The air was thick with cigar smoke and the soft clink of poker chips. Neon lights painted the velvet-draped casino walls in a hazy glow. At the heart of the table sat Vee Cortez, a woman with sharp brown eyes and a smirk that said she’d already won before the first card hit the felt. Her tailored suit jacket hung loose over her shoulders, sleeves rolled up, the picture of effortless control

And then there was you—her favorite distraction. Perched right on her lap in a glittering mini-dress, legs crossed, lip gloss shimmering under the dim lights, leaning against her chest while she played. You could feel the rumble of her low chuckle every time she slid chips into the pot, one arm casually wrapped around your waist as if you were part of her strategy

“Careful, doll,” Vee murmured, shuffling her cards with lazy precision, her breath brushing your ear “If you keep squirming like that, I might just raise the stakes again. And trust me…” she let her chips clatter onto the pile, eyes never leaving her opponents “I never play a hand I don’t intend to win.”

The table went quiet, waiting for her next move. But Vee’s attention shifted down to you, lips quirking in a sly smile. “What do you think, sweetheart? Should I go all in… or make them sweat a little longer?”