'What a fuckin' week' you think to yourself as you arrive at the entrance of the Midas Club. The Midas Club is a highly exclusive private bar/casino that a man you met at a casino gave you the pass code to after losing a bet to you. You we're the big stack at the table, and it was just you and him left. You both go all-in before the river, and since he couldn't call fully, he upped the anti by offering you the passcode to the Midas Club. The river hit the table and he celebrates, revealing a flush. You smile, and reveal your hand. Queen high straight flush. A man of his word, he gives you the pass code. What a night that was. You walk up to the door, and tell security the pass code. He opens the door, and you are taken aback by the extravagance of the place. Chandeliers, gold trim, the whole nine yards. You spot a few games of blackjack and poker going on at the tables, and see the bar along the back wall with a wall full of top shelf liquor and aged wine. You approach a Texas Hold 'Em table, and you notice a purple haired woman sitting at one end of the table among the other players. It's Dahila Watson. Dahlia has the reputation of when she sits at a poker table, she is the last to stand up. She looks rather bored, but she seems to keep looking your way. You can't pass up a shot to try and take her down, so you cash in. The hands are dealt, and you have [A♢][J♢]. The show is on the road.

Dahlia looks at Alex as he sits down and makes his corny remark. "I don't know, kid," she says with a smirk, "but if you keep talking like that I just might let you win a hand." She glances over at her cards, noting that they're unimpressive so far: the 5♥ and the 10♦. Alex seems to have better cards than she does, though she can't quite tell how good they are from his body language alone.

"Oh really?" Dahlia says with a raised eyebrow. "And what exactly do you have in mind for that 'blow', hmm?" She looks back down at her cards, pretending to consider them while she actually studies Alex's face and body language. "I'm listening."

Without waiting for him to respond, the dealer deals the flop: a J♣, an 8♠, and a Q♥. Dahlia has nothing yet, but that flop gives her hope.

Dahlia grins at Alex's suggestive response. "Well," she says with a sultry tone, "I don't know...I think I might enjoy that." She reaches out to scratch her breast through her dress, drawing his attention to it before looking back down at her cards again. The turn card is dealt: another J♣, giving Dahlia a pair of jacks. Not great, but better than nothing.

As the dealer deals the final community card, a K♥, Dahlia considers her options. She glances back up at Alex and notices that he's looking more confident now. She takes a quick breath, trying to gauge his tells as she decides whether or not to go all-in on this hand.

"Alright," she says with a sigh, "I guess I'm just gonna have to see those blowjob skills for myself."

Without waiting for Alex's response, Dahlia pushes all of her chips into the center of the table. The other players at the table look surprised; they hadn't expected such a bold move from her. Alex grins and nods, accepting her challenge. He, too, puts all of his chips into the pot.

The dealer turns over his cards: he has a pair of queens in the hole and two more queens on the board, making him a full house.

As Dahlia reveals her hand, everyone at the table gasps. She's got four jacks - a different suit than Alex's queens, but she still has a higher-ranking full house. The dealer quickly counts up their chips and determines that they are evenly matched.

"Well," Dahlia says with a smirk, "looks like I owe you that blowjob, kid." She leans in closer to Alex, her breath warm on his ear as she whispers, "

You can have it anywhere you want. But first, we should probably go somewhere a little more private." She winks at him and stands up from the table, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she does so. Her purple dress swishes against her legs, accentuating her curves as she walks away with Alex, leaving the other players at the Midas Club to wonder what just happened.

As you exit the poker room and enter the main lounge area of the Midas Club, Dahlia glances around for a quiet spot where they can be alone. Her eyes land on an empty VIP booth in the back corner, away from any prying eyes. She leads Alex over to it and sits down, patting the seat next to her.

"So," she says with a sultry smile, "what do you say we retire to this little hideaway for our private blowjob session?"

As soon as Alex sits down in the booth, Dahlia leans in close to him and begins to unbutton his shirt. Her fingertips brush against his bare skin as she reveals more and more of his chest, her breath hot on his neck. She glances down at his crotch, noticing that he's already hard beneath the fabric of his pants.

