CASINO OWNER LOVES BEING BOSS PT 4 HIGH STAKES POKER GAME
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There is always a poker game in the dorm on the weekend. Usually it's
low stakes 5 card stud or Texas Hold'em. This game had gotten a little
rich for some of the regulars though. There were a few of the girls that
would play every once in a while but no one ever remembered seeing
this girl before.
She was very pretty, with long black hair and sky blue eyes. She wore
very little makeup and really didn't need any. We were playing stud until
she asked if we would play 5 card draw. No one wanted to tell this good
looking woman no. So we switched to draw poker.
"Okay boy's, ante up." She's say at the start of her deals and every one
would toss a chip in the pot.
After about an hour of playing draw, the new girl was up maybe
$500.00. That's a lot for college students. A couple had dropped out but
Mark was hanging in. His car payment was in the stack in front of her.
He was a fool to bring it to the table but he did. His parents could afford
to send him more money but they wouldn't. He was told last semester,
"No More Gambling". He had forgotten I guess.
"Mark, better cut your losses, lets get some sleep and tomorrow I'll help
you round up the money." I suggested.
"Back off, Ken, I know what I'm doing, I can beat her. I just need one
good hand." Mark argued.
When Mark was gambling, he listened to nobody. I gave up and decided
to wait around and see what happened. Three hands later Mark went
broke. Flat broke. He asked to borrow money and I refused. I had learned
the hard way not to loan money to Mark.
"Tapped out Slick?" The girl asked him.
"Don't worry about me 'Babe', and my names not 'Slick'." Mark snapped
back.
"And mine's not 'Babe'. Tell you what. If you're man enough, I'll bet
every dime I have against your manhood. One hand, winner takes all."
She said.
"What do you mean, my manhood?" Mark asked. He was suspicious but
I already knew he was hooked.
"Just what I said, if I win, I get to be you, Mark 'Slick' Hall and you
become me, Mary Beth Lonnigan. If you win, I walk out of here broke
and you get all your money back. How about it, Slick?" She prodded.
"And how do you suppose to make me change into you? What are we
going to do, trade clothes? I like your short skirt and tight top but it
wouldn't fit me." Mark said. He was laughing like we all were.
"If I win, I'll worry about us changing, if you win I won't ask you how
you're going to spend the money. Not that you have any hope of
winning." She said. She was egging him on pretty good.
I understand why Mark made the bet. I would have done it too. It looked
like a win-win situation. If he won, he had his car payment back. If he
lost, he wasn't going to suddenly change into this cute co-ed. Several
others at the table wanted to get in on the action but Mary Beth wouldn't
bet with anyone except Mark, or 'Slick' as she called him.
"It's a bet," Mark told her.
Like I said, I would have taken the bet too.
Mary Beth pushed all of her winnings into the center of the pot. Mark
made a crude joke about laying his manhood out on the table but it
wouldn't fit, the table was too short. Everyone except Mary Beth
laughed.
"Don't embarrass yourself by trying it, Slick." Mary Beth said. "Just
drop your wallet with your ID on the table. If I win, you get my purse
hanging on the chair behind you."
Sneering at her remark, Mark pulled his wallet out and lay it on top of
the pile of money.
"Deal the cards, Babe." Mark said, trying to sound menacing.
Mary Beth dealt the cards, and set the deck down. Mark looked at his
cards and smiled. He pounded the table and laughed out loud. He howled
at the top of his lungs. Finally, he sat down and looked across the table at
Mary Beth.
"I'll play these." He said, smirking.
Looking at me, Mary Beth kept one card and asked me to deal her three
more cards. I looked around at the rest of the guys in the room. Some
were laughing, others were making side bets. I had a bad feeling about
this suddenly but it was too late to say anything. I picked up the cards
and dealt the first three cards off the top to her.
Mary Beth picked up the cards and slowly she shuffled them in her
hands, faces down. She did this for several seconds and the raised the
cards to look at them. She slowly, so slowly, spread them apart until she
could see all of the cards. She looked over the top of the cards at Mark
with those incredible sky blue eyes and raised one eyebrow.
Mark never was one for dragging things out. He slammed his cards down
and screamed "Four Kings and an Ace Kicker. Beat that if you
can, Babe!"
