Dealer, I Am All In by cmsix

Chapter 6

The gun and knife show for Jackie and Jerrilyn was more than one day's work. With the way we spread it out, between riding lessons, it took nearly a week. Of course we had to go buy them some weapons of their own next, and it wasn't as easy as getting some like mine.

A trip to the feed store came around too, since I had to go there and have two more computers built, in self defense mostly. I knew I'd never get on mine long enough to matter if I didn't get them one of their own. Of course that meant one each of their own.

Things just snowball when you have two wives. New computers meant a desk and chair each. Then SBC, or should I say AT&T now, had to get involved so we'd have better DSL service. Finally things were settling down.

Christmas came and went and surprisingly we didn't do a lot with gifts. Jackie and Jerrilyn blamed it on me. They said I bought everything I wanted as soon as I thought of it and that made surprising me with something that I'd like more of a job. They compromised and fucked me silly throughout Kwanzaa.

Where was I, oh yeh. Things were settling down to a sort of routine, with riding lessons and practice, shooting lessons, and careful scouring of the Internet for more camping equipment. Jackie and Jerrilyn had really taken this little chore to heart.

Then the bottom fell out. Christine, the best showgirl friend they had left in Las Vegas, had just been shat upon by some ungrateful turd. She was feeling put upon and just tired of living. So we had to pack up a Silverado, and they made me take one of the new trailers too. We were off to Vegas again.

I don't mind saying that I was a little suspicious about taking a trailer with us. I could only think of one thing we might need it for and I wasn't sure I was in favor of opening a group therapy center for distraught showgirls. But what the hell, I'm the kind of guy that likes to help other people. Besides, Jackie and Jerrilyn didn't ask my opinion.

The trip out to Vegas made me realize just how much my life had changed. I no longer had to cook anything for myself, in fact, if I'd wanted to cook something I'd have needed permission. Chalk that up as a positive development, since my best dish was "Ranch Style Beans" and either Jackie or Jerrilyn could do a better job with them than I could. I'd never known you could add things to them as you warmed them up.

And driving. I probably didn't drive for two hours on the way to Las Vegas. I spent the rest of the time napping or molesting the one that wasn't driving. I think you could count that as a move for the good too.

Washing clothes? I wasn't even allowed in the laundry room now, and who'd have thought that touching up wash and wear type clothes with an iron before wearing them could make that much difference. Little things like that added up. The hell of it was that neither Jackie nor Jerrilyn seemed to spend nearly as much time doing these chores as I'd had to when I was at it, except the driving that is, and they even drove faster than me.

All in all the trip was great for me, and the girls didn't complain one bit. The only cross words came when I finally demanded a turn behind the wheel. They didn't exactly get tight jaws over it, but they weren't their normal teasing selves while I drove and I gave up the fight after the couple of hours.

I didn't have the faintest idea where Christine lived but of course the girls went right to it. It was an apartment complex, a big one, and apparently both Jackie and Jerrilyn had lived in it at some time or other during their time in Las Vegas. We ended up parking the same way I had when I came out to fetch them. Luckily we only blocked two cars in.

I was going to leave a note on the truck's window, in case someone we were blocking needed out. They could read the note and come to the apartment and ask us to move.

"Don't bother," Jerrilyn said, "They'll have sense enough to honk their horn if they need out and Jackie or I will come down and move the rig."

_The rig,_ had a nice ring to it, and now I knew that they must actually listen to the CB while they drove. Maybe that's why they never got a ticket.

The hugging, kissing, crying, and slinging snot that started when Christine let them in was a sight to behold, and that doesn't even count what I got when Jackie and Jerrilyn told Christine and her roommate that I had married both of them. I was smooched to within an inch of my life.

It didn't hurt me though and it helped dispell the odd feeling I got when I realized that Christine had a roommate. It didn't last long though.

Christine was a showgirl through and through, six feet tall, titties for days, and a wonderful athletically fit body. She didn't look her best, she'd been down in the dumps and you could tell that her green eyes had shed a lot of tears in the last few days.

Selene wasn't a showgirl, she was a stripper. She worked at The Palomino Club which was one of the few totally nude strip bars in Vegas. They couldn't have gambling since they had totally nude dancers, but damned few of the men or women that went there had gambling on their minds. Even in jeans and a sweat shirt it was easy to tell that Selene was a big part of the reason they didn't think about gambling in the Palomino club.

I'd been there a few times when I'd been living in Las Vegas, but I didn't remember Selene and I'm sure if I'd seen her there I would have. The Palomino Club's motto was "Where the Fillies Are" and damned if it wasn't the truth.

