Robbi Jade Lew scoffed and grimaced. She had been called many things in her life, but a cheater? The only thing worse than the label was their solution.
"No. Absolutely not. I won't do it."
She leaned back and crossed her arms, pushing her boobs up in her gold halter top. Her bevy of gold chain necklaces sank into her wide open cleavage as she stared down her accuser through rose-tinted Fendi sunglasses.
"So you're saying I'm right and you've been cheating this whole time."
With a long, deep sigh, Robbi licked her thick fat lips and pursed them into a prominent duck face. Like any game of poker, she had to weigh the pros and cons of her next move. Should she fold? Should she go all in? She knew the truth, but the truth only mattered if she put her money where her big mouth was. Resigning herself to her accuser's demands, she slipped down her seat while her hand slipped down the band of her tight band Versace leggings.
"She's going for it! She's going for it!" The Hustler Casino Live commentor said to their audience, unknown to Robbi as a bulge crept over her crotch. An imprint of her ring, THE ring, stretched the black cotton. Before it had disappeared into her pants, the ring had dazzled on her finger with a large ruby in the middle surrounded by diamonds around its setting and band. Grunting uncomfortably, she shifted in her seat as she turned the ring around and pressed it into her pussy. A single camera followed under the table when she scooted her chair closer and reached out to her cards with her free hand.
"There, are you satisfi-"
She froze. The moment a buzz rocked her clit, a million thoughts raced through her head. Most importantly, how? How the fuck did her ring vibrate? Someone must have switched it out, and it could have happened any number of times since the last time someone falsely accused her of cheating. But like the kid that stole $15,000 in chips from her stack, she couldn't trace it on her own. Even if she did, none of that changed this moment. Millions of eyes were on her, many of them hoping against hope to watch her humiliated on a national stage. They were about to get their wish, if she let them.
Again, she weighed her options, considered the outcomes, and settled on the one that seemed best.
"Call."
She leaned forward, drawing attention to her generous tits. A carefully manicured finger slid under her nose, golden nail and all, as she glanced at the other player. "You sure you wanna do that?"
As a professional player, she had plenty of tricks and a solid poker face to hide a bad hand. None of them had accounted for having that bad hand down her pants. Her glass facade cracked as the ring vibrator ramped up in speed. No amount of holding still and keeping her stoic cool could keep the audience from seeing her rack jingle and jiggle live on their TV screens. Their constant hypnotic bouncing in her top went at odds with her statue rigid looks. She tried to tell herself these sensations creeping through her cunt deserved a reaction no different than any other in poker when the thrill of a coming win or fear of near certain loss presented itself.
She was only fooling herself.
"Royal flush!" The dealer announced when Robbi's accuser revealed his cards.
"Oh! Oh my god!" Robbi screamed. Not from his hand, but from hers.
The ring had kicked into overdrive, and demolished her pussy along with it. She leaned all the way into the table, toppling her chips, rearranging her cards, and smashing her big boobs into the surface. In an ordinary game, the broadcast company would have immediately cut to commercial to sort it out, but this game had different rules. It lingered while Robbi shuddered through the hottest, wettest, most degrading orgasm of her life.
"It's not what it looks like. It's NOT what it looks like!" she insisted while she soaked her leggings down to her ankles. The cameras captured every horrible second.
"It's happening, folks! It's happening!" The show's announcer shouted. "Robbi Jade Lew has been exposed as a cheater in the worst way imaginable. I'd hate to be her right now, because this is the kind of thing that follows you for the rest of your life, poker or no poker."
Through this public shaming, the miserably horny Robbi pressed her head into the table and rolled it side to side. She was done. Her whole image, brand, and any chance at playing another game of poker had come to an end thanks to one of the biggest and messiest orgasms of her life.
But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was, she could feel an eager tingle growing in her pussy every time they called her a cheater.
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Robbi Jade Lew's Bad Hand
"You can't be fuckin serious."
Robbi Jade Lew scoffed and grimaced. She had been called many things in her life, but a cheater? The only thing worse than the label was their solution.
"No. Absolutely not. I won't do it."
She leaned back and crossed her arms, pushing her boobs up in her gold halter top. Her bevy of gold chain necklaces sank into her wide open cleavage as she stared down her accuser through rose-tinted Fendi sunglasses.
"So you're saying I'm right and you've been cheating this whole time."
With a long, deep sigh, Robbi licked her thick fat lips and pursed them into a prominent duck face. Like any game of poker, she had to weigh the pros and cons of her next move. Should she fold? Should she go all in? She knew the truth, but the truth only mattered if she put her money where her big mouth was. Resigning herself to her accuser's demands, she slipped down her seat while her hand slipped down the band of her tight band Versace leggings.
"She's going for it! She's going for it!" The Hustler Casino Live commentor said to their audience, unknown to Robbi as a bulge crept over her crotch. An imprint of her ring, THE ring, stretched the black cotton. Before it had disappeared into her pants, the ring had dazzled on her finger with a large ruby in the middle surrounded by diamonds around its setting and band. Grunting uncomfortably, she shifted in her seat as she turned the ring around and pressed it into her pussy. A single camera followed under the table when she scooted her chair closer and reached out to her cards with her free hand.
"There, are you satisfi-"
She froze. The moment a buzz rocked her clit, a million thoughts raced through her head. Most importantly, how? How the fuck did her ring vibrate? Someone must have switched it out, and it could have happened any number of times since the last time someone falsely accused her of cheating. But like the kid that stole $15,000 in chips from her stack, she couldn't trace it on her own. Even if she did, none of that changed this moment. Millions of eyes were on her, many of them hoping against hope to watch her humiliated on a national stage. They were about to get their wish, if she let them.
Again, she weighed her options, considered the outcomes, and settled on the one that seemed best.
"Call."
She leaned forward, drawing attention to her generous tits. A carefully manicured finger slid under her nose, golden nail and all, as she glanced at the other player. "You sure you wanna do that?"
As a professional player, she had plenty of tricks and a solid poker face to hide a bad hand. None of them had accounted for having that bad hand down her pants. Her glass facade cracked as the ring vibrator ramped up in speed. No amount of holding still and keeping her stoic cool could keep the audience from seeing her rack jingle and jiggle live on their TV screens. Their constant hypnotic bouncing in her top went at odds with her statue rigid looks. She tried to tell herself these sensations creeping through her cunt deserved a reaction no different than any other in poker when the thrill of a coming win or fear of near certain loss presented itself.
She was only fooling herself.
"Royal flush!" The dealer announced when Robbi's accuser revealed his cards.
"Oh! Oh my god!" Robbi screamed. Not from his hand, but from hers.
The ring had kicked into overdrive, and demolished her pussy along with it. She leaned all the way into the table, toppling her chips, rearranging her cards, and smashing her big boobs into the surface. In an ordinary game, the broadcast company would have immediately cut to commercial to sort it out, but this game had different rules. It lingered while Robbi shuddered through the hottest, wettest, most degrading orgasm of her life.
"It's not what it looks like. It's NOT what it looks like!" she insisted while she soaked her leggings down to her ankles. The cameras captured every horrible second.
"It's happening, folks! It's happening!" The show's announcer shouted. "Robbi Jade Lew has been exposed as a cheater in the worst way imaginable. I'd hate to be her right now, because this is the kind of thing that follows you for the rest of your life, poker or no poker."
Through this public shaming, the miserably horny Robbi pressed her head into the table and rolled it side to side. She was done. Her whole image, brand, and any chance at playing another game of poker had come to an end thanks to one of the biggest and messiest orgasms of her life.
But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was, she could feel an eager tingle growing in her pussy every time they called her a cheater.