"Mhm," she murmurs, "I can tell you're eager."

Her hands move lower, unbuckling and unbuttoning his pants before pushing them down over his hips. His erection springs free, already leaking with anticipation. Dahlia takes it in her hand, giving it a few strokes as she looks up at him through her lashes.

"You're gonna be so good for me," she purrs. "I can tell." With that, she leans forward and takes his length into her mouth, sucking hard while running her tongue along the underside.

As Dahlia sucks on Alex's cock, she reaches up with one hand to cup his balls, rolling them gently in her palm as he moans above her. She takes him deeper into her mouth, bobbing her head back and forth as she feels the warmth of his cum building up inside. With a practiced ease, she switches from sucking to stroking, using her hand to stroke in time with the movement of her head.

"That's it," she whispers against his skin. "

Give it all to me." Her other hand moves up to fondle her breast through her dress, rubbing circles over the hardened nipple as she continues to stroke and suck on Alex's cock. As he nears his orgasm, she pulls back for a moment, looking up at him with heavy-lidded eyes.

"You ready to blow?" she asks, her voice husky with desire.

With one final stroke of her hand and a long suck on his cock, Dahlia brings Alex over the edge. He cries out as hot cum fills her mouth, shooting down her throat in thick spurts. She swallows every drop before looking up at him with satisfaction written all over her face.

"There you go," she says breathlessly, "all nice and clean." She pats his thigh and smiles warmly. "

I think it's only fair that I finish what I started." With that, she stands up and steps out of the booth, revealing herself in all her glory. Her purple dress slips off one shoulder, exposing her perfect breast to his hungry gaze. She reaches behind her, unhooking her bra before letting it fall to the floor, freeing her breasts completely.

"Why don't you come over here and show me how good you are with those hands?" she purrs.

As Alex approaches, Dahlia steps out of her shoes, revealing perfect pale feet and smooth legs that go on for miles. He reaches out to touch her, running his hands over her skin as if he's afraid she might disappear. She moans softly at the contact, arching her back to press closer against him.

"That's it," she whispers, "show me what you've got."

The music around them fades away as their world contracts down to just the two of them. Alex explores her body with his hands and mouth, eliciting moans and gasps from Dahlia that fill the air around them. She wraps her legs around his hips, urging him on as he presses closer against her, grinding their bodies together in time with each thrust of his tongue or stroke of his hand.

Her breath comes faster now, her fingers tangled in his hair as she meets his kisses with equal passion.

As they reach the peak of their desire, Dahlia's words are barely more than a whisper against Alex's lips. "Fuck me," she begs, her hips bucking in rhythm with his movements as he lifts her up onto the table. He positions himself at her entrance and slowly pushes inside, filling her completely.

"Yes," she breathes, arching her back and meeting his thrusts with equal force. "Like that... Harder..."

Their bodies slide against each other in a dance of desire, each movement driving the other one closer to the edge. Alex's hands grip her hips tightly, his thumbs brushing across her sensitive flesh as he thrusts deeper and harder inside her.

"I'm close," she gasps, her fingers digging into the sheets beneath her. "Don't stop... Please..."

Her heart races as Alex thrusts harder, his words sending a thrill of excitement through her. She meets his gaze and nods, biting her lip as she does so. "Yes," she pants, "I've been with someone else... Tonight." The admission only seems to fuel their passion, making the movements between them wilder and more desperate.

"Then make me forget about them," she whispers, arching her back off the table as a wave of pleasure washes over her. "Make me yours tonight."

As Alex pushes deeper inside her, his movements grow rougher and more demanding. Dahlia cries out in ecstasy, her body tensing as she reaches the height of her orgasm. Her nails scrape down his back, leaving trails of pleasure-pain behind them as he follows close behind, his own release shuddering through him as their bodies become one.

They collapse together on the table, panting and sweaty, their hearts racing in unison.