House Slut - S01 E47

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House Slut - S01 E47

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 47

Tegan gave herself an hour, listening intently for the sounds outside her room as she heard Sam receive and greet his guests, then get settled in to their card game. She heard snatches of conversation, chatter, trash-talking. The words weren’t clear through her door but the tones were. Brandon had arrived home at some point and gone to his room. It seemed like the time was going to be now.

She opened the door and exited her room, strolling down the hallway. There was a brief glance in her direction followed by a double-take. Her body was mostly covered by a frilly French maid apron but under it she was wearing sheer white thigh high stockings, black stiletto heels, a pair of frilly white panties. On her head was a hat the matched the apron, and she had set her hair in a bun behind it. Other than the apron, she was topless, though she had ensured that the sash around the waist was cinched in tight to at least notionally preserve her modesty, the bodice part was wide enough to securely enclose her small chest. She lingered, posing in the hallway as Sam turned to face her, his eyebrows raised at the sight of her as she slowly prowled into the room and stood by the table, her hands demurely folded in front of her. Without waiting for any questions she scanned the group.

The four men were seated around a makeshift card table, which was actually just a tabletop that apparently fit over the top of their normal dining table but had space you hold the chips as well as places for drinks so they didn’t sit on the playing surface. Sam, on her far right, she knew. Across from him on her near left was a red-headed man she could only describe as chubby. He seemed young and his skin, similarly pale to hers, didn’t look like it had seen much sun – if he was a colleague of Sam’s, he hadn’t been working in construction long. To his left was an olive-skinned man with short curly hair and a large friendly smile. And across from him on her near right was, her heart somersaulting as she realized it, was Trevor.

Trevor from the gym down the street. Trevor the fitness and judo instructor. Trevor who she’d fucked on a pile of sweaty old gym mats after he saved her from some thugs harassing her in an alleyway. Trevor who was now in her home, knew where she lived. Tegan took a long moment to compose herself.

“Good evening, gents. I’m Violet.” Tegan offered the fake name she’d already given Trevor. She glanced at Sam and he raised his eyebrows again but said nothing. She wondered if that was a revealing mistake. What if Trevor had told Sam about his encounter with ‘Violet’ and Sam connected the dots? Well, too late to worry about that now. “I will be your server this evening. Can I freshen any of those drinks?”

The guys all asked for fresh beers, having been idling towards the bottom of their bottles, and she took the empties into the kitchen to recycle, wiggling her ass as she walked away, pretending not to care if they turned to watch her or not. As she opened the fridge and began to uncap a round of bottles, trying to match the various six packs in the fridge with the bottles she’d been given, she heard Sam excuse himself and follow her into the kitchen.

Tegan ignored him as she set the bottles on a small tray. It wasn’t a proper drink tray but she doubted anyone was going to care.

“What are you doing?” Sam asked, his voice a low whisper.

“What I want.” Tegan whispered in response.

“You’re going through with this?”

“Going through with what? Serving drinks?” Tegan challenged.

“I didn’t expect this.” He said, gesturing at her outfit.

“Is that a problem?” Tegan challenged again, balancing the tray of beers on one hand and cocking her hips. “Anyone might think you were jealous.”

“No.” Sam said softly, seemingly backing down.

“Good. Now allow me to proceed. On my own terms.” Tegan strutted out of the kitchen, one hand holding the tray aloft and the other on her hip, something she found helped her balance in high heels. She brought the tray down to the table and distributed the beers among the players as Sam retook his seat and introduced his friends, clockwise from his left.

“Violet… this is Trevor, Matthew, Jayden. Guys, this is Violet, a friend of mine.”

“Roommate, actually.” Tegan corrected. She was worried that the euphemism ‘friend’ might imply something else, like her being a prostitute. She would rather them know she lived here and was doing this for fun than think she was hired to be here. Though Sam sometimes forgets I’m also part of this household.” She added with a sly smirk. Sam looked like he was going to say something but Trevor interrupted.

“Violet.” Trevor offered his hand. “Nice to meet you. I think I’ve seen you around.”

“Oh?” Tegan played dumb as she took his hand which he gently shook in greeting.

“I work at the gym in the local village, I’d remember that bright red hair anywhere.” Trevor concluded smoothly, apparently happy to play along pretend their original encounter never happened.

“Oh, of course.” She smiled. “I don’t really go to the gym.”

“Well let me know if you change your mind, or ever want a judo lesson.” His eyes clearly indicated he definitely wanted to grapple with her again.

After a long pause Sam shuffled the cards noisily causing them both to pull their hands back, startled. Tegan stepped back with her tray, nodding graciously to the other two men as they settled into the next hand. Tegan wasn’t much of a poker player but she’d seen Texas hold’em tournaments on TV so the rules weren’t hard to follow. She occasionally stalked around the table to see what the guys had in their hands but as was the nature of Texas Hold ‘Em, they mostly kept their cards face down. She mostly watched them play, trying to guess who was going to win based on their facial expressions.

