A poker hand decided how that night ended

Bruno called me at eleven-thirty at night, just as I was finishing shaving.

—You ready, Mateo? I’m three blocks away —he said in that always-rushed voice of his.

—I’ll be down in five. Are you serious about this?

—Dead serious. Carla and Daniela already said yes.

I’d already seen them in a photo he’d sent me two days before. Carla, brunette, thirty-nine, newly separated from a guy who had made her life hell. Daniela, redhead, thirty-five, fed up with a boyfriend who treated her like furniture. Bruno had sold me on the idea that the two of them were in the mood for revenge and that we wouldn’t have to push much.

—Look, Bruno —I said as I headed down the stairs—, I don’t want to be the old man of the group. How old are we? Thirty-two, thirty. They’re past thirty-five. Don’t you think they’re in another place?

—Exactly because of that. Twenty-year-old girls talk about TikTok. These two know what they want and they’re coming loaded. Trust me, brother. You’re going to fuck the redhead like you’ve never fucked in your life.

When I stepped out onto the sidewalk I almost fell backward. Bruno had left the patrol car in the garage and showed up in a maroon pickup, freshly washed, shining under the streetlamp.

—Where the hell did you get this?

—Installments until I’m ninety. Get in, we’re late.

We picked them up on a corner downtown. Carla wore black leather pants clinging to her ass and a red top that looked painted onto her tits, no bra, with her nipples pushing against the fabric. Daniela wore a very short maroon dress that barely covered her ass. When they got into the back seat, their perfume filled the whole cabin and it was hard for me to focus on the conversation.

—So you’re the famous officers —Carla said, resting her hand on the back of my seat—. Bruno promised me this was going to be a night to remember.

—Bruno promises a lot —I answered—. Then it’s other people’s turn to deliver.

***

We got to the most expensive club in the area. Bruno flashed his badge at the bouncer and got us straight past the line, which wrapped around the block. Inside, the music throbbed and the violet lights reflected off my white shirt.

We ordered four drinks at the bar and drifted apart without meaning to. Bruno stayed with Carla, talking in her ear, telling her stories about operations he had never actually done. Daniela grabbed my hand and dragged me onto the dance floor.

—Can you dance? —she challenged me, moving her hips.

—I learned a long time ago. You still can?

I took her by the waist and started leading her with the salsa my mother had taught me when I was sixteen. Daniela was surprised. I took advantage of a break in the song to stop her dead against my chest. Her red hair brushed my face and I felt her breathing close against my neck. I also felt, with no subtlety at all, how she pressed her pelvis against my bulge and stayed there, barely moving her hips, sizing me up.

—I didn’t have you pegged as a man who knows what he’s doing —she said, her mouth against my ear.

—You still have a lot to find out.

—Yeah? And what do you have planned for me? —she whispered, and bit my earlobe—. Tell me slowly what you’re going to do to me.

—Everything you can take.

We were deep into that when I heard a shout from the bar. I turned and saw a big drunk guy planted in front of Bruno. It was Carla’s ex. He had found out where she was and shown up to make a scene.

—What the hell are you doing here with him! —he yelled at Carla, shaking her arm—. And where did you leave the kid?

Bruno stood up with that cold calm he had when something ugly was about to happen. He told the guy twice to leave. The guy answered by putting a hand in his pocket and pulling out a small switchblade. The click of the blade opening cut through the music for those of us nearby.

I was already behind the bastard before I even thought about it. I grabbed his wrist, twisted his arm behind his back, and slammed him against the bar. The knife fell to the floor. The guy yelled from the pain more than the force. We called the bouncers and they took him away in less than a minute.

Carla was looking at me like she was seeing me for the first time. Daniela too. Bruno straightened his shirt with a crooked smile and tipped his chin at me. Without saying a word, the four of us left the club.

***

—Your apartment? —Bruno asked me in the elevator of my building.

—Yeah. But don’t touch anything or I won’t find my stuff later.

It was a lie that my apartment was a mess. It was exactly the opposite. I had shirts sorted by color, books aligned to the millimeter, not a single paper out of place. I’d inherited the obsession from my father and never managed to shake it. But I didn’t want the girls to feel intimidated walking into a museum.

Carla took off her shoes at the door without anyone telling her to. Daniela inspected the living room with curiosity and sat on the leather sofa like she owned it, crossing her legs so the dress rode halfway up her thigh.

—Let’s pour something strong and get started —Bruno said, opening the fridge with confidence.

By the third round of gin and tonic, the inhibitions started evaporating. Bruno found a deck of cards I had on the coffee table and waved it in the air.

—I’ve got material to make this interesting. Strip poker.

Carla and Daniela looked at each other. They got up and went out to the balcony to deliberate in low voices. They came back two minutes later, both smiling.

—We’re in —Carla said—. But keep in mind you two are going to lose a lot more, officers.

Bruno lost the first hand. He took his shirt off theatrically and tossed it on the floor. I lost the second and it hurt my soul because it was a white silk shirt that had cost me more than I even want to say. When I laid it over the back of the chair, folded carefully, both of them burst out laughing.

—Mateo, you’re showing off —Daniela told me—. Fold it properly so it’ll still fit you later.

By the third hand, Carla’s pants came off. The leather slid down her legs as if that’s what they had been made for. She was left in a tiny red thong and her top still on. Bruno was staring at her without even trying to hide the bulge already showing in his underwear.

—Now it’s my turn to collect —he said, his voice rough.

The fourth hand we lost again, both of us. Bruno took off his pants and so did I. We ended up four of us in our underwear. The living room, once spotless, had clothes thrown everywhere, half-finished glasses, and a warm light that made everything seem like it came from another dimension.

