tweed coat. He smiled at her and she smiled back. When the cards were dealt he leaned toward her.

“A kiss for luck?” he asked.

She smiled, leaned in and obliged.

“Thank you, my dear,” he said and played his hand. He kept one hand on the cards, the other between her legs.

“I’m gonna win this one for you,” he said.

Priscilla smiled and leaned into him, “Yes you will,” she whispered in his ear.