After a few more hands and a couple more beers Tegan felt the tension in the room was palpable. Sam seemed frustrated and his mood was keeping his friends subdued – something that confused her, since so far she’d given him exactly what he asked for, but apparently he didn’t like that she was taking her own initiative. After delivering the drinks and bringing a glass of wine for herself she pulled up a chair while Jayden shuffled for the next hand and squeezed in between Matthew and Trevor, who both immediately moved aside to make room.

“Mind if I join for a couple of hands? How about you deal me in?” she smiled across the table at Jayden, pushing her shoulders back and chest out as she settled into her seat.

“Sure th-“ Jayden started but Sam cut across him.

“There’s a hundred dollar buy in.” He said, sharply.

“Oh, ok.” Tegan was unphased. She dipped her fingers into one of the discreet pockets in her apron and carefully withdrew two fifty dollar notes. She had toyed with the idea of offering an article of clothing as her stake, but she wanted to draw this out as long as possible. Jayden glanced to Sam for confirmation as she set the notes down and when Sam didn’t object he took the notes and added them to the purse sitting next to the bank of chips and counted some out.

“The whites are ones, green are five, blue are ten, red are twenty. Black are fifty but with only a hundred from each of us in the pool we don’t really use them.” Hayden flashed another bright smile. He was doing his best to be friendly and charming in spite of Sam’s sour demeanour “Ante is two bucks.”

“Thanks.” Tegan returned his smile, warmly. She scanned the chip stacks to get an idea of how the men were faring. The stacks still seemed fairly even, with the pot having gone back and forth a few times while she was observing. Matthew might have been a little down, Jayden a little up, but the game was far from over. Jayden dealt each of them two cards then dealt the flop in the centre. Tegan threw in her ante and took a gulp of wine as she peeked at her cards. There was silence around the table and when a five dollar bet came to her she just called. Sam was still grumpy and moody which she attributed to her presence rather than anything to do with his hand, and everyone was betting quite conservatively.

Over the next few hands the chips started to move around. She won a small pot then had some small losses. She started to notice that the crankier Sam got the more aggressively he bet but this didn’t seem to reflect whether his cards were good or bad, almost as if he was simply betting at random. By the time she had started on her third glass of wine her chip count was running quite low and Jayden seemed to be well ahead of the others. Feigning subdued excitement she bet aggressively in the next round, faking a poor bluff which the others predictably called. A fairly large pot including the last of her chips went to Matthew, and Jayden jokingly accused him of cheating.

“You had that ace up your sleeve you son of a bitch!” he said in a mock aggressive tone.

“I’m wearing a t-shirt, dickhead.” Matthew responded in kind as he scooped the pile towards himself and started to organize them into piles.

Sam drained his beer and handed his bottle to Tegan across the table. His own chip stack was looking fairly depleted.

“Since you’re out of the game, would you mind?” His tone was even but firm. She wasn’t sure if he was challenging her or not and she feigned obliviousness, swaying a little in her seat as if drunker than she really was – petite though she may be, two generously poured glasses of wine was still only enough to give her the mildest of buzzes.

“Oh, I’m not done am I?” she batted her eyelashes “I don’t mind buying more chips.”

“No secondary buy ins. We don’t like the game to get too high stakes.” Sam said bluntly.

“It’s true.” Jayden agreed. “More than a hundred each can sometimes lead to arguments.”

“Oh, but I was just starting to have fun.” Tegan pouted. “What about a loan?”

“Also leads to disagreements, I’m afraid.” Jayden said sympathetically.

“I’ll give you fifty for your apron.” Matthew slid a few chips sideways at her. His was clearly trying to joke, but his tone betrayed the truth: he wanted to get her naked, but was too shy to say it openly, so he presented it as a joke to gauge her response.

Finally Tegan thought as she pretended to consider his offer. Jayden and Trevor leaned back in their chairs to wait and see how it played out. Sam scowled, but other than that there seemed to be no objection to this turn of events.

“Fifty for my whole apron? That seems a little light.” Tegan protested weakly. “I could give you my shoes for fifty.”

“Sure, but I’m not really interested in your shoes.” Matthew turned slightly in his seat, giving her a sly grin. His tone remained playful but there was no doubting his sincerity.

“A hundred. For the apron.” Tegan suggested.

“Seventy five.” Matthew countered. Tegan hesitated for a long moment and drained her glass.

“Ok.”

A small cheer went up from the men at the table and Matthew slid across a few more chips to make up the balance as she untied the string at her waist and slowly peeled the apron away from her skin, handing it over to Matthew. The guys made no effort to hide their open ogling of her little tits and slowly hardening nipples, aside from Sam who left the table briefly to get himself another beer and sat down noisily when he returned.

“So what, is this a strip game now?” He grumbled.

“As far as she’s concerned it is.” Matthew laughed “So long as she keeps losing.”

“Ok, ok, you boys have had enough of a peek. I’m going to win that back from you soon enough.” Tegan folded an arm across her chest, hiding her nipples and pouring a fresh glass of wine with the other as Matthew dealt the next hand.

“You can try.” Matthew grinned.

