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The Perfect Setup

By The Technician

Non-Consensual, Femdom, FF/ff/m Shaving, Spanking, Humiliation, Slavery,
Castration

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 A young husband decides to seek revenge on a bitch of a wife who is about
to divorce him.  With the help of an old con artist-card sharp, he creates
the perfect setup to con her into a divorce on his terms. But there is
always a joker in the deck and things don't turn out exactly as he had
planned.

This story goes into a LOT of detail about a game of five-card stud, jokers
wild. If you aren't into card games, it might be confusing -" or boring -" for
you. If so, you might want to skip this one.

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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY.
Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and
events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead
is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional
ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.

If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between
fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or
tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these
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CHAPTER ONE

I didn't do it because she had been a perfect 10 bitch for the past two
years.  I didn't do it because she refused to have sex with me after I lost
my job as a stock broker.  It wasn't even because I found out that she had
filed divorce papers.  Ultimately, it was because of that damned "Christmas
Club."

I met Charlie a year after I graduated from college.  I was a brand new
stock broker on my way up and she was a junior lawyer with a big law firm
downtown.  I'm not sure what brought us together. Looking back on it, I
think for both of us it was a career decision. She needed a husband to fit
in at her office and I needed a wife to take with me to the various company
events and functions. I mean, the sex was good -" No! The sex was great. But
I'm not sure that either Charlie or I could ever really say that we loved
each other.

I know that's not the best basis for a marriage, but there are a lot of
couples out there who married for even worse reasons. And the first four or
five years that Charlie and I were married were pretty good.

Her name is actually Charlotte, but everyone calls her "Charlie" -" everyone
that is except for the poor bastards she grinds to powder in the
courtroom.  They just call her "That Bitch."

Did I mention that her specialty is divorce and that she has the reputation
of taking everything but a man's balls in almost every case?  Having seen
what is left of some of the men whose ex-wives had her for a divorce
attorney, I'm not sure she didn't get the balls, too, as part the
settlement.

Charlie told me about the "Christmas Club" the first year we were dating.
She and three of her sorority  sisters always spent the week after
Christmas at some resort or spa together.  She told me that they had been
doing that since they were pledges together and that it was "sacrosanct."

Unlike a lot of the strange legal words Charlie often used, I didn't have
to look that up.  It was pretty clear that sacrosanct meant "don't fuck
with this."  So every year on the day after Christmas, she and Donna and
Barbara and Doctor Sapperstein would go off somewhere for their "Christmas
Club" getaway. I never knew where they went or whether it was the same
place each year. I also never knew who Donna and Barb were or what they did
for a living. I knew who Doctor Lari Sapperstein was, however, because she
was a local plastic surgeon and I saw her name and face on billboards
throughout the area.

Charlie would never tell me where they were going or what they did while
they were there.  Her only comment when I once asked was, "We definitely
are not chasing men for the week, so you don't have to worry."

I think the Christmas Club was the only real down side to our relationship
until Wall Street fell apart.  When the market tanked unexpectedly, our
firm took some really big losses. Several of our major clients were
virtually wiped out. Business fell off dramatically and the brokers like me
with only a few years of seniority were the first to go.  Actually, when
the manure hit the ventilator in our office, there were many others with
less seniority than me, but I was the one who got the axe.

One day my boss called me into his office and said, "There have been some
papers filed that cast doubt on some of our firms decisions -" decisions you
were responsible for.  I know you didn't do anything illegal, but we might
have to defend ourselves in court and it would be better for the firm if
this could be handled without your presence."

I knew that I couldn't have been the primary decision maker on any of those
things, whatever they were, because I didn't have the seniority or power to
make that sort of decision. Regardless, I was going to be the scapegoat,
taking the hit for the team.   I possibly could have proven my innocence...
if they would have told me who had filed complaints or exactly what legal
actions had been taken. But they wouldn't talk to me.

They evidently talked to all their buddies, though, and told them I was
responsible for whatever it was that had happened, because even after
things began to improve, no one would so much as give me an interview.  I
asked Charlie to look into it for me. She used some of her contacts, but
all she reported back to me was, "You must have really screwed up badly
with somebody big."  That is all she ever told me.  Then she kicked me out
of bed.

I tried to find other work, but stock brokers are not the best liked people
in good times.  When people have lost their shirts recently, they don't
want to hire or work with one those "greedy bastards" who caused all their
problems.  Soon, my only friends were Dave the bartender and Maury, a local
barfly who for some reason decided to befriend me.

Actually it was Maury who gave me the idea.  He was a card sharp and was
always doing bar bet card tricks.  I think he made his living running a
couple of poker games here and there, but you don't ask that kind of thing
at the bar. One day he got my attention when he began talking about what he
called "the perfect setup."

"The problem with most people," Maury began, "is that they think that the
perfect setup in a card game is to have the perfect hand."

He sipped his beer and continued, "That won't get you squat!  What good is
the perfect hand if everybody folds against you?  The perfect setup is when
you have the perfect hand and the other person also thinks that they have
the perfect hand.  That's when you take their gazuubahs."

I had no idea what the hell a "gazuubah" was, but I got the idea. Maury
also showed me how to win "pin money" with a little low-level cheating.
"You don't have to win all the time to win at poker," he would say.  "You
only have to win more than the other guy, and to do that you only have to
control two of the cards."

Maury's big game was 5-card-stud with jokers wild.  "That's the game to
play," he said. "Everybody thinks it's almost impossible to cheat at, but
it's one of the easiest to fix. And here is all you need."

He held up a small spray can and said.  "This spray makes a card extra
slick.  You can't tell it by feel, but even in a new deck, if you tap the
deck sideways just a little as you pick it up, it will almost always split
at that card."

He set the spray on the bar and said, "Fifty bucks." He took another sip of
his beer as I got out my billfold. Then he added, "The other thing you'll
need to make it work on a regular basis is a sealing machine. You can get
those at most places that sell to retail stores."

