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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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[i] 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.

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between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province,
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depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to
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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 [i][really [/i][ 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
[i][my [/i][ 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
[i][perfect[/i][ setup. And it went [i][exactly [/i][ 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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