Mary Beth sighed, she looked relieved, almost like a great weight had
been lifted from her shoulders. She lay her hand down. Funny thing
about cards, even with four of a kind, you can be beat, even four Kings
with and Ace Kicker. Mary Beth had a Straight Flush, the 6,7,8,9,10 of
Hearts. I'd never seen one before and none since. Of course, that was the
last time I played poker.
The room erupted. Everyone began yelling and laughing at Mark. Some
one asked him if he was going to be busy Friday night because they
wanted to take HER to dinner. There was at least one marriage proposal
and several offers to show Mark what it?s like to be a real woman.
In all of the commotion, Mary Beth picked up her winnings and left. She
was gone before anyone except Mark noticed. He was looking for his
wallet. She had taken it when she had left. There was no money in it but
his student ID, his driver's license and his gas card were in it. Mary Beth
had forgotten her purse, or so we thought. Mark figured he would just
find her on campus tomorrow and get his wallet back.
The game broke up after that. Mark and I went back to our room. Mark
was carrying Mary Beth's purse, he would trade it for his wallet
tomorrow.
We got back and collapsed into bed. I undressed but Mark didn't bother.
I knew I would spend the next week helping him find the money to make
his car payment. Why his parents sent the money directly to him I'll
never figure out.
The next morning, I woke up to someone shaking me. I opened one eye
and saw Mary Beth standing there calling me by name.
"Ken, Wake up man, it's me Mark!" She was saying.
I figured it was a joke and told her to leave me alone, I wanted to sleep.
She wouldn't take no for answer. I reluctantly got out of bed, not
worrying about being naked since she came into my dorm room
uninvited. I wanted Mark to wake up and give her back her purse and get
his wallet. Only Mark wasn't in his bed.
I looked at Mary Beth and noticed she was wearing the same clothes that
Mark wore last night.
"Where's Mark?" I asked her.
"I am Mark, Ken, I woke up looking like her." She insisted.
"Look, Mary Beth," I said, "We ran this joke into the ground last night.
It's too damn early to screw with people. You and Mark go somewhere
and play your jokes on someone else. I'm going back to bed." I climbed
back into my bed and pulled my covers over my head. It lasted maybe
thirty seconds and then she started crying. I can't bear to have a woman
crying, I have to help. I got back up, put on a robe and sat down next to
her.
"What's wrong Mary Beth?" I asked.
"I'm not Mary Beth," She screamed at me. She started telling me things
about myself only Mark knew. She had far too many details. She was
Mark.
Mary Beth wasn't a student. She had a job as a waitress in a bar off
campus. She had been working there about three weeks. No one knew
where she came from.
Mark never saw his male body again. We heard of the police stopping
him but he was Mark Hall, and he had all the proper ID. His fingerprints
even matched.
No one else believed Mary Beth was really Mark. Mark's parents
searched for him for along time. Mark tried to convince them he was
their son but it was no use. They wouldn't believe it.
Two days after Mark became Mary Beth, we got a letter. It was signed
Mark Hall. The letter explained that several years ago, the person we
knew as Mary Beth had been a man. He had been cursed by a sorceress
and changed into Mary Beth. The sorceress told Mary Beth that the only
way she could become a man again was to get a heterosexual man to
agree to trade bodies with her. She couldn't explain why she was trading
and she couldn't pay the man to trade. Mary Beth had come up with the
idea of playing poker and getting someone so desperate that they would
bet their manhood. Then, she had to win. She had been trying for 6 years,
last week was the first time she had won. She had played an honest
game. The new Mark said in the letter that he didn't think the curse could
be passed onto someone else. The sorceress told him whoever he traded
with was stuck. He apologized but he just couldn't take being a woman
any longer.
The new Mary Beth didn't have a place to stay. Apparently she was
living in a motel somewhere. I agreed to share an apartment with Mary
Beth so she had a place to live. She didn't have any transcripts so the
university wouldn't accept her as a student. She had to keep the job
waiting tables at the bar.
We shared the apartment for six months and then we got married. That
was five years ago. I have a good job and Mary Beth doesn't have to
work anymore. She really shouldn't with the baby due any time now.
One thing I'm especially glad about, she doesn't gamble any more.
The End.
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