He smiled. "Most people trust a new deck. There's nothing that pulls a
sucker in like pealing the cellophane off what they think is a factory
deck. Even more so if it's a box of decks. Two wrappers are no more
difficult to seal than one."

"Here's what you do," he continued, handing me the can of slick spray. "You
slick the jokers on their face side.  Then when you tap the deck there's
always a joker on the bottom of the portion you are holding as you deal.  A
simple bottom deal and you have a joker in the hole. That's enough of an
edge to win a couple of big hands each night."

"But what if you want to really clean someone out?" I asked.

"Then you're talking about doing a setup," he answered. "For that, you
prepackage your winning hands and use a false shuffle and reverse cut."

It must have been obvious from my facial expression that he had totally
lost me because he took another sip of beer and explained, "They are both
pretty easy to learn and hard to catch.  Basically you shuffle the cards
together, but then pull them back apart each time. It looks like you are
shuffling the hell out of them, but nothing moves.  Then when you let
someone cut, you flip the cut back over as you pick up the deck, or you use
a joker slicker that you had put on the bottom to pop the deck back to
original.  Either way, it's just a little slight of hand and you have the
top portion rather than the bottom when you deal."

"What if you want to go for the perfect setup?" I asked. "The one where you
[really [ clean someone out?"

"Ah, the perfect setup," he said between sips of beer. "That takes a lot of
time and even more planning."

He turned to me and was suddenly very serious. "You have to have everything
in place weeks -" months -" or even years -" in advance while you wait for the
perfect time to strike. Everything has to be in place just like you want it
before you make your move."

He chuckled slightly, "The icing on the cake when you make your move is to
set it up so that they are absolutely sure you can't possibly be cheating."

"How can I do that?"

"It's really simple to do," he said taking a deck of cards out of his
pocket and shuffling them. "When everything is set and ready to go, I will
take the deck back after the cut but then rather than dealing, I hand it
back... or I cut the deck again - at the slick - and then hand it back.  I
say something like,  -~I'm feeling really lucky.  You deal so we all know
that I'm not pulling something.'  The sucker never thinks about the fact
that it doesn't make any difference who deals the cards if I have them all
set up." He downed the rest of his beer, smiled and continued, "Works every
time."

He sighed and finished with, "Ah, there's nothing I like better than really
fucking over a sucker.  You know, really giving it to them right in the
ass."

Suddenly, I could see myself really giving it to Charlie "right in the
ass."  A plan began to form in my head.  If I could somehow get her into a
card game, her highly competitive nature would lead her into my trap.
Somehow I would get her to bet everything, and I mean everything, and then
I would have her right where I wanted her.  Her hyper-legal mind wouldn't
let her go back on her bet.  I could walk away from this sham of a marriage
with some assets and maybe even a final revenge on her ass.  The problem
was how to set it up.

END CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

Good plans take preparation.  Great plans take preparation and luck. My
luck came only a few weeks later in the form of a Christmas blizzard.  In
order to explain the poker chips, cards, and poker paraphernalia that
arrived at the house, I had told Charlie that I was going to be hosting a
big poker game at the club for some friends while she was gone.   She
immediately told me, "You'll just lose your ass, like always."

I said, "I'm the host.  The house always wins, didn't you know?"

Her response was to roll her eyes at me as she left the room.

Christmas Day she made some phone calls and then said to me, "Looks like
you're going to be late for your poker game tomorrow.  With this weather,
I'm going to need you to take me up to the cabin in your four-wheel drive."

I started to protest, but she cut me off and said, "Just tell you friends
that things will start late."

Since I didn't really have a poker game set up, it didn't make any
difference, but it sort of pissed me off... until I realized that this
might be the opportunity for the perfect setup.  I wasn't sure where this
cabin was, but I knew that the weather was going to get worse and if I
could get "trapped at the cabin," I might convince the girls to play some
poker and then I would have three witnesses to my victory over Charlie.  I
might even get some revenge on the Christmas girls while I was at it.

I told Charlie I would have to make some phone calls and then I would be in
the basement getting everything ready since I wouldn't have time
otherwise.  What I actually did was prepare about a dozen or so slicker
decks and three different setup decks.  I only planned to need one deck,
but just in case I had backups.

After I re-wrapped the decks with commercial shrink wrap packaging, I
marked them with price tags using a pricing gun I had purchased just for
that purpose.  Nobody pays any attention to a price sticker, but the
numbers above the price on the sticker told me exactly which deck was
which. The setup decks were for 3, 4, or 5 players and there were four in
each set.

Actually, I planned to sit with Charlie to my left so it didn't matter how
many were playing as long as I used the right deck.  It was the perfect
setup.  When the time came, I would have her or one of the other girls
deal.  I would get the perfect hand, she would get the almost perfect hand,
and everyone else would get good hands that were actually squat compared to
Charlie's and mine. And when it was all over, I would come out the big
winner with at least a divorce on [my [ terms.

We left for the cabin about noon on the day after Christmas.  I made sure
to grumble a little every so often about how I was going to miss my poker
game with the guys and that she wasn't the only one who needed a little
away time.  After a couple of hours, she told me to shut up and drive.

We drove more or less in silence after that.  Eventually, we started to get
into some mountain roads and she consulted a map and some written
directions until we finally pulled onto a narrow, snow-covered, dirt road
that wound its way up the back side of one really large hill.  The GPS just
showed us going out across wilderness with no roads indicated.

"Are you sure this is the right road?"  I asked.  "I would hate to get
stuck out here in this weather and it's starting to get dark."

She assured me it was alright and we continued on a couple of miles until
she told me to pull over into a parking area at the base of some wooden
steps.  "Get the bags," she ordered as she stepped out of the car.  Since
she only had one bag, I assumed she meant for me to also get my bag and I
grabbed her suitcase and my duffle.  The steps took us up the hillside to a
small, but very nice, mountain cabin.

