“I love BDSM that name. Fits pretty well too” he smiled taking a mouthful of his own drink, I picked up the glass of bubbly that someone had poured for me and drank deep. With the game over, I was finally able to relax. “Jedi Jim” I smirked “I’ll drink to that” Jack raised his glass to me, we clinked and drained our glasses, refilling them from the bottle on the table. “So, did you get her name after?” I said between slips to Jack, nodding towards his mystery girl in the crowd with the other slutty girls. “Yeah, oh you’ll love this.” He smirked, “her name is Chantelle.” In other parts of the world, Chantelle may be a perfectly acceptable name, but in our area, it was associated with being trashy, as was Tiffany. The ongoing joke in my home town was that parents had wanted to give their daughters japanese classy names, forgetting where they lived and it had backfired. But either way, asian the names fitted perfectly. “You’re joking?!?” I asked laughing “Nope… Chantelle! couldn’t have chosen a better name for her myself” We laughed and emptied our glasses “I swear to god,” I joked after swallowing, “If their friends are called Kylie or Chardonnay I’m gonna blow a fuse” Jacks booming laugh filled my ears as he refilled our glasses. A Voice quieted the music and rose above the din of the crowd. “Ladies and Gentlemen. Can I have your attention please.” Mr Michaels stood in the middle of the room, the crowd around him parting to give him the attention he was requesting. “Where is he? Where is the man of the hour?” Cheers from the crowd as a mass of fingers suddenly started pointing at me. Abbey grabbed my hand and raised it in recognition. “Ah, there he is.” And started walking over to me. “What a game Mr Donovan, What - a – game!” more cheers as the crowd enthusiastically agreed with fetish his statement. “I’d heard the hype, I’d seen the numbers, but never in all my years doing this have I been that enthralled watching true genius in action!” “See… Genius… I called it first” Jack joked to me. Mr Michaels reached our table, japan taking hold of my still raised hand and pulling to my feet. Abbey stood with me, placing herself next to me and flashing her best model smile. “I have just come off the phone with the sponsors and they are VERY excited to meet you. So much so that they will be coming to London to personally watch you in action in THE NATIONAL FINALS!” the last part of the sentence raised to the crowd drawing another massive cheer. Mr Michaels turned to me and handed me another dark blue envelope before shaking my hand and walking back towards the bar. “And for you,” addressing the rabble, “After such an amazing show of support and sportsmanship far beyond what the sponsors and I couldn’t have asked, drinks are on the house tonight!” he called out before disappearing into the crowd. An unsurprisingly rapturous cheer filling the room as I opened the envelope. Congratulations Mr Donovan on reaching the national finals of the international poker championship. The next phase will be held at the ‘Ritz hotel London’ in Piccadilly on the 5th of July. "Why don't you take these off." Everything pointed to fetish only one thing, she felt aroused. The chlorine washed off of me, leaving only BDSM the scent of her body behind as I drew back my cock. She nodded her head and took off running asian down the hall to the locker room. You know... I put an arm around her warm slim waist. My sphincter tingled, my bowels aching for my daily reaming. That japan was easy, he thought japanese to himself. There where fresh baked bread, still warm and red wine. We have to get her away from here.” “Coke?” She asked and played with the front of her dress.