Pocket Kings by Ted Heller

around the world may also have been spying on them.
    Bubbly Brit Bird: positively sopping wet right now 4u.
    Pest Control: you’re wearing blk?
    Bubbly Brit Bird: blk bra, baby, and blk knickers. nothing else, phil.
    Bubb’s real name was Georgette. Pest’s was Phil.
    Pest Control: georgy my georgy. my sweet georgy. r u touching it?
    Bubbly Brit Bird: y. but w/what? guess.
    Pest Control: your fingers? pocket rocket, lover?
    Bubbly Brit Bird: n. a /toothbrush. the bristly end. where the paste goes. :)
    Bubbly Brit Bird wins $80 with two 7s and two 2s.
    Something suddenly popped up . . . it was a dialogue box on the lower right of my screen. Second Gunman was IM’ing me beyond the earshot of Bubbly and Pest.
    Second Gunman: Can you feckin believe this, Chip?
    Chip Zero: Th is is amazing! I didn’t know Pest had it in him. I really didn’t.
    Bubbly Brit Bird: what would u do 2 me if u wuz here w/me, baby?
    Pest Control: i’d turn you over and start massaging your neck. slowly. v slowly.
    Bubbly Brit Bird: oooh. can feel your strong hands all over my back. mmmm.
    Pest Control: now I’m going lower with my hands. lower, lower, lower.
    Second Gunman: Any lower, Chip, and he’ll be in bloody France!
    Th ey continued playing cards and playing with each other. She unbuckled his trousers and he massaged her. While he kissed her and she moaned, she won the hand with a heart flush. After dropping $300, Pest turned her over and showed her how aroused he was, which in turn aroused her further. He was sexually multi­tasking all over her body, massaging her back while playing with her nipples and fingering her. Unless he was an octopus, it was physically impossible but they were enjoying it . . . and so were Second Gunman and I.
    Chip Zero: Second, I don’t claim to be any kinda of expert at these sort of things but I daresay I think these two are going to shag!
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    Bubbly cut the foreplay short; while he was busy telling her how he was licking her ears, she informed him that he was already inside her. As soon as he said that, all the massaging and licking stopped, though they did continue to play poker.
    Bubbly British Bird: still rubbing self w/bristles. getting close, baby. u feel so good 2 me. go slow, go slow. want 2 feel u deep inside me. mmmmmm. o yeah. o yeah.
    Second Gunman: Th is is getting too hot, Chipper. I may sneak off for a wank in one of the hotel’s linen closets. GLO btw.
    Bubbly British Bird wins the hand with three 3s.
    Bubbly British Bird: ohhh baby i’m so close now. so close. o yeah o yeah o yeah. yes. yes. your [sic] getting close. cum w/me, lover. cum w/me!
    Hoss and the Dragon Lady stayed still. Th ey didn’t bet, fold, or say anything. Other than some loud panting I stayed silent. Th e silence lasted a minute. It was like a scene out of Ovid: almighty Zeus and some supple demigoddess were going at it deep in the woods of Arcadia, and all the mortals and fauns in the world had stopped what they were doing to peep in on it from behind the bushes.
    Pest Control, you must act or you will be disconnected. Either call, raise or fold. You have 30 seconds!
    Pest Control: oh god. i just came. whew. jesus. wow.
    Bubbly British Bird: me 2, lover. :) w/my toothbrush. LOL.
    Pest Control: really? you really did? promise?
    Bubbly British Bird: yes, phil. promise.
    Pest Control/Phil hadn’t really had sex with Bubbly Brit Bird/Georgette, yet he was worrying if she was faking her orgasm or not. Perhaps he sensed that a fake orgasm for fake sexual intercourse while playing for fake