Every move she made was sexy, it was like she just couldn't help it. Jackie, Jerrilyn, and Christine were sexy women but while it kind of rolled off them in big waves, it gushed from Selene. Her jet black hair and startlingly blue eyes just added to the package. Even though she was only five eight, she didn't have to take a back seat to the other three.

There I was, surrounded by some of what had to be the most beautiful women on earth one minute and sitting on the couch alone the next. Jackie and Jerrilyn herded Christine and Selene into a bedroom and shut the door. I could take a hint so I concentrated on listening for someone honking the horn and wanting me to let them out.

They were cloistered in that bedroom for a little more than an hour. Just my luck, no one honked so I didn't have to move from the couch. I couldn't hear what they were saying but I knew there were some minor arguments. I could even tell that Jackie and Jerrilyn won most, if not every one.

Things changed a little for about the last fifteen minutes. No doubt Jackie and Jerrilyn had gotten their way and were now just smoothing out the rough edges. Soon enough they all came back out.

All four had been crying; Jackie and Jerrilyn only a little I guessed and Christine and Selene more. All eyes were bright and sparkling now though, with Christine and Selene both smiling what had to be their widest.

"Ask Christine and Selene to marry you, Tommy," Jackie and Jerrilyn said, almost perfectly in unison.

I might not be the smartest poker player on earth but anyone that could walk around by themselves would have known better than to cause trouble at this stage. I was on my knees in front of Christine, begging for her hand in no time flat, and after a yes and a sound kiss I dropped in front of Selene for more of the same. It was my lucky day, since she agreed too.

Jackie and Jerrilyn must not have wanted to hang around their old stomping grounds any longer than necessary. Jackie was calling her old favorite moving company and Jerrilyn was right by her to lend a hand, or a voice, if it was needed.

It wasn't. When Jackie told the manager we'd met last time that his men were late to pack up an entire apartment, he apologized and said he'd have them right over. She also requested two female packers to deal with some delicate things, knick-knacks and such I think.

The man only had one female packer but he promised Jackie that the gay man he had for that type of work was even better, he promised Jackie she wouldn't be disappointed.

Not more than ten minutes later, eleven men and one woman showed up with all the boxes and bubble wrap in the world. They were packing things before we finished telling them hello. One of them was even taking down the ceiling fan in the living room.

"How did you know that was mine?" Selene asked.

"I put it up, and both the bedroom fans too. I boxed up the cheap light fixtures that go with the place and put them in a closet. I'll put them back up when I have the fans packed," he said.

I was beginning to understand why Jackie and Jerrilyn had always used the same company. That kind of service was unheard of, anywhere.

"What about our cars?" Christine asked.

"We should probably sell them, Christine. I know I should get rid of that old mustang thing I have," Selene said.

"That's not a Mustang, Selene, it's a Cobra," Christine said, and I gulped.

I had seen the imitation Cobra on the way up. It was one of the cars we were blocking, but somehow, the reverent way that Christine said it made me think for a second that it might be a real Cobra. Naw, couldn't be.

"I don't care what it is, it doesn't run right and it gets hot anytime you get in traffic. Besides," she said, blushing, "I kind of traded it out."

She blushed even more brightly when I grinned at her.

"Apparently, Selene, you don't realize what a ride on your ass is worth," Christine said.

I couldn't help it, by now I had to find out.

"Christine, you aren't tying to tell me that is an original Cobra, are you?"

"I'm not trying, I am telling you. It's a 289 Cobra too, they never even had a street model. That was a racing Cobra that someone got hold of somehow and sold to a rich boy Selene dated for a while. He gave it to her for her birthday about three years ago," Christine said, and I gulped again.

"Selene, does it always idle rough and then take right off when you give it the gas," Jackie asked her.

"That's exactly what it does. It's embarrassing when it idles, it always sounds like it needs a tune up, but when you take off you have to be careful or it'll lay rubber every damned time," she said.

"Don't worry about a thing. Tommy can fix it, he fixed Chester in a few minutes and Chester was a racing car too," Jackie said, and Jerrilyn added her assurance with a nod.

"That would be such a relief. For two years I've been wishing I'd just bought a car, like Christine did, instead of letting him give me that junker," Selene said.

"I'm not trying to argue with you Selene, but that junker you're talking about is probably worth a quarter million," I said.

She looked at me like I was crazy and then so did Jackie and Jerrilyn. Christine wasn't that surprised but she was surprised.

"I knew it must be worth a lot, because they're so rare, but I didn't have any idea it was worth that much. I've heard of them selling for a hundred thousand but never that much," Christine said.

"The street models, the 427 Cobras, bring around a hundred grand, or probably more now. You were right, there was never a street model of the 289 Cobra, it was a race car, period. Every one was hand built," I said.