The next few hands went better for Tegan. She won a few hands but lost a few as Sam rallied, getting most of his chips back. Matthew was way down, possibly distracted by fleeting glimpses at Tegan’s chest whenever she ‘forgot’ to cover it while Trevor and Jayden were ahead. Tegan hit another losing streak.

“I swear you guys are stacking the deck.” Tegan pouted as she finished her glass and pushed the last of her chips into the centre. She only had a face card with all the cards in the flop being low numbers so the odds of even making a pair with the remaining cards to be played were quite slim. The smart move would be to fold and hope for better luck on the next hand, but she wasn’t playing smartly. She was playing a risky game but losing was easy if you didn’t care who won, as long as she was picking her moments when Sam’s chips were down as well.

“We play a clean game here.” Jayden smiled, calling her bet as Matthew folded. “Though admittedly this game is more interesting than usual.”

Sam folded as well and Trevor called before revealing the turn and the river cards. As expected Tegan didn’t even make a pair. Both Jayden and Trevor made small straights but Trevor’s was higher. He raked in the chips and Tegan collected the cards to shuffle.

“You’re out. Again.” Sam grunted.

“So I am.” Tegan sighed, but Trevor stacked fifty dollars of chips in front of her.

“I’ll take those shoes.” He said simply.

“Another fifty for your socks.” Jayden added, putting a stack in front of her.

“I don’t know.” Tegan mused as she filled her wine glass again, emptying the bottle. “Then I’d only have my panties left.” She slurred a little on ‘panties’.

“Oh, we don’t mind.” Trevor chuckled.

“Oh, well if you say it’s ok.” Tegan drawled sarcastically as she pushed her chair back and stood up, balancing herself on the edge of the table. This was the first time she’d stood since losing her apron and the first time the guys really got a good look at her slender body and frilly panties, which were semi-transparent lace at the front. She had no doubt that they’d be able to make out the shadow of her pubic hair behind the material.

“Little help?” She raised one foot and placed it in Trevor’s lap, glancing over at Sam as Trevor undid the buckle holding it in place and gently slid it off her foot. Sam was observing placidly, apparently no longer bothering to express his irritation. Again, she wasn’t clear of the source if it, and assumed it had to be that she had taken the lead if giving him what he wanted, stripping him of the notional power he’d had had by manipulating her into this exact scenario, and he had no idea how far she was prepared to go. She lowered her foot to the floor and raised the other to let Trevor remove her other shoe, then she turned away from the table and made a show of bending slowly at the waist, showing off her small firm ass as she peeled off her socks. The lacy underwear only covered part of her cheeks, mostly disappearing into her crack. She turned back to the table and tossed her socks at Jayden as she sat back down and pulled her chair in and proceeded to shuffle the deck again.

“Are we playing or what?”

Another few hands went by. Tegan played conservatively through a few hands where Sam won and exploited opportunities where she knew she had a strong hand. Unexpectedly she lost a hand where she had bet big expecting to win and Matthew held most of the chips, followed by Sam. Trevor and Jayden were on the verge of tapping out, and she doubted Matthew wanted to pay for their clothes as much as he had her apron. On the next hand she bet aggressively and a small pot including the last of her chips went to Jayden. Expectedly all eyes turned to her as Sam started shuffling the deck for the next hand.

“What?” She pretended not to know what they were thinking.

“Are you still with us?” Jayden prompted. Tegan looked down at the empty table devin front of her then down at her panties.

“Oh, I don’t knooow.” She said teasingly, the three guests protesting. “How much?”

“I’ll give you fifty.” Trevor suggested. He had the smallest chip count and that would represent most of his chips. He must have either been very confident, or just really wanted her underwear.

“That’s less that what Matt gave me for my apron!” Tegan protested. Trevor shrugged, it was all he could spare.

“Seventy five” Jayden countered, fidgeting with his chips from his freshly won pot.

“One hundred.” Matthew topped smoothly, that probably only representing half his chip count, the highest and most comfortable bid. Tegan thought about it for a minute.

“Oh, what the hell.” She decided then stood up facing Matthew. She slowly eased her fingers into the sides of her underwear then slowly as she could began to slide them down, gradually exposing her fiery red curls and her tidy little slit before letting them fall to the floor. She stepped one foot out of them then lifted the other, giving Matt a private peek at her snatch as she offered her panties to him hanging from her toes. Matthew took her panties and added them to the apron folded in his lap.

“Thank you” he said softly as he counted a hundred dollars worth of chips in front of her.

“You’re welcome” Tegan responded coyly as she accepted the chips, flashing Matthew her best attempt at bedroom eyes.

“By my count,” Sam said abruptly, interrupting their moment “Violet has to not only win back four hundred dollars of chips, but also pay back loans of two hundred and seventy five dollars to get her clothes back. Is my math right?”

“That is my count also.” Jayden agreed.

“Quite the uphill battle for you, considering the night you’ve had so far.” Sam quipped.

“It’s not impossible.” Tegan said defensively.

“It’s not likely, either.” Sam said.

“Anything can happen.” Tegan concluded meaningfully as Sam began to deal.