"Hopefully the girls won't have any problem getting in," she said as she
began to remove covers from furniture and turn up lights and heat. "Go out
to the shed and get some wood for the fire," she ordered, pointing toward a
door on the side of the cabin.  Then she added, "There's an outside door to
the wood bin next to the chimney.  Make sure it's full before you come back
in."

Normally I would have been really pissed about the way she was ordering me
around, but now was not the time to start a big argument, so I went outside
to the small woodshed.  I found it was stacked nearly full of firewood.  It
took four or five trips back and forth to fill the bin next to the
fireplace.  When I came back into the cabin, the girls were just coming in
the door.

"Donna, Barb, Lari," Charlie began, "this is my husband, Steve.  He drove
me up here and is just leaving now that he has brought us in enough wood."

"But they've closed the road," replied Lari. "We had to drive around the
barricade to get up here.  I wouldn't have done it if I didn't have chains
on the Jeep.  They won't plow that road until the storm is over.  I am
afraid Steve is stuck here with us until then."

"Shit, now I will have to cancel my poker game," I grumbled and walked into
the kitchen with my cell phone in my hand.  After a few moments, I yelled
back into the other room, "There's no cell phone service out here, is
there?"

Lari responded rather icily, "No, Steve, it's just us girls and you alone
in the wilderness."

I was glad I was alone in the kitchen.  They couldn't see the big smile
that I couldn't keep from spreading across my face.  After I composed
myself, I came back into the main room and said, "I guess I will just have
to try to stay out of your way as much as possible.  Is there a lower area
on this cabin?"

Charlie answered me, "The lower area is mostly unfinished, and what is
finished is for special use, so you will be staying up here with us for the
time being.  There are three bedrooms.  You'll have one of them.  Barb and
I will have one and Lari and Donna will have the third."

It suddenly struck me that she had pronounced "Lari" as Larry. Although I
had seen the name in writing, I had never heard the name pronounced and
assumed that it was "Lah-ree" - sort of like "Lori." The thought flashed
through my mind that Charlie and Barb and Lari and Donna sounded like a two
married couples away for the weekend with a mutual single friend, Steve.

That rest of that evening and night was chick heaven and man hell. They
were sitting around the kitchen table gossiping and catching up on each
other's lives.  There was no TV signal because of the heavy snow, and the
only DVDs were strictly chick-flick movies which I knew that we were going
to watch before the night was up.  We did -" two of them.

The girls were sitting around in flimsy nighties that didn't do much to
hide their bodies.  They evidently also didn't do much to help them keep
warm either, because they kept asking me to put another log on the fire.
Barb said, "We didn't know we were going to be having male guests or we
would have brought something a little more... flannel." I went to bed very
frustrated, but full of hope that I could put my plan into effect soon.

The next day it snowed all day and the girls decided to stay inside.
Charlie said something about wasting all that good ski time, but Lari said
that they would just have to find something to pass the time until the
weather cleared.  I had my opening.  "Well, ladies I do have all my stuff
for a poker party down in the car.  If you pretty ladies want to learn a
thing or two about a real game of chance, we could play some five card
stud."

I expected Charlie to object or tell me that I was being stupid, but
instead she looked over at Lari and said, "Why not?  We could teach Steve
here a thing or two about how to play."

I had her... I had them.  All I had to do was to keep my excitement
contained and carefully work the plan.  Too much enthusiasm and I would
scare them off.  I had to keep to the plan exactly.  I needed to make them -"
especially Charlie -" want to win and think that they could win.  I forced
myself to casually walk down the steps to the car and not run the whole
distance there and back.

When I returned carrying a big, plastic tub, Donna had set up a six-sided
card table and some chairs.  "These were in the closet," she said.  When I
commented that they looked almost new, she added, "Must be.  They weren't
there last year when we used the cabin."

I set down the tub and said, "A poker party in a box," as I took out cards,
chips, several bottles of bourbon, and some bags of snacks. "Do you girls
know how to play five card stud?" I asked, as I arranged things on a small
table near the fireplace.

"Oh, we played a little back in college, so I think we can manage," replied
Lari.

"So, five card stud with jokers wild it is."  I hoped my poker face hid the
excitement I could feel.  This was going to work.  I was about to spring
the perfect setup and Charlie was going to get what she deserved.

END CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

I managed to convince Charlie to sit to my left just as I had planned. It
didn't make any difference where Donna, Barb, and Lari sat because they
would be getting basically shit hands anyway when I sprung the setup.

I had $500 stashed away in the tub with the poker chips and suggested that
to keep things fair we all "bought in" at $500 with no additional buy-ins.
I didn't know how much money Charlie might have on her, but for the plan to
work, she needed to run out of chips and have to start betting some
"extras."  I thought I would have to do some wheedling and convincing, but
surprisingly Donna said, "That sounds good to me. Will you take a check?  I
don't have that much cash on me."  Then she added, "Of course, I will
probably be redeeming that check when I cash in my winnings."

I thought to myself, "If you only knew."

I started out with a standard deck to be sure that none of them noticed
anything strange before they had a few shots of bourbon under their belts.
I set up the bar on the counter near the card table and cheerfully
explained, "It would be a waste to let this good bourbon go to waste.  Do
you have any mixers?"

Donna said there was Coke and Seven Up in the basement refrigerator and
disappeared down the stairs.  She came back a few moments later with cans
of Pepsi and Sierra Mist with the comment, "I guess this will have to
do."

I mixed everyone a good stiff drink in a tall glass.   Lari and Charlie
wanted bourbon and Pepsi.  Donna, Barb, and I stuck with the Sierra Mist as
a mixer.  I made sure that Charlie's glass had as much bourbon as I could
get away with.  At the same time, I cut mine way back and added a little of
the Pepsi to get the proper color.  As far as any of the girls could tell,
I was drinking a bourbon and Seven-up -" well, actually Sierra Mist -" heavy on
the bourbon.

