As she followed the signs downward, she thought of the previous week at The Leather Rose when Sam approached her with what she thought was a cheap pic...up line. “Are you ready to move from amateur night to the real thing?” he had said as he handed her a business card with SaM’s Place in large, bold lettering. There was no address or phone number on the card, only a bar code beneath the lettering.“This is a guest pass. I’ve written the address and password on the back. If you want to. .” She got up, went to her mobile phone and called him. Some gibberish followed in Spanish after which she went to the laptop and called.“Hi, Pedro, I talk in English so that my Hungarian friend will understand,” She gestured to Eva to come closer. “You see her? Isn’t she beautiful?” A swarthy, fat, middle-aged bald man appeared on the screen. “Have you ever seen such beautiful breasts? And ass? Tell me, is she a Playboy centerfold or what? And guess what...”“What?” Asked Pedro with a trembling. We had Mexican take-out from a new Mexican restaurant, downtown. The food was fantastic, but it gave everybody terrible gas.After dinner we started the poker tournament. At about 8:45, I had eliminated all but Royce and Jessica from the tournament. It wasn't so much that I had very good hands, but I could bluff very well when I needed to. At 9:00, Jessica fell, leaving the game to me and Royce. We decided to up the stakes. If I won, Royce would have to blow me in front of all of her friends. If. Heather almost came on the spot. He slid into her, pulled out, then did it again, deeper, and she felt that wonderful fullness and she fucked back at him. It was hot and sweaty and very arousing."You know," he said in a low voice, "- they say that reality isn't as good as the fantasy." He shook his head. "That's bullshit."Heather moaned. "How does the reality feel?" Pretty good."As if to accentuate his words, Steve pushed back into her, filling her up. Heather squeezed her pussy and lay back on.