At first, he was going to walk on by because the vision of Amy's face and fangs were still fresh in his mind and he was terrified.Then he took in the ...ight of her and Sam sitting calmly at their table drinking their drinks. She looked every inch the hot chick he had talked to on the elevator and not the monster he considered her to be.How could one so beautiful, be that monster he had seen last night? He thought.He looked around at the crowed casino. Surely, she would not attack him in here in. The third had been tied kneeling by a chair; her wrists taped to the arms of the chair, her knees taped to the front legs so that she was facing whoever was sitting on the chair with her head at the level of their knees. From the wet streaks down the front of her dress that Liz could see as the girl struggled round to face them it seemed obvious that she'd been tied there and then forced to give one or both of the men a blow job while they sat in comfort.The chef had faired no better. It looked. The diner was busy, even for a Friday. Pippa was largely ignoring her tables while Cassie redoubled her efforts to pick up the slack. She was suffering a bit from a cold and fever, but only dared cough when she was off the floor, and in the back. It never failed, Cassie often came down with something when stress was high, and midterms was one of those times. Still, she couldn’t afford to miss her shifts. Run off her feet, Cassie sat for a few minutes at the table in the corner that staff could. I really had no clue where he was going with this."Strip poker," he said with a grin.I laughed, "I've got four articles of clothing on! It would be the quickest game of strip poker ever!"I could see the wheels spinning in his head again as he thought of a way to make this work."How about this," he began to say, "I'll start you out with twice as many chips as me, and we play just the two of us. No fake players. Once one of us runs out of chips they have to start betting their clothes. Clothes.