Dealer, I Am All In by cmsix

Chapter 7

As the two gentlemen and I followed the bellman with my "luggage" on his cart, I began to settle down a little. When we arrived at the door of my suite, I knocked but didn't speak, hoping that one of the girls would look out the peephole before opening the door, because I wasn't sure how or even if they'd be dressed.

In about thirty seconds Jackie opened the door for us. I'd probably been right to knock since she was in one of the hotel's terrycloth bathrobes. She looked askance at the luggage cart but didn't say anything. The bellman took it to a small door I hadn't opened, or even noticed before.

Opening it, he slid a card through its electronic slot. An inner door opened and I could tell then that it was a mini vault type thing. He put the four large leather grips and my buyin bag inside and shut the door, handing me the credit card _key_.

I tipped the bellman a hundred and then looked at the nearest bodyguard. He looked back at me and then smiled slightly.

"I appreciate the thought sir, but it is not necessary," he said, then he, the bellman, and his partner left.

I'd figured he wouldn't accept a tip but I wasn't going to take it for granted. The service we got here was worth more than I could ever pay. Well, I probably could pay for it, but you know what I mean.

"What was that all about, Tommy? Why did those men come with you and why on earth did you buy four leather grips. We just barely let you out of our sight and you go haywire," Jackie said, teasing me.

The others, buck naked, were in the big living room with us now and I could almost feel them wanting to get their licks in too. I had to speak up to head it off.

"Those grips contain a little over one hundred and fifty thousand dollars each, in hundreds. You know I play cash games," I said, trying to get in a little tease of my own in.

"Why were you still carrying the one we sent down to you?" Jerrilyn asked.

"Because it still contains the hundred thousand you sent. That was my buyin," I said.

"Well, Christine, it looks like we chose a good provider," Selene said, and damned if they didn't all laugh at me again.

It was nearly four AM and though the girls had been planning to give me a real workout, the night was over and they knew it. I was actually pretty tired, and as soon as they had me naked, dropping my clothes on the floor as they got them off, they put me to bed.

I learned a wonderful secret about my "soon to be" wife Christine then. She was an expert at massage. She wrung me out while talking with the rest of them all the while, just before she let me sleep she told them we needed to get some oxygen bottles and a regulator.

"It really helps relax them during a massage," she said, to the others.

I woke the next morning to see Selene with her head down between my legs and I noticed right away that she had my balls in her mouth. As soon as my eyes opened she started humming. No, I did not recognize the tune.

Christine was not to be outdone though; she showed me yet another wonderful skill. Christine could open her throat somehow and slide my dick down into it without swallowing, like any other deep throat provider would. It was so surprising that I went off right away, and it was one of those mind numbing comes.

Selene hadn't missed a note and she didn't let me go until Christine had sucked her way back up off my deflating dick and vacuumed up everything as she went. She and Selene kissed then and I could see them passing my contribution between them.

I'd heard of such things before and they hadn't really sounded all that exciting to me, but the looks on their faces and the obvious bulges their tongues made in each other's mouths nearly got me hard again. When they broke their kiss, they hopped off the bed, onto the floor, and high-fived. I was too washed out to laugh at them but I wanted to.

Jackie and Jerrilyn came in from the bathroom about then, wet and naked - well, they'd dried off but they were still damp - I could call them wet if I wanted to.

"Did you give him the treatment you'd planned on?" Jerrilyn asked.

"Yes! It went off perfectly," Selene said, and she was bragging.

"Good, let's call room service. I'm already starving and it'll probably take them an hour," Jackie said.

Jerrilyn did the honors, or at least she tried to. When she told the one who answered that she wanted to order breakfast, they told her that the carts had just headed our way.

"That's just odd," Jackie said.

"Kinda, but I don't really care what they bring, as long as they bring plenty," Jerrilyn said.

They did bring plenty. In five minutes, six men and two women were at our door with what I can only call a portable breakfast buffet. The men set up two long serving tables and began loading them with food while the women set our table, and began serving coffee, breakfast type pastries, and squeezed oranges for our juice.