The first game was pretty mild.  I was explaining the rules of five card
stud.  Three cards were dealt face up and two were dealt face down.  There
were bets placed after each card.  I added that "House Rules" were that
even if you folded, the rest of your hand was dealt out so that you would
know what you would have had if you had stayed in the game.  That wasn't
technically how it was supposed to be, but you can do almost anything under
house rules and I didn't want anyone folding on me and screwing up the deal
when everything was ready for the big setup.

I was using a standard deck and planned to hold back on the slider jokers
until later in the evening unless I needed them.  After everyone was
settled in and comfortably blitzed, I would use the sliders to take some
big hands and slowly work Charlie into the corner where she would have to
start making the kind of bets I wanted when I finally put the setup deck
into play.

All four of the girls were amazingly bad at poker.  They showed everything
on their faces and it was pretty obvious when they had a good hand.  It was
equally obvious when they had a bad hand or were just bluffing.   I was
winning even without any of the crooked decks, and I was tempted to clean
them all out, but there was much more at stake here so I very carefully
stuck to the plan.  I even folded and lost a couple of hands that I knew I
could win just to keep them all in the game.

Donna kept refilling her drink and was playing very badly even before the
liquor began to hit her. A little after midnight, she was pretty well
schnockered and down to her last couple of chips.  I could see by the way
her face lit up on the third card that she thought she had a really great
hand.  Lari also had that "I have a great hand" look and I had squat, so I
decided to fold and just stay out of the way.

Donna was sitting to my right and after I folded she wasn't quite so
careful with her hole cards.  She had been the first to bet because her
first card was an Ace.  By the time the deal was finished, she had two aces
and a jack face up and, as I could now see, two jacks in the hole - a jack
high full house.  Lari had two queens and a three face up and probably a
queen or a joker or both in the hole from the way she was betting.  Donna
put the rest of her chips in the pot.  Lari raised her $50.  Donna asked,
"What do I do now?"

I answered, "Since you can't match her bet, you lose."

"What if I buy more chips?" she asked.

Lari answered, "No more buy-ins.  Remember?  The chips on the table are all
the chips that there are."

"What if I buy some off of you?"

Lari laughed, "You might get a stranger to accept one of your rubber
checks, but I know you, Donna.  It's cash in advance."

"But I don't have any cash," whined Donna.  "Charlie, will you loan me
$50.00?"

Charlie took a big swig of her drink.  By my count I had refilled her glass
seven times, and she was showing the effects of that much booze. "Tell you
what, Donna," she slurred.  "I'll give you a pawn shop loan. You give me
the collateral and I give you the money."

"But I don't have anything with me except the clothes on my back," Donna
bleated.  That wasn't exactly true.  She had carried a rather big suitcase
into the cabin when she arrived.  Who knows how many clothes she actually
had with her.  Her simpering whining was starting to get to me, but I said
nothing.

"Deal!" shouted Charlie.  "You give me all your clothes as collateral, and
I mean ALL your clothes... everything you have with you.  In return, I loan
you whatever you need to match Lari's bet."

"Everything?" replied a suddenly sober-sounding Donna.

"Right down to those cheap plastic earrings," answered Charlie.

To say that I was surprised is a great understatement.  I was sitting there
with my mouth hanging open.

"Can I keep my shoes?" whimpered Donna. "The floor is cold."

"Deal," answered Charlie, and to my amazement Donna stood up and began to
strip off the clothes she had put on when they were planning to go out
skiing.  When she was down to her underwear, Charlie snapped her fingers
several times and said, "Everything is everything."

Tears formed on Donna's face as she slipped out of her bra and panties and
then sat back down at the table and said in a somewhat shaky voice, "I
call."

Lari shook her head and said, "Donna, Donna, Donna. Won't you ever learn?"
Then she turned over a Queen and a Three.   "Queen High Full House beats
your Jack High, and I know that's what you have because Barb had an Ace and
a Joker showing when she folded, Charlie had an Ace showing, and card sharp
over here -" referring to me -" had a Joker on top.  So the most you can have
in the hole is two Jacks for a Jack High Full House.

Donna started crying as she turned over her two jacks and Lari swept the
pot into the pile in front of her.

"Now what?" simpered Donna.

"I guess you're naked for the rest of the week," answered Charlie, "unless
you can come up with some way to win back your clothing."

"But I don't have any chips to bet with and nothing else to pawn.  I am as
naked as a newborn baby."  She started to cry softly.

"No, you aren't,"  answered Lari.  "But I tell you what.  If you make
yourself as naked as a newborn baby, I will give you $100 in chips.

"What do you mean?" asked Donna, her eyes wide and questioning.

"Duh!" came a rather drunken and slurred response from the other side of
the table.  Barbara continued, "Think, Dumbo! What do you have that a baby
doesn't have?... other than tits?"  She started laughing and added,
"Actually, I have seen some toddlers with bigger boobs that you have."

Donna just stared, not understanding until Charlie spoke.  "Body hair...
Dumbo.  Lari is offering you $100 if you take it all off.  And I think she
means ALL of it, don't you, Lari?"

"My razor is in the shower in the bedroom," whispered Donna, standing up
next to her chair, but keeping her eyes looking at the floor.

"Oh no!," answered Lari.  "If I'm paying a C-note for your peach fuzz, I am
going to watch it come off.  You are taking it all off right out here.  And
I don't want just that little patch between your legs.  I want everything
except the hair on your head and your eyebrows." After a soft chuckle she
added, "for now."

Donna softly answered, "OK."

"As a matter of fact," Lari looked over at me, "Frat boy over here is going
to make sure that this is done right.  He should be good with a razor.  You
would like that, wouldn't you frat boy?"

"Uh, I guess so," I stammered out.

"Good, then you won't mind reimbursing me half the hundred as an
entertainment tax."

She reached over and took $50 worth of chips off of my stack.  Then she
slapped Donna on the ass and ordered, "Go get your razors... no, we will
need more than just the one you brought.  There is a package of razors and
a can of menthol shaving cream in the linen closet.  The last renters must
have left them.  Bring those out."

