Cards Of Deceit 3

Danielle shows up with the guy she can't stand anymore. Rough patches, ugly nights. They plant themselves across from Whitney like two strangers sharing a bad smell. Whitney shuffles slow. Cards hit the table heavy, one by one. She stares hard at the spread, then at Danielle. Then locks eyes on the man. She slides the Queen of Cups toward him. Mean smile. Danielle's thighs squeeze together under the table, thighs bare beneath her tiny skirt. Whitney tells the guy the problem isn't the cards. It's that he's starving his woman where it matters. She leans forward, blouse low. Danielle's eyes go glassy. The guy sits there, fists on his knees, breathing like he's been punched. Whitney reaches across and pulls Danielle in for a kiss—tongue, teeth, hands in her hair. Danielle whimpers once, loud, and doesn't pull away. Whitney's fingers go under that skirt, two knuckles deep, moving like she's checking the oil. Danielle spreads. The guy's knuckles turn white. Whitney stands, grabs Danielle by the wrist, drags her around the table. Danielle bends over the velvet spread, ass up, back arched, panties around her knees. Whitney talks while she works her fingers back in—"This is what she needs. You watching?" Daniels chokes on a moan, mouth open against the velvet. The man nods once, cock already pushing against his zipper. Whitney orders him closer. Tells him to touch himself while she works on his girl. Orders Danielle to keep her eyes open and watching. Danielle gasps, hips bucking, legs shaking. Whitney doesn't stop until Danielle's face is wet and she's begging with every breath. Whitney licks the taste off her own fingers, looks the guy dead in the eye, says, "Pay up next time."