It was three or four times more food than we could have eaten if we'd stayed at it all day. I made an absolute pig of myself and didn't even make a dent in it. None of the girls were light eaters either but I'll swear it seemed there was more food on the buffet table when we finished than there had been when we started. Of course, I just had to share a generous tip.

"Who did you blow while you were gone last night?" Selene asked, after all the crew had departed.

"I don't know where that came from. All I did last night was play poker, and you can tell from the bags that I didn't lose," I said.

"So you say. Maybe you'd better give us that card and let us search those bags," Jerrilyn said.

I knew she was teasing, but I fetched the card from the bedroom, opened the door, and told them to have at it. When they balked I said it again, but I warned them that they'd have to put the money back in the bags. After they got started they seemed to enjoy it for a while. I doubt they'd ever do it again, at least not in a hotel room. We had hell packing it back in.

Breakfast had been over for about two hours before I found time to see about my marching orders.

"Well, what's our first move today?" I asked.

"After we get you bathed and dressed we're going to meet your new teacher. The moving man said he found a good one, and we called him, explaining that we were going to buy a truck and trailer. He volunteered to go with us to pick it out," Jackie said.

"He did? Do you think he'll get a commission on the sale?" I asked.

"Unless he's retarded he will, and you know you don't really mind anyway. It looks like those nice Arab gentlemen will be paying for it.

"I was worried that he might talk us into something just so he could make a quick buck though, so I promised him a bonus if we still liked the truck after two weeks," Jerrilyn said.

"Good, I don't mind if he makes money off us but if we need a "Big Truck" I want a nice one," I said.

"If you have another night like last night, we can all have matching trucks," Jackie said.

Christine and Selene still weren't fully into the swing of mostly buying things to occupy their spare time. It was complicated by the fact that all their time was "spare time" now. They'd get used to it.

"When are we going to meet this teacher," I asked.

"I reserved a limo and we'll send for him when we need him," Jackie said.

We headed toward the bathroom and the girls informed me it would be a bath this morning, not a shower. They did an excellent job if I do say so myself, but when I thought it was time to shave they let me know that I'd be trying for the scruffy look for a few days. They probably hadn't noticed but I usually had to shave every morning and every evening. I'd have that scruffy look by tomorrow morning.

They dressed me in jeans and a work shirt, made me wear one of my straws, and a belt with a fairly large buckle.

_Mine was not to reply, mine was not to reason why, mine was to do... or else. On to the limo went Tommy._ -- shamelessly paraphrased from "The Charge of the Light Brigade" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.

Even just on the surface of things there are twenty or more excellent reasons for having four wives. Eight titties, four pussies... you can count. An additional good reason was not that you got your own way most of the time.

I saved my battles for territory that mattered to me. What I was wearing did not qualify. Hell, they probably knew best anyway. Forty-five seconds after we left the elevator I was sure of it.

The gentleman that had invited me to the game the night before saw us no more than three seconds after I saw him. I had time for a very short warning to my girls and they preformed spectacularly. They were all a step behind me before he laid eyes on us.

When he saw me, he headed my way and I stopped, letting him come to me.

"Good morning, Tommy. How was breakfast?" he asked, letting me know what had caused it.

"It was wonderful, my wives and I were very pleasantly surprised," I said.

He was surprised for a couple of seconds himself, about the wives no doubt, and then he smiled even though he tried not to.

"The Emir told me that you were the most enlightened American he had ever met. We would love for you to join us again tonight if that is possible. We'll be leaving tomorrow," he said.

"I'd be delighted. It was a wonderful time last night and I'm sure it will be even better tonight. It is rare for me to find new friends in Las Vegas, and I treasure every one," I said, glad that I was wearing higher top boots than normal because the shit was getting deep around us and I knew I was the one doing it.

"Excellent, will nine o'clock be convenient?" he asked.

