EXTRACT FOR
Losing Her Anal Virginity In A Poker Game
(Nicola Diaz)

'Lexxi you've got this,' I tell myself, as I make my way down into the basement, the location for this high-stake poker game. This is the typical location for an event of this nature, and everything seems to be pretty standard. I am immediately comfortable, although a little bit nervous, because I am the only female in the room. There aren't even the usual lucky charms that hang next to the men at the table, or the sexy skimpily clad waitresses serving drinks. The room is just full of the type of men you would see at a truck rest stop, although a little bit less smelly.



Money takes many forms, and this is just one of them. These men have no need to flash their cash, with expensive suits and Rolexes. They are just regular guys, a little rough around the edges, with cash to burn. How they came about this money isn't my worry though, just as long as I win some of it tonight. I walk passed a few guys standing near the table, watching the game, and the bulges in their pants let me know that they are more than a little happy for the sudden presence of pheromones in the room. 



After a short conversation with Axel, the man who seems to be in charge of proceedings, I am cut in, and wait my turn patiently. I notice that he looks at me a little bit longer than necessary, and this might just be my winning hand. I am not against using my sexuality to distract the other players, and so I unbutton another clasp on my shirt, and my breasts pop out a little more. All the eyes in the room are on me quickly. This should be easy, I tell myself.