"Do you think I could really get two hundred and fifty thousand for it? Selene asked.

"Sure you can," Jackie said, "Write her a check Tommy."

I pulled out my checkbook and opened it, but Selene said stop before I had my pen out of my pocket.

"You were going to do it, weren't you. I could tell by the look on your face," she said.

"Of course he was, I tried to tell you he was rich. He already has two wives, he's about to marry two more, and he's not even a Mormon. Even a man isn't stupid enough to try that unless he's rich," Jerrilyn said.

"He's cute, lovable, and very understanding," Jackie said.

"And he almost always lets us have our way," Jerrilyn said.

"Even when he doesn't, all we have to do is pout a little and he gives in," Jackie said.

"Aw, shucks."

"See what I mean? I'm just glad you two were smart enough to join us. Now we'll have some help with the monster," Jackie said.

"The monster?" Christine asked, and Selene gave me a look too; for that matter I wondered what she was talking about.

"The monster lives right behind his zipper.

"Just because he lived in Las Vegas for all those years and picked up the city boy habits doesn't mean he wasn't a long dicked country boy from the get go. Tommy in hung, plain and simple," Jerrilyn said, and then grinned at me.

"He's a little like the energizer bunny, except he keeps fucking, and fucking, and fucking," Jackie said, and then I blushed; at least I had sense enough not to open my mouth and let any words out.

One of the workers saved me then, asking if they should start loading things in the trailer. I nearly said yes, but I remembered the cars.

"We'll need to put two cars in first," I told him.

Christine and Selene both got their keys and we all headed downstairs. Jackie pulled the truck ahead and when she stopped I let the tailgate down.

Just like last time, I had to drive the cars into the trailer and tie them down. I didn't mind but it was odd that they considered driving into the trailer "man's work." After the Cobra was tied down I figured we'd have to radio Houston, because we had a problem.

"All that furniture is yours, isn't it?" I asked Christine and Selene.

"Every damned bit," Christine said.

"I guess we need to call the moving company again and have them send a truck for it. We don't have room for it and the cars?" I said.

"Well, lets get another truck and trailer?" Jackie said.

"I guess we could, if we can find a truck to match. I know the trailer place in Amarillo will build us another trailer if they don't have one ready to go already," I said.

"We have enough pickups and horse trailers," Jerrilyn said, "I want a "Big Truck" and a reefer?" Jerrilyn said.

"You wanna get high? Right now?" Christine asked.

I was stunned for a minute and I didn't get the chance to speak up right away.

"If that's not a big truck, what kind is, and what's a reefer, it thought that's what they called joints in the very old days," Selene said.

"A big truck is a semi, we figured that out from listening to the CB. I'm not positive, but I think a reefer is what they call those trailers with the refrigerator on the front. The ones for hauling food and produce," Jackie said.

"I'm almost sure that's what it means," Jerrilyn said.

"I guess that will work, but we'll have to take lessons to learn to drive it. Don't those truck driving schools take weeks?" I asked.

"I'm sure they do, but you don't need to go to one of those. You're not trying to get a job. You just need to know how to drive it, you can learn to bump the dock later," Jackie said, and I knew damned well it was more truck driver lingo that she'd picked up.

"What about the rest of you, don't any of you want to learn to drive one?" I asked, wishing I hadn't exactly point three seconds after I had.

"Of course we do. That's why you have to learn first, so you can teach us," Jackie sad, as if it made perfect sense.

"Well not tonight. Call the movers and tell them to get everything in storage.  Christine and Selena, pack clothes and makeup and we're going to Binions. I'm going to relax and win some money and then somebody is going to suck my dick," I said, and I'll admit I was getting a little frustrated.

For a few seconds there they all had a serious look on their faces, then Jackie started giggling and the rest joined in, one at a time as they lost it.

"Don't you just love it when he takes charge. Tommy dear, you were wrong about one thing though. Somebody isn't going to suck your dick, we're all going to suck your dick. We'll be naked and ready when you get in from work," Jerrilyn said.

"Work?" Christine asked.

"I told you before. Tommy is a poker palyer, it's his job. He doesn't really need to anymore but I think he still likes to go win money, just to show off," Jackie said, and she was probably right.

Jackie called and got us a suite while Jerrilyn called the moving man back and told him how the world worked. She also made him promise to find a truck driver that could give me some lessons.

In an hour we were checked in and fifteen minutes later I got my first naked look at my two new "soon to be" wives. As far as I'm concerned you can't see too many beautiful women naked, and I'm probably right, but right about then I felt like I had enough to look at for now.

They'd made sure the suite had a shower large enough for all of us and we washed until we coudn't wash anymore. They all took turns sucking my dick, giving it a few swallows and then swapping off. They had me sleeping peacefully within fifteen minutes of the time they dried me off.

