Slave Ship of Space
Copyright 2010 Tara Loughead
A Bulays and Ghaavn Adventure
Buck was losing at strip poker.
She was down to her panties.
Bulays rubbed her feet together under the card table, socks still on them. All the blonde amazon had been obliged to remove were her shoes.
"You certainly have the courage of your convictions, kid," Bulays grinned, and leered briefly if shamelessly. Truth to be told though, she definitely preferred considerably more full-figured women than the slender and taut ace space pilot and Captain. She definitely has a great arse though, Bulays thought, puffing on a Barrakeshi cigar, one of the things they had been playing for. She was looking forward to seeing it completely revealed. You could almost do the ironing on her stomach, she mused.
"How many cards do you want?" Bulays asked, dealing five-card draw.
Bulays burst out laughing. "Getting desperate, now?"
"Can't do any worse than I have been," she shrugged. Which was pleasant to watch.
Bulays dealt, and gave herself three. She now held a pair of kings and a pair of tens.