A few minutes later, Donna reappeared carrying a plastic package of eight
or so razors and three cans of shaving cream.

"It won't take that much, Dumbo," mocked Barbara, but Lari cut her off with
a curt, "Then we will have them ready for when you run out of chips, won't
we?"

Then she said to me, "Come on frat boy.  I can already see how much you're
enjoying this.  Lather her up and make her as smooth as a baby's ass."

Lari then turned to Barbara and said quite sternly.  "Go get one of the big
towels so we don't get shaving cream all over the floor... And a couple of
smaller towels so loser here can wipe herself clean after frat boy removes
all the hair."

This wasn't at all in the plan and it really made me wonder what normally
went on when the Christmas Girls got together each year. But it wasn't
going to interfere with my plans so I decided to just accept it as a perk
of the weekend.

There was no doubt that I was enjoying this.  My prick threatened to tear a
hole in the front of my jeans as I slathered the shaving cream all over
Donna's body.  I thought that she moaned slightly when my hand passed
between her legs, but her eyes snapped wide open when Lari barked out,
"Spread  -~em, honey, so frat boy can get that razor in there where it
matters."

She then stood with her legs wide apart and her arms held straight out from
her body.  She looked like a frosted cake made in that DaVinci man shape
that shows up in educational TV shows.  I started at the top and slowly
worked my way all the way down to her ankles.  Then I had her bend over and
put her hands of the floor so I could get the crevices of her ass and the
back of her slit.   I wiped the remaining lather off of her body, slid my
hand down her front and announced, "Smoother than a baby's ass."

"I ought to charge you an extra twenty-five for copping a feel there at the
end," said Lari, "but you did a good job, so I won't."  Then she slapped
Donna's ass really hard and said, "Sit down and deal. Maybe your luck will
change."

END CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

After losing everything, including her clothing and her body hair, Donna's
luck did begin to change.  Or, at least she began to lose a little more
slowly.  The pile of chips in front of her was definitely still going down,
but it was still at least $80.

Barbara, however, wasn't quite so lucky.  At the end of each hand she would
exclaim, "Shit!" and then take a big swallow of her drink.  Lari refilled
her drink several times, and I could tell from the amount of bourbon that
was disappearing that Lari was making sure that Barbara was getting even
drunker than Donna.

I was winning a few and losing a few.  My pile of chips was growing, but
not all that fast.  If Lari wanted to play games with Barbara, it would
just get her out of the way so that I could make my move with only Charlie,
Lari, and I in the game later on.

Lari was dealing when Barbara hit bottom.  Again, it started with an Ace
showing on the first card.  Barb bet the minimum and we all called.  It was
the same on the first hole card.  Then Barb got another Ace and her face
lit up like it was her first Christmas.  "I bet twenty dollars," she said
in a chirpy, but slurred voice.

Lari had that crooked smile that indicated that she also thought she had a
good hand.  She had a jack and an ace showing, so I had no idea what she
thought was so good about her hand.  I decided to fold and watch the fun.
Charlie and Donna also folded before it got around to Lari.  "I match and
raise you ten," she said.

Donna put the additional ten in the pot.  Lari dealt out the fourth cards,
which were the second hole cards.  Since Lari had the last bet, she was
first.  "Thirty-seven dollars," she announced along with that deep chuckle
that showed she was really enjoying herself.

Barb almost immediately said, "Call," and then her face went white.
Thirty-seven dollars left her with one chip.  She looked up at Lari, who
stared back at her and said, "Maybe we can work something out."

Lari dealt out the fifth and final card.  It was a six for Barbara and
another jack for Lari.   Barb was practically beaming.  I was pretty sure
that one of Barbara's hole cards was an ace, which meant she had three
aces.  Lori, on the other hand could at best have one jack in the hole for
three jacks.

I expected her to fold, but she didn't.  "Fifty-one dollars," she said with
a smirk and shoved a stack of chips into the middle.

Barbara swallowed hard and said, "Call."

"With what?" came a voice from the other side of the table.  Donna then
added, "Dumbo!"

"Same deal you gave Donna?" Barbara asked, looking at Lari as she stood up.

"Same deal," answered Lari.  "Just throw the clothes you have on in the
pile.  Either you get them back at the end of the hand or I do." Lari then
slid another stack of chips into the pot.

Barbara quickly slipped off her blouse and jeans and threw them onto the
table.  She was wearing a bra, but there were no panties.  "I keep the
shoes, right?" she asked.

"Yes," replied Lari, "but the ankle socks go in the pile."

After she put her shoes back on, Barbara sat down.

"Now what?" she asked.

"You show me yours and I show you mine," answered Lari, almost giggling.

Donna turned over an ace and a six.  She did have three aces.

Lari turned over a jack and Barbara started to clap her hands.  "Not so
fast, Honeybuns."  Then Lari turned over a joker.  "Four jacks beats three
aces.  You lose."

Barbara started crying.  "Don't cry, Honeybuns.  I'll give you the same
deal I gave peach fuzz over there."

"You can't," blubbered Barbara and she stood up.  There was no hair to
sell.  The only hair anywhere on her body was her eyebrows and the hair on
her head.

"I said we could work something out.  Maybe frat boy over there will help
me out again.  You lay across his lap and I will give you two dollars a
swat as he beats your ass as hard as he can.  Fifty swats, one hundred
dollars.  If you give up before fifty, then all you get is a sore ass."

I kept saying to myself, "Stick to the plan.  Stick to the plan. Stick to
the plan."  But when Lari pointed to the couch I walked over and sat down
and waited for Barbara to position herself on my lap.

"I should raise the entertainment tax to seventy-five, but we -~ll keep it at
fifty.  Is that OK with you, frat boy?" Lori said as she slid a stack of
chips from my pile to hers.

My brain was telling me that something wasn't going the way I intended
here, but my prick was pushing up against Barbara's naked stomach. She
wiggled against me, gritted her teeth, and said through clenched lips,
"Let's get this over with."