We went to the hotel's resturant about nine, they'd let me sleep until eight thirty and then got me up and dressed me, as if I were some big Ken doll or something. I loved it.

When they had me fed, they sent me off to find a game, telling me to try and win enough to pay cash for the truck and trailer. Hell, I didn't even know what a setup like that cost, and I was afraid to ask.

I was walking around in one of the poker rooms, knowing I couldn't get the kind of game I needed there, but hoping I'd see someone that needed their wallet lightened in a semi-private game. I hit the jackpot too.

It wasn't one of the Arab gentlemen I knew, but it was one I'd seen with them a couple of times. He actually came over and approached me, asking if I could play a while with he and some friends. Could I ever.

He had a private poker room spoken for already and when we got there I was the only American. There were four other Arab gentlemen and three Mexican gentlemen, all of them were tied to oil somehow, and it didn't matter one bit to me. There were two other Americans of Italian descent in the room, but they were employees of the casino, watching the proceedings. The dealer looked to be oriental, but she was an excellent dealer, another of the casino's employees.

Of course this was a cash game and it was even better than I thought. The buyin was a hundred thousand. I called our suite and had Jerrilyn give the money to a guard type person the dealer sent to pick it up. Later, Jerrilyn said that there'd been a man with a shotgun escorting him, but I figured she was making that up.

It was a long night, but for me it was the best game that I'd ever been in. Every one of those idiots thought that they were fantastic at bluffing. All that was necessary was to let them bluff me for a small pot and then cut their legs out from under them when I drew good cards. Once I even got three at once to put up all their chips on the same hand. I'd been dealt two fours and flopped the other two.

The most surprising thing was that all three of them coughed up another hundred thousand and bought back in. How could they be enjoying losing so much money to me. I just couldn't twist it around enough to figure it out. I quit trying and kept playing until they were all so drunk they couldn't play any more.

At the last, the guy that had found me downstairs asked if they could call a photographer and have pictures taken with me. They offered me ten thousand dollars to pose.

"Not a chance. You're welcome to a picture but there's no need to pay me for it. We played poker all night and we didn't get into one fight and nobody even seems mad, in Texas that means we're friends now, practically blood brothers," I said, troweling on the bullshit as thick as I could.

They chewed it like a pickle.

I ended up being the last one to leave. The others all had men waiting for them as escorts. I had six hundred and ten thousand dollars more than I'd come in with and it was all hundreds. You can't put that kind of money in your pocket and the dealer had called for an escort for me and told them to bring several bags

I was talking to her while we waited and I just had to ask if she had a clue why they were so happy to lose money.

"They weren't particularly happy about losing, they were happy to lose to you. You have quite a following in Kuwait," she said.

"Were they all from Kuwait?" I asked.

"All the Arabs were, the Mexicans were here because they are closely allied with Kuwait. Not their countries especially, just the two oil companies they work with," she said.

"I still don't understand why they like to play against me," I said.

"Perhaps it is because of the respectful way you treat them. I know for a fact that the Emir was very happy every time he had the chance to play with you," she said.

"Who?"

"The Emir, of Kuwait," she said.

"Isn't that like the ruler, or something?" I asked.

"It is the ruler, period," she said.

"But I've never played against a ruler," I said.

"How about that man, do you remember playing with him?" she asked, pointing to a large framed picture hanging on the wall, one that I'd never even noticed.

It was one of the first Arabs I'd ever played, I could remember him plainly. Hell, he'd been a friendly seeming guy. I even liked him.

"I do remember him and I have played against him," I said.

"He wasn't then, but he is now the Emir of Kuwait. This is his private poker room and three other dealers and I are the only ones allowed to work it. They don't come if we are on vacation. They are very loyal to people they like. I happen to know that you are welcome in this room at any time there is a game here," she said.

"I can't believe all that. I've never even heard of such a thing," I said.

"He is the ruler of a country that is very important to the United States, and his money is even more important to this casino. What he asks for, he gets, here at least."

I was shell shocked, I just didn't know what to think about all this. The dealer didn't say anything else and in a few minutes two very healthy looking Italian Americans came into the room with what must have been a complete set of leather luggage. They began loading the cash into the bags and I just sat there.

"Will you be available for a game tomorrow night?" the dealer asked me as the men were shutting the last suitcase.

"Probably. I have to buy a tractor and a reefer tomorrow, and see about an instructor, but I'm sure I'll be done by eight or nine tomorrow night," I said, trying to give her some of the truck driver lingo that my wives had been slinging around.

"Excellent, there are several more gentlemen here that would love to play against you," she said.

"I'll do my best to be available."