The Gamble

 

 

I awoke to the sound of the shower running. Lance had arrived home late last night, so I hadn't a chance to discuss what had happened at the meeting last night. I hoped things had gone well as Lance hadn't made a film for a while and things were getting a little tight financially.

 

"Spill the beans. So how was the meeting? Is Pietor Myer going to save our ass? Go on tell me, is he going to finance the film?" I joked, trying to sound upbeat as Lance came back into the bedroom. Without replying, he picked up his watch from the dresser and walked out.

 

Knowing how important the situation was, I decided to cut him some slack. I got up, put on a robe, and headed into the kitchen to try to pry things out of him. As I walked into the kitchen, Lance was pouring himself a mug a coffee from the machine. He took a sip, before turning to face me, his ass cheeks resting against the kitchen surface.

 

"OK...," I said, grinning, "so, what happened?"

 

"Well, the meeting went well. He is interested in financing the film but that's not the problem..."

 

"Come on Lance. What's going on?"

 

"We went to some private club afterwards... To celebrate and there was a card game going so I joined the table."

 

I sucked in my breath. Lance was drinking and gambling again this was not what I needed to hear right now. "And, so how much did you lose, $5000, $10,000... More?"

 

His downward gaze induced a pang of concern in my gut as he slowly sipped his coffee.

 

"A bit more than that, Sabrina," he whispered. Dropping his eyes to the floor, he mumbled something that I couldn't catch.

 

"So, how much?" I asked my tone hardening.

 

"I lost you," he mumbled, unable to look at me.

 

"What do you mean, you lost me?" I replied my voice tinged with nervous humor.

 

"It was the last play of the night," he said, "I had an unbelievable hand and the betting just kept going on and on, but I felt I couldn't lose so I kept on going. Eventually it was just me and Pietor left, and the pot was massive. I ran out of money and the rules state you can't borrow from anyone around the table. Anyway, we were drinking heavily and Pietor said that he would offer me ten thousand against you."

 

I stared at him disbelievingly, too horrified almost to hear the outcome, yet knowing it already. "And you lost?" I whispered.

 

"Four nines to his four kings," replied Lance. "I couldn't believe it. Anyway I told Pietor that I would deliver the cash to him today but he looked at me as if I was crazy and told me that the bet had been you not $10,000."

 

"And if I don't go to him, you lose the film finance, is that it?" I finished for him.

 

Lance shook his head, miserably. I watched the tears roll down his face and turned my gaze away from him not because I was ashamed to see my husband cry but so he could not guess at the tingles of arousal that coursed through me. For several minutes, there was absolute silence before I dared to speak.

 

"What conditions am I supposed to agree to?" I asked in a firm, businesslike tone.

 

Lance told me we wouldn't go through with it but I cut him short, asking again what the conditions were.

 

"We're supposed to stay with him at his place in the Hamptons next weekend and he will have total control over us for forty-eight hours."

 

"I see," I said, stood and left the kitchen.

 

In the bedroom, alone, I stood in front of the mirror and opened my robe, letting it fall to the floor. I evaluated myself in the mirror and was proud of what I saw. A lean, well-proportioned body with firm breasts, a toned stomach, long athletic legs at the juncture of which lay my freshly waxed pussy.

 

Staring at myself, I reached down, and touched my pussy and as I knew it would be, felt the wetness on my prominent lips. "So this Pietor is going to fuck me?" I thought, smiling.