At about twenty smacks she said, "Faster, faster.  At around forty she was
thrashing on my legs.  If I didn't know better I would have thought she was
humping my lap.  When I reached fifty, she collapsed over my lap moaning,
"No, no, no, no, no."

"Honeybuns wants more, don't you, Honeybuns?"  Lari's voice was almost a
sing-song crooning.  "If he continues it will be a freebie.  No more
chips."

Barbara hugged my lap and thrust herself into me.  "Give her another
fifty.  Don't stop even if she pops."  Lari's voice was now as crisp and
loud as a commanding general's.

I started spanking again, and almost immediately Barbara started chanting,
"Yes, yes, yes, yes," with each swat.  Somewhere around twenty-five, she
suddenly went stiff and arched herself up so that her back and her legs
were bent upward in a bow.  She was now rocking on my lap and crying out in
one long, continuous high-pitched moan.

"Keep going!" ordered Lari, but I needed no encouragement.  Barbara's
rocking motion was taking me over the top.   Just as I said, "Fifty,"
Barbara collapsed on my legs and I creamed my jeans.

"I really should have charged you extra for that."  Lari was looking at me
with a sarcastic smile on her face.

Barbara stood up rather shakily.  Her face -" no her entire body -"  was red
with embarrassment.  "Sit down, Honeybuns," Lari said derisively. "The only
one who didn't know your secret was frat boy and he ain't ever going to
tell anyone.  Who would believe him?"

Lari then slid a $100 stack of chips over in front of Barbara, handed her
the deck, and said simply, "Deal."

END CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

This was NOT going as planned.  My plan was to trick my soon-to-be ex-wife
into betting everything on a rigged game of five card stud.  I hadn't used
any of my special decks and two of the four women were now sitting at the
table naked.  One had a newly-shaved very smooth body. The other had a
newly-spanked very red rear end.  I wasn't complaining, but this was not
part of my plan.  On the other hand, all four of these women were evidently
a little more kinky than I had ever imagined, My thoughts started changing
from just getting a good divorce settlement to something even more drastic.
The possibility of enslaving my darling Charlie for a while as part of the
setup no longer seemed so out of line with possible realities.

As it now stood, Charlie had won most of the hands, but not most of the
money. Barb and Donna were effectively out of it. Lari was down a little.
I was about at a grand, which was about what Charlie had. I figured it was
time to bring in one of the rigged decks.

"Who spilled their drink on the cards?" I asked loudly.  Then I added,
"Good thing I have extra decks in my party box."  I walked over and pulled
a sealed package containing two dozen decks of cards out the box.  "Might
as well do it right," I said loudly enough for everyone to hear as I sat
back down and opened the package and dumped the sealed decks onto edge of
the table.  I selected one of the slick joker decks, opened it and shuffled
it thoroughly.  I handed the deck to Charlie and she cut it about in the
middle.  I set the bottom on the top and then tapped the deck slightly as I
picked it up.

Just like Maury had promised, the deck split cleanly about two-thirds of
the way down.  I now had a joker on the bottom.  I thought about putting it
in the hole, but decided that a joker showing would be less suspicious.  It
wasn't a spectacular hand, but it was a winning hand for me.  Both Donna
and Barbara bet more than they should have, but Lari and Charlie played it
fairly by the book and only lost a little. This was going to work.

On my next deal I gave myself the joker as one of my hole cards. Except for
that, the deal was totally legit. But as Maury had said, a joker in the
hole makes all the difference.

On the first card, Charlie got a four, Donna a ten, Lari a four, a nine to
Barbara, and a Jack to me.  I decided to push it a little and put ten in
the pot.  Everyone called and I dealt the first hole card, which for me was
the slick joker.  I pushed another ten into the pot. Donna sighed, but
pushed ten into the center.  Lari gave her characteristic chuckle and
followed suit.  Barbara said, "I'm getting out while I can," and folded.

The third card was a six for Charlie, a deuce for Donna, a jack for Lari, a
nine for Barbara's dead hand, and a ten for me.  Jack-ten was higher than
jack-four, so it was my bid.  I decided to cut back and pushed five into
the pot.  Charlie and Lari immediately called and to my amazement, Donna
also pushed five into the center.

I added another five on my hole card.  Again everyone matched except
Barbara, who had already folded.  The final card for Charlie was a nine;
Donna was a seven; Lari got another four; Barb a king; and I got another
jack.

I now had two jacks and a ten showing.   Without my slider joker as a hole
card, I would have had two pair, jacks and tens. With it, I had a full
house.  Barbara had a ten and two nines in her hand.  Lari had another jack
showing in hers, as well as two fours.  Charlie had basically nothing, but
she did have both a four and a ten showing.  I was fairly sure that the
only way I could be in trouble was if Lari had both a four and a joker in
the hole.  That was highly unlikely, but so was me having a joker and a
ten.  I would have to risk a little to find out what was what.

"One Hundred," I said firmly and pushed a stack of chips into the center.

Charlie and Barbara immediately folded, but Lari pushed a stack of chips
into the center and said,  "Double it."

I looked at the stack of chips in front of each of the girls. Charlie had
the biggest pile. Lari had what looked like about 175 still in front of her.

"And another hundred," I said as I pushed a stack into the center.

"Call" she answered. I could now easily count what she had left,
seventy-one in chips.

I turned over the joker and the ten and Lari loudly said, "Damn! That's
fuckin' unbelievable."

She then turned over a joker and a jack. She had a jacks over fours full
house, which lost to my jacks over tens.

Charlie had the next deal. The hands weren't spectacular. Donna had a pair
of tens and a six showing and took the bet up to thirty. Charlie had a pair
of sixes and a jack showing. Both Barbara and I had jacks showing and Lari
had one of the jokers, but none of us had anything, so we all folded. The
best Charlie could have was a jack high full house if she had a jack and a
joker in the hole, which wasn't real likely.

Charlie raised by ten and Donna sigh deeply. "I only have nine left," she
said. "Can I call you short one and owe it if I lose?"

