Page 4 of Rim Job

“TiTi, you want to come?” Evelyn asks, closing one eye as she looks at me. “I’m not sure which one is the real you. I see five of you.”

“I’m all good gravy. Go, I’ll stay here and keep losing.” I wave them off, and my girls help Glory up from her chair. She is wasted.

Mission accomplished.

“I’m putting this one to bed. I think she’s had enough.” A poker chip is stuck to Glory’s cheek, but that doesn’t stop her from telling everyone who passes by that she has a unicorn cock.

“Stay here, Ti. I’ll get Jen to the bathroom, put Glory to bed, then I’ll come back down here.”

I give Evelyn a salute then watch as my girls head off, staggering their way to the restroom. I turn just in time to see more of my chips vanish.

Jesus, how much am I betting?

Could be a dollar, could be hundreds. I don’t know shit about poker. I eye Superman’s ever-growing stack of chips. He obviously knows how to play.

“So, Superman, tell me how to win some damn money. Mama has a big designer shoe addiction.”

The thirsty-ass waitress sets a green drink down in front of me with a thud before she stomps off. I lift the drink, and before it’s even near my face, the smell of alcohol wafts up my nose.

Shit, tomorrow is going to be rough.I hope one of my girls has a good hangover cure.

“What is this?” I ask, sniffing the greenish concoction. It even smells like a bad idea.

“La Fee Verte.”

Superman’s accent has my head spinning, my heart racing, and my body warms…or maybe it’s the booze. I toss back the shot and promptly begin to cough and sputter.

“Holy shit! That is stout.” I manage to get out a few strangled words, and almost immediately, another green drink appears in front of me.

“Easy, my love. You have to sip it.” Superman raises his glass to me. “Let me see your hand.” He takes a sip of his fresh green death before leaning in my direction.

I lean so far away from him, I almost fall off my chair before I catch myself. “What are you doing? I’m not showing you my hand. Isn’t that illegal? Won’t the casino floor mafia come and get me, take me in the back, and give me a beat down?”

He throws his head back and laughs. He runs his big, sexy man-hand across his face, trying to school his features. I can think of all sorts of places he can put that hand, least of which is on his face.

“Love, I believe you will be just fine. I’m trying to help you win some money. Do you want my help or not?”

He chuckles out the last few words. I eye him cautiously and look at my hand a moment before I agree to his help.

A few pointers and rounds later, and I’m starting to win.

“What’s your name, Superman?”

“Rim.”

“Your name is Rim? R-I-M? Your mother named you Rim, like Rim job?”

“Yes, I suppose so.” He laughs, and my skin tingles as the deep, accented tone washes over me. “Rim is short for Rimmington. How about you? Titi? Or is it Titty?”

“Funny, Rim. Real funny. My name is Christina. My friends call me Ti.” My fake English accent is growing even more slurred.

What the fuck is he ordering for me?

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CHRISTINA

“Hell.” My voice cracks as my tongue tries to work. My mouth tastes like I sucked on a dirty sock.

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