Thread: Debtor's Remorse (Casket & Russian Vodka)

Dexter Black sat at his computer chewing on the nail of his forefinger as the last card of the river got turned in the online Texas hold'em poker game he was playing. He was holding an Ace of spades and a Jack of spades in his hand and when the first three cards got turned up there was a Queen of spades, a Nine of hearts and and an Eight of clubs. He'd bet big, hoping for that elusive Ten to come up and give him a straight, but as a Two of fucking hearts came up his hopes were dashed and so was the last of his funds. The table kicked him out and he was left staring at the computer screen feeling tears start to whelm up in his eyes. It was funny how it had come full circle, this predicament he currently found himself had started with online poker and now here he was hoping that it would get him out of the it. He'd been a freshmen in college when he started playing for fun and when he found that he was good at it he'd moved it up to the next level and started playing for money. He was so good in fact that he'd actually managed to pay for his fall semester with his winnings. Dex's ego grew as the years passed and soon the computer screen wasn't enough to satisfy him, he'd wanted the real thing. With no real casino's in close proximity he'd ended up finding to backroom games down in the shady part of town. By the time he was a senior most of the local players knew him by first name and his reputation as a small time shark. He'd done well even in that swarthy setting and beat out some decent players but one night his luck had run out. He'd decided to take the lump sum of his winnings and sat down at a high stakes table. The men he'd sat across from didn't look like your average gambling degenerates, instead they looked more like mafia types. Dex didn't let them intimidate him and he played decently. Until he'd gotten a pat hand, he was sure it was an absolute winner and so he went all in. Everyone folded except for the well dressed fellow across from him, this man choose instead to raise him, almost doubling the pot. But Dex was out of cash, and when the man offered to cover him, Dex couldn't pass up the opportunity. He took the loan and flipped his cards with a big smile, sure he'd won. Unfortunately his opponent beat him with four of a kind, aces high. It was then that Dex was informed that the man he'd just gone into debt with was actually a local loan shark and a made man. The interest on the loan was astronomical and there was simply no way Dex could keep up with the payments. He'd tried taking any spare money he had and tried winning it back in games but with the tension of his debt in the back of his mind he played distracted and lost mostly. Then two weeks ago, two very large men caught up with him in a cafe and told him that they worked for the man Dex owed money to, and if he didn't have a large sum of payment by the end of the month, they would be paying him another visit, and the next time they would have to break some bones. With no cash to buy into the real games he was forced back on the computer, running his parent's credit cards to the max and now here he was with out even enough credit to buy into a virtual game, he was truly screwed. Dex dropped his head into his hands and sighed deeply, but his rumination was interrupted by a knock on his door. Yo, Dexman.....Party is gonna start in like two hours, don't just mope around in your room man, come on down and have some fun! Ben said from behind Dex's frat house room. I ain't in the mood Ben....besides I've grown board with the usual crowd man, how many times are we gonna bang the same sorority sluts? Just leave me alone! Dex answered. Come on Brother! It won't be the same bitches tonight, The local seniors who want to enroll next semester are touring the campus! YOUNG....HOT.....AND INNOCENT HIGH SCHOOL GIRLS MAN! Ben called back, again pounding on the door. Fine, If I come down and have a few drinks will you friggin leave me alone already? Dex answered and with a chuckle and footstep trodding down the hall, Dex knew he'd gotten what he wanted. Dex stood up and walked into his bathroom and got a shower. When he got out he stood in front of the mirror and stared at himself. He was 6'4 and muscular, with a handsome angular face, but dark circles had started to form under his blue eyes from countless nights of staying up trying to win back money he owed. His dark black hair was slicked back and product was applied. He took one more look in the mirror, admiring his large cock and briefly considered if porn could be an option. He knew it paid well but the rumor was that you had to do gay stuff before they let you start banging woman and the truth was he didn't know if he could go through with it. Dex sighed and then finished getting dressed. Dark blue jeans and a faded grey t-shirt and his adias's finished the look. He grabbed the package of cigarettes, which also contained a couple of joints and a knotted bag of cocaine and headed downstairs to see what the other guys were doing before the party started.