"Not on your ass," answered Charlie. "I'll let you call, but if you lose,
your ass is mine for the rest of the weekend."

"Excuse me," I said, probably looking and sounding as surprised as I
actually was. "Are you saying that if she loses, she's your slave for the
rest of the weekend?"

"Damn right," Charlie answered. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"No," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Just clarifying the terms of the
bet."

Donna bit her lower lip and pushed the rest of her chips into the center.
"Call," she said.

When Charlie turned over a nine, Donna gave a sigh of relief. That was
premature, however, because Charlie then turned over a Jack.

"No!" she cried as she turned over a ten and a nine. Both had two pair, but
Charlie had jacks over sixes and Donna only had tens over sixes.

"Slave," Charlie said, "get us all some drinks."

Donna gathered up the glasses from the table and scurried over to the table
by the fireplace to refill them.

"Isn't it her deal?" asked Barb.

"She's out from here on," said Lari. "No money, no deal. Give me the deck."

END OF CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

I decided to ride out the next couple of hands and folded with what could
have been winners, but I was interested in the setup, not any individual
pot. Lari won the next several hands, and surprisingly, or perhaps not so
surprisingly, on the third hand later, Barb ended up short in a run up
against Lari. "Can I call you three short and owe it to you if I lose?" she
asked hopefully.

Lari just laughed and said "Same deal as Donna got. I'll accept the call,
but if you go down, your ass is mine for a month."

"That's not the same deal Charlie gave Donna," Barb whined.

Lari answered, "Donna was only down one. You're down three." She gave a
short laugh that sounded more like a snort and said, "Take it or leave it."

"I'll take it," answered Barb.

A moment later, she gave a slight shriek and a sigh as Lari turned over her
hole cards showing a straight flush which beat Barbara's full house.

Now two of the women were out of the game.  Charlie had about a grand. Lori
had several hundred, and I had a little short of twelve hundred. It was
time to set the hook on the setup.

"Barbara cried all over these cards," I said as I gathered them in to deal.
"Anyone object to a new deck?"

"Go ahead," said Charlie and Lari in unison. I glanced at the price tags
and selected the proper deck for three players. It was time to go for the
kill.

I made a big show of shuffling and reshuffling deck, but as Maury had
taught me, I was false shuffling and the deck remained in the needed order.
I passed the deck to Lari, since Barb was a dummy, and she split the deck
into two piles in front of me. I scooped the two halves into my hand and
did the one-hand flip that put the bottom back on top. I now had the
stacked deck ready to deal.

"Stakes are getting pretty high, and I'm ahead," I said as I held the deck
ready to deal. "Maybe I should have Barb deal so you know that I'm not
cheating."

"Barb's out of the game," Lari said angrily. "I'll deal for you."

I was sure that I could tell Barb to deal Charlie first as though I was
dealing, but I wasn't sure about Lari. I was afraid that my plan might be
totally screwed at the last minute, but she dealt the first card to my left
as though I were dealing.

Charlie got an Ace, Lari a Queen, and I got a King.

Charlie bid ten. Lari called. I said, "Let's take it up five, just for fun."

Charlie and Lari called.

The second card was a hole card, and Charlie bid twenty-five. Lari and I
called.

The third card was another Ace for Charlie, a Queen for Lari, and an Ace
for me.

Charlie again bid twenty-five. Lari again called. This time, I raised her
twenty-five and both she and Lari called.

Another hole card and another bid of twenty-five with two immediate calls.
Then Charlie received a third Ace. Lari another Queen, and I got a jack.
Now it was time to get down to some serious bidding. I knew that Charlie
had two Kings in the hole for an Ace high full house. Lari had two Jacks
for a Queen high full house. I had an Ace and a Ten for a Royal Flush.

Both Charlie and Lari would think they had a winning hand, especially
against me. Charlie bid twenty. Lari called. I raised twenty-five, hoping
that Charlie wouldn't call.

She didn't. "I'll raise that another fifty," she said as she pushed
seventy-five chips into the center.

Lari's eyes widened fully as she realized that she would be five short of
calling. She looked over at Charlie.

"Same deal you gave Barbara," said Charlie, "but for a year."

Lari drew a deep breath as she thought about it and then said quietly,
"Call."

"I assume that transfers to me if I win?" I said, looking back and forth
between the two of them.

"Of course," answered Charlie. "And since a slave can't have a slave, Barb
would be part of the deal."

I hadn't expected that, but I hid my surprise and tried to say cheerfully,
"Of course." Then I said, "But there may be more to it than that."

I said, "I raise 985," as I pushed all of my chips into the center. "That
means I'm all in, but since the pot is now at $1525, you must only have 975
left, so you can't raise." I laughed slightly and added, "In fact, you
can't even call."

I sat there and calmly looked her in the eyes.

Charlie laughed slightly. "I'll bet you want to make the same deal with me
as I made with Lari, don't you?"

"Not exactly," I said quietly. "One year as my slave, plus your signature
on the divorce papers as MY lawyer draws them up."

Charlie made a big show of checking her hole cards. "I'll see that and
raise you," she answered.

"How?" I asked. "You're out of money."

"I put myself up as your slave for ten years," she said, looking me
straight in the eyes, "against your balls and you being my slave for the
same period."

I don't know that I would have risked my next move if there was any way
that I could lose. "I raise you back," I said. "I'll put my prick in the
pot against you as slave for life, and her..." pointing to Lari, " as my
slave for a year."

"That would mean you would be my slave for life if I win?" she asked.

I nodded. Charlie smiled and said, "Call."

Lari suddenly said, "Wait! Before either of you turn over your cards,
shouldn't we have that bet in writing? ... And we should have a video of
you turning over your cards." She looked over at each of us, "That way the
loser can't back out if things don't go his -" or her -" way."

"Good idea," said Charlie. "I have a contract writer on my tablet and
there's a wireless printer over there on the desk."