"Perfect. I have a shopping trip today, but we should be back in plenty of time," I said.

"Don't let us interfere, you should not rush your wives at their shopping," he said, and I could almost feel him thinking that my wives were running the show. He was too smooth to show it but I knew I'd lose some respect if I didn't get that notion out of his head.

"Oh," I said, glancing back at them, "they begged to stay in the suite. I'm going to buy a new truck. I've never owned a semi and they seem fascinating."

"A semi?" he asked, obviously not familiar with what I was talking about.

"You must have seen them. The large trucks that pull the big trailers. I'm hoping that they have a few models that are nice inside. I've heard that there have been several improvements to them in the last few years."

"Do you mean the very large trucks we see on the highways?" he asked, and I could tell he didn't want to believe it.

"Yes. We'll need one with an extra large sleeper," I said, making it up out of whole cloth as I went along.

"Oh?"

"Yes. After I've taught my wives to drive, we should be able to come from my home in Texas to Las Vegas without stopping."

He was flabbergasted when I said it. I didn't know if it was possible or not, but it seemed like it should be. All the trucks I'd seen had enormous fuel tanks and I figured someone could drive while the others slept. Surely those big tanks held enough fuel to make the trip, one way at least.

He couldn't stand much more of it and I did back off a little; soon enough he was on his way, happy that I was going to play later and no doubt dumbfounded about my truck shopping expedition. The girls seemed a little shell shocked themselves, and they didn't say a word until we were in the limo.

"Tommy, you were perfect, and I never knew that you could produce bullshit by the ton. Five more minutes and he'd have just forgot the card game and had the money delivered to our suite," Jerrilyn said, and the rest laughed.

"You four are the ones that were perfect. How did you know to fall behind like that when we saw him?" I asked.

"Easy, those women channels are always going on about how horrible it is for the wives of rich Arabs, even when their husbands are filthy rich. How they're so mistreated.

"What a load of shit. Who wants to vote when you can have several other wives to take up your slack and you never have to leave the palace unless you want to. I could easily amuse myself sitting on my ass and eating grapes all day," Selene said, and then we all howled.

The truck-driving instructor was waiting for the limo and he came right out of his small home as soon as we pulled up. I got out to meet him. His name was Jim.

Once we were both back in and seated he gave the driver instructions to our first stop. It was a Kenworth dealer.

I actually liked the big Kenworths. To me they looked much better than the Peterbilts that all the truckers raved about on the CB. Alas, they didn't have anything suitable. I could tell from the outside but the girls had to get in before they discovered the defect.

The salesman that was showing us around had been happy since Jackie'd told him we wanted the best truck on the lot, with every option. He was crestfallen when she told him it wasn't good enough.

"I see, but could I ask what it's lacking?" he asked.

"Sure, the sleeper isn't nearly big enough. In case you have trouble with arithmetic, there are four women and one man. That bed isn't even nearly large enough, not to mention the lack of closet space.

"I saw that it had another bunk on top, kind of like bunk beds, but we all sleep together in the same bed," she said, as a parting shot.

"I see now, but you are not going to find a larger sleeper on a truck lot. This is the biggest sleeper that comes standard on any "over the road" truck. You'll have to find a custom sleeper and the truck's frame will have to be long enough to accommodate it," he said.

"I guess we'll have to keep looking then," Jerrilyn said, and I could tell she was ready to go somewhere else.

He could tell it too, but he blurted out the cure fast.

"I happen to know of a new truck with a larger sleeper at a dealership in Los Angeles. A gentleman ordered it and left a large deposit. Unfortunately he wasn't able to take delivery when it came in. Perhaps I could help you make a deal for it," he said.

"How big is the sleeper on this truck in Los Angles?" Selene asked, getting into the spirit.

"The truck here has a sixty inch sleeper, the other one I was talking about has a one-eighty. It's three times as large," he said.

The four of them moved off to the side, away from the salesman and I, and discussed it. They were back in a few minutes.

