Just as he finished his question, R.J. walked into the room. “What’s keeping you two so long? I thought we might play some cards. It’s too early to call it a night. Come on, it’s Friday night,” he said, pushing Hal out of the way and grabbing Lena’s hand.
Hal gave him a dirty look and wondered if Mel would help him hide R.J.’s body. He would kill him quickly. He knew several ways to kill a man and not make a mess. R.J. deserved that. Surely Mel would understand. Heck, Mel would do the same thing in his place.
He heard Lena giggle and hurried out to see what R.J. was up to with their woman. He wasn’t jealous exactly. He just wanted to make sure he didn’t miss anything.
When he got out to the dining room, R.J. had Lena sitting at the table and he was explaining the rules of poker to her. Hal grabbed a beer for him and R.J. and poured Lena a glass of wine.
“So do we use money or what?” Lena was asking as Hal sat down and handed them each their drinks.
“For the first couple of games we’ll use matchsticks and once you get the hang of it we will make it more interesting,” R.J. told her, putting a pile of matchsticks in front of each of them.
Hal could just imagine ways to make things more interesting. He was so focused on the mental picture of Lena sitting there handing them an article of clothing for each hand she lost, that he lost the first game to her. It was worth it to see her clap her hands and bounce in her seat. He couldn’t take his eyes off her breasts as she bounced and wondered if her nipples would be the same rosy brown color as her lips or if they would be a dusty pink. He couldn’t wait to find out.
Lena saw Hal staring at her breasts and noticed that he wasn’t paying much attention to his cards. She watched R.J. while trying to play the next hand and noticed he paid more attention to her than his cards. She put her cards facedown on the table and stretched, watching both men’s faces as she did. Yep, they were watching her. She took a drink of her wine and wondered if she could add a little fun to the game.
She picked up her cards and looked at them again before making her bet and laying them back down. “It’s warm in here,” she announced, reaching for the buttons on her blouse. She undid the first couple buttons, leaving a good glimpse of cleavage before picking her cards up again.
She noticed Hal lick his lips, and then he made what she considered a stupid move. Hmm, maybe her plan would work.
They played a couple more hands, and Lena lost her first hand. Time to bring out the big guns. She gave a little groan and moaned, “Oh, a charley horse in my calf. Can I lay my leg across your lap, Hal?” Hal was sitting closest to her at the side of the table.
“Sure, darling, let me try and rub it out for you.” It hadn’t taken Hal long to figure out what Lena was doing and he wondered how far she was willing to go.
Lena slipped her shoe off and slid her stocking-covered foot into Hal’s lap. She felt one of his hands grasp around her calf and start to rub. “Ohh, that feels, umm,” she moaned, wiggling her foot a little.
Hal ran his hand up her leg to cup the back of her knee—he knew that was a trigger point for some women—and ran one finger through the crease. His action had the desired effect and Lena arched her leg, the heel of her foot rubbing delightfully against his bulging cock. If he got much harder he would burst, but he wasn’t going to give in yet. R.J. may have given her until tomorrow to make her decision, but if she decided early he was sure Mel wouldn’t mind if he and R.J. had a little sample. All he wanted was a little taste.
Lena lost that hand and the next. When she tried to move her foot, Hal held it in place with an evil grin on his face. Two could play at this game.
R.J. stood. “Hal, join me in the living room. I think we need to order some snacks. It looks like we might be playing a while.”
Hal reluctantly put Lena’s foot down and stood to follow his friend.
“I see what you are doing. Where do you think you are going with this?” R.J. asked, talking in a low voice and watching over Hal’s shoulder to make sure Lena wasn’t listening.
“I’m going the same place you want to. Come on, man, you know you want her as bad as I do. Mel won’t care if we have a little sample. He can join us tomorrow.”
“You can’t wait one more day. We just met her.” R.J. tried to be logical.
“Honestly, do you want to wait?” Hal looked his longtime friend in the eyes.
“Honestly, no I don’t, but…” R.J. answered with a sigh.
“Then why should we. We’ll just play a little.” Hal started smiling when R.J. nodded.
“I’m going to go change into something more comfortable while you guys order snacks,” Lena called out and darted down the hall to her room, hoping she had packed some of her sexier nightwear. There was more than one way to win a card game and get her way. Time to up the ante again.
Lena dug through her suitcase until she found it. “Perfect,” she exclaimed and quickly changed. She ducked into the bathroom and quickly ran a brush through her hair, applying a little blush and lip gloss. She heard a knock at the door and skipped down the hall. She was going to be in so much trouble.
When the snacks arrived, Hal set the food out on the table and moved R.J. to the seat opposite him. They planned on crowding their girl a little. If she reacted like they thought she would, he would be getting more than his taste tonight.
R.J., control freak that he was, had texted Mel their plan, “just to make sure.”
Hal topped off their drinks and took his seat at the table to wait on the others. While he was waiting he thought about Lena and the mess she was in. Due to the actions of the men she had been involved with there were several individuals looking for her. He was surprised they hadn’t found her in the seedy neighborhood she lived in, but maybe that was a good thing. Franklin Franks and Simon Bates had both been using bank funds to further their own career, while feeding Lena to the birds. He was sure she had no idea what had been going on. Bates had been known to use the internet to create false identities. Using these identities, he would take out small loans to cover his gambling debts. Once he found out he could create a side business of doing this and sell these loans to his gambling friends, he pulled Lena in, feeding the loans through her and removing his name from the contracts so that nothing traced back to him.
Franklin Franks II was doing the same thing. The Feds though it was suspicious that Lena was involved in the same thing at both banks and were sure she was the root of the problem. Mel, Hal, and R.J. weren’t so sure.
Hal was still pondering Lena’s problem when R.J. walked in and took his seat. “Did Dad give his permission?” he asked sarcastically.