I didn't think it was possible to type that fast on a tablet, but in
moments Charlie had the document ready. "A lot of it is boiler plate," she
said in a business-like tone as she pressed the print button.

"Go get the stuff out of the printer," she ordered Donna, and the naked
girl scampered over to the desk and returned with two sheets of paper.
Everything was there, including the slavery versus castration stakes.
Actually, the wording in the contract was that I would be "surgically
transformed into a eunuch." It was hard signing it after reading those
words, but I wasn't really risking anything because I couldn't lose.

Lari handed her cellphone to Barbara and said, "The video is already
running. Just don't fuck this  up, or you will regret it."

I turned over my Royal Flush and smiled at Charlie, "Highest hand in the
deck," I said. "I win."

"That would be true in standard poker," Charlie said starting to smile
deeply herself. "But we are playing jokers wild." She then turned over her
hole cards. Rather than the two kings I had set up in the stacked deck, she
turned over two Jokers.

That wasn't possible! Both of those jokers should have been together at the
bottom of the deck. Somehow Charlie was cheating! I know she was cheating!
But how could I say that without admitting that I, myself, was also
cheating?

"Five Aces beats a Royal Flush." Charlie said with an evil grin on her face.

I felt something sting me in the arm and looked over toward Barbara who was
suddenly wide awake and sober. As I was fading out, I heard Charlie say,
"Barb is a world class anesthesiologist. You're in good hands."

I woke up later in a hospital-style bed in the basement of the cabin. Donna
was there wearing scrubs and a nurse's cap. There was an IV in my arm. I
felt totally out of it, like I was on some heavy-duty pain pills.

"The third day will be the hardest," Donna said, "because the swelling
might close the ureter where it comes through the skin."

When I heard that, I tried to reach between my legs to feel what was -" or
wasn't -" there, but my hands were attached to the sides of the bed with
surgical restraints.

"Can't have you pulling out an IV or any of the stitches before they heal,"
said Donna. "We'll release you in five days when everything is starting to
heal up. But for now it's time for you to go back to sleep."

I saw her lean over the IV with something in her hands and I once again
faded out.

END CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

Charlie didn't divorce me... She had me declared dead.

After the girls returned from the Christmas Club at their cabin -" yes,
Charlie and Lari actually owned the cabin -" they reported me missing. They
said that I had insisted on leaving the day of the blizzard even though
they had all urged me to wait out the storm with them.

My SUV was found at the bottom of a canyon in the spring. It had burned
after it rolled the thousand or so feet down the side of the mountain and
crashed into the granite at the bottom of the ravine. My body was never
found, but there was just enough DNA material left in the car to indicate
that I must have been in it when it crashed and burned.

It was assumed that the animals had dragged away what little had been left
of me during the spring thaw. The verdict was accidental death. The only
real question the coroner's jury had was why I had decided to take the
twisting path down the mountain from the back of the cabin rather than the
highway which ran in front. The highway was cleared the day after the
storm. The dirt road wasn't cleared until spring.

At first, Charlie kept me hidden away in the basement at our house. I
thought of trying to escape, but where would I go and what would I do?
Besides, I would rather be thought dead than have anyone know what I now
was.

Doctor Sapperstein did a little more surgery -" this time on my face, and
once the hormone treatments had caused my beard to disappear and breasts to
grow, Charlie introduced me as her new live-in, maid.

"Somebody has to do the cooking and cleaning," she would say to her
friends, "and I was never any good at that sort of thing." She would then
laugh and add, "Sometimes I think that was the only reason I married him in
the first place."

Donna lives at the house with us now. She is a nurse at the hospital where
Lari works. She has been Charlie's slave and lover since college. Mistress
Charlie -" as she insists her slaves call her -" keeps her naked most of the
time when no one is around. She also keeps me naked. Most nights, I end up
having to service them both with my tongue... I don't have anything else.
Charlie also likes to use a strap-on with Donna... or me... on a regular
basis.

Lari and her slave Barbara come over to visit a lot. Often the four of them
will play cards of one sort or another while I act as their naked waitress.
Even without feminine clothing, with the hormone treatments and nothing to
stick out from my pubic hair, even naked, it is difficult to tell that I am
not a woman.

Charlie likes to host card parties for her friends and business
acquaintances. Usually Lari is also there. I particularly remember one
night when there were a dozen or so women over for the evening. Lari
started the evening impressing them with card tricks. She would pull a card
from the deck, put it in the middle and then flip it over on the top of the
deck a moment later. She would also show her skill at shuffling and
dealing -" both properly and in slow motion to show how she could be cheating.

When they were properly impressed by her false shuffles and bottom deals,
she explained, "I learned a lot of this while I worked my way through
college and med school as a dealer at an underground casino. But most of it
I learned from my father. He not only taught me how to deal from the bottom
of the deck, but also how to slide cards off the top that I didn't want to
deal."

She laughed, "That's a lot harder because you have to palm the card and
hide it away for later." She looked over at me in my rather short maid's
outfit as I served drinks and gave me a wide smile. She then turned back to
the other ladies and said, "But I would never have the gazuubahs to do that
to my friends."

I nearly dropped the serving tray when she said that. I suddenly realized
who her father was. I also realized that it had indeed been the perfect
setup from the very start. They had to have planned it for months, perhaps
even years. And Maury was in on it from the very beginning. They worked
their plan carefully and slowly maneuvered me into everything that
happened. I did exactly as they expected, even down to having Lari, the
well-trained card sharp, deal that final hand.

With the skill of a surgeon's hands, Lari had pulled the jokers from the
bottom as she dealt and palmed the kings she should have given Charlie. I
thought that there was no way that I could lose, but all along, there was
no way that I could win. I wasn't the one pulling the strings. I was the
sucker who had been set up to loose his gazuubahs.

As I look back on things, I have to admit that it truly was a [perfect[
setup. And it went [exactly [ as they had planned it. My gazuubahs are now
gone. And I am the one who is literally getting it in the ass.

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