"I think it will do, but does it have top notch everything else?" Christine asked.

"Yes, it's loaded," he said.

"What color is it?" Jackie asked.

"Arrest me red," he said.

Jackie and Jerrilyn whooped and then showed me they could high-five equally as well as Christine and Selene. Selene showed me that she was getting into the swing of her new lifestyle then.

"We'll take it," she said, never even asking the price.

"Do you need to call your bank and make arrangements?" he asked.

"No, we'll be paying cash," I said, not wanting to be left completely out of the deal.

The salesman gulped at that and I could tell that he wasn't used to being paid in cash. He recovered quickly though.

"Do you want us to have it brought up here or will you be picking it up yourself?" he asked next.

"Jim, can you drive us back in it?" Jackie asked him.

"Sure thing, I'll be glad to, but how will we get there?" he asked.

"It isn't that far, we'll just take the limo," Jerrilyn said.

"We probably should put it off until tomorrow though," Christine said, "Tommy has promised to work tonight."

"Just as well," the salesman said, "They'll probably need time to wash it and get it ready to roll. Do you happen to need a trailer for it?"

"Of course, we want an Ultralite Reefer with a Carrier Unit," Jerrilyn said, and I'll swear she sounded like she knew what she was talking about.

"How much is this going to come to?" Christine asked.

"I don't have the exact figures but roughly one fifty for the tractor, sixty for the Ultralite and thirty for the unit," he said, and he sounded like he knew what he was talking about too.

"I have a better idea," said Jackie, "How about four-fifty for two, exactly alike. We'll take this one, pay for both tomorrow and you get us another one just like it as soon as you can?"

"Sold," he said.

Poor Jim, things had moved a little fast for him and I was afraid he'd injured his neck, jerking it back and forth like that, trying to keep his eye on whoever was talking at the time.

"One more thing," Jerrilyn said, as we were climbing back into the limo, "If it has mufflers tell them to get rid of 'em. We want eight inch straight stacks."

The limo took us to let Jim off and he promised to be ready to go at noon the next day. The girls and I went back to the Horseshoe, had a late lunch and then we went to the room so I could get a nap before the game tonight.

When I entered the private poker room that night it was all Arab gentlemen and myself. There were repeats from the night before but five of them were new to me. We all introduced ourselves and then the games began.

Like last night, all they wanted to play was Texas Hold 'em, but unlike last night they all played tight.  Well not exactly tight, but at least they didn't try bluffing every hand or so. At first it made things more interesting.

About an hour into the game something happened to me, and I don't have the first fucking clue about what it was or why it happened.

The dealer had just started another hand and at first I thought something was wrong with my eyes. I could see what the other cards were as they lay there face down. It wasn't as if they were face up though. I could clearly see their back but I could also tell what each card was.

My first thought was that it must be some kind of joke deck, but I knew that a high stakes game like this wasn't a joke, even to these ultra rich men. I folded right away, even though I had high suited connectors. The others played the hand as if everything was normal.

Same thing happened on the next hand and I folded again. I would have anyway since I got a seven of clubs and a deuce of spades. Only two stayed in and they did some vigorous betting with the loser coughing up ten grand.

On the next hand I got a pair of aces, and glancing around I saw that one guy had ace king and another had a pair of kings. We got into a three way betting thing when the flop came up ace king queen. The turn was nothing for any of us and neither was the river. I cleaned up with the three aces but I still couldn't figure out how I could see their cards. Hell, I didn't need any help taking their money.

For the rest of the night I kept waiting for someone to let on about the joke. No one did and a couple of times I saved myself some money using the information. It wasn't a sure thing to let me win every hand but it sure let me know when I'd have practically no chance of winning.

When we called it a night I'd won just about enough for the two trucks we'd spoken for today, but I was having a hard time accepting what had happened. Maybe it was some elaborate joke but that just didn't feel right. Hell, nothing I could do about it until someone spoke up. I packed my money and the bellman and two guards escorted me to my suite.