***

—Last hand —Bruno said, shuffling the cards with that fake concentration of guys pretending to be slick—. If you two lose, both bras and both thongs come off. If we lose, we both run naked around the block once.

—You’re crazy! —Carla shouted, but she was laughing.

—Agree or get out —Bruno pushed.

Daniela looked at me for approval. I nodded. The truth was I couldn’t think anymore.

Bruno dealt. I had nothing. Bruno didn’t either. Daniela showed a pair of queens. Carla turned over her last card and her face fell. She had a two and a seven, no hand at all. We had won by pure luck.

Bruno let out a shout and almost fell off the sofa laughing. Both women covered their faces with their hands. Then they looked at each other, shrugged, and started unfastening the hooks in the back with the kind of ease that comes from having already decided everything before playing the last hand.

The bras hit the floor. Daniela bit her lip. Carla’s tits, big, with dark hard nipples like little stones, shook when she straightened up. Daniela’s, smaller, white, with pink, raised nipples, pointed at the ceiling. She looked at us without blinking, still kneeling on the couch, breathing fast.

—Well, officers —Carla said, hooking her thumbs into the red thong and dragging it slowly down to her knees, showing us her shaved pussy already shining with wetness—. Collect what you won.

***

Bruno went over to Carla and ran his hand slowly down her neck, as if he were measuring something. She lifted her face and kissed him first, without waiting for permission. It was a long, hungry kiss, the kind that leaves no doubt, tongues sliding into each other’s mouths with no pretense at all. Bruno grabbed her by the nape and pressed her back against the sofa, slipping his other hand around her waist, down until he pushed two fingers into her wet cunt. Carla let out a rough moan and spread her legs wider.

—Fuck, you’re soaked —Bruno told her against her mouth.

—Shut up and keep going —she shot back, biting his lip.

Beside me, Daniela yanked my arm. When I turned, her mouth was already on mine. She tasted like gin and lipstick. Her hands ran over my chest and went straight down to my boxers, grabbing my cock through the fabric and squeezing hard. I lifted her by the hips and set her on the glass table, spreading her legs with my knee. She laughed against my mouth and grabbed my hair with both hands.

—It’s been a long time since I felt something like this —she whispered in my ear—. It’s been months since anyone fucked me for real.

—Tonight you’re going to get fucked right.

I kissed her again, this time moving down her neck, biting her shoulder, tracing her collarbone with my tongue. Daniela arched her back. Her tits brushed my face and a moan slipped out when I ran my tongue over her right nipple, slowly, drawing circles, then sucking it fully into my mouth and stretching it between my teeth. I took the other nipple in my fingers and pinched it. Daniela writhed on the table, arching her back until her head touched the glass.

—Lower —she begged, grabbing my hair and pushing—. Down.

I went lower. I licked her navel, bit her hip bone, ran my tongue along the fold of her groin. Daniela spread her legs wide open and drove her heels into my back. When I dragged my entire tongue over her cunt, from bottom to top, very slowly, she jolted as if she’d been shocked and let out a low curse. I had her completely wet, slick, with a salty taste that made me harder than I already was. I gripped her thighs with both hands and buried myself in her for real, sucking her clit, licking into her, then slipping in two fingers, searching for that spot inside while I kept sucking at the top.

—Fuck me, holy shit —Daniela moaned, clutching the table with both hands—. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.

Across the living room I heard Carla let out a nervous laugh that turned into a low moan. Bruno had laid her back against the sofa and was eating her cunt with his face buried between her legs. Carla had her head thrown back and her eyes closed, hands tangled in his hair, pushing him so he wouldn’t pull away. Then she grabbed his head with both hands and ground him against her pussy with no shame, moving her hips against Bruno’s mouth until her whole body tensed and she let out a long, rough cry, coming on his tongue.

Daniela grabbed my face with both hands and forced me to look at her.

—Don’t make me wait any longer. Put it in me.

I got rid of the boxers. My cock sprang out hard, the tip already wet. Daniela looked at it for a second, smiled, and licked her lips.

—Come here —she said, sitting on the edge of the table and taking it in her hand.

Before I could thrust into her, she bent down and took it all the way into her mouth. I felt her work her way to the back of her throat, felt her swallowing, felt her tongue pressing me against the roof of her mouth. I grabbed the back of her neck with both hands and started moving inside her mouth, slowly at first, then faster, while she looked up at me from below with shining eyes and her lips stretched around my cock. Every so often she pulled it all the way out, took a breath, and swallowed me again down to the balls, sucking my balls too, spitting on my cock and rubbing it with her hand.

—Enough or I’m going to come in your mouth —I told her, pushing her away from my hair.

—You can come wherever you want after —she answered, and lay back on the table again, spreading her legs—. Now break me.

I grabbed her hips and drove into her in one thrust. Daniela closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around my neck, burying her face in my shoulder while I moved faster and faster, finding the rhythm, feeling how her pussy tightened around my cock. The glass table creaked every time I pushed into her. I grabbed one tit with my free hand and squeezed hard, then pulled her nipple until she dug her nails into my back.

—Harder, daddy, harder —Daniela panted against my ear—. Give it all to me.

This doesn’t resemble anything that’s ever happened before, I thought, unable to get the idea out of my head, while I kept fucking her on the table, my eyes fixed on the way my cock went in and out of her cunt, gleaming, dripping.

Bruno and Carla had slid down to the floor. The rug I took such care of already had a gin stain and someone’s lost garment bunched up in a wad. Carla was on top of Bruno, riding him with her hands braced on his chest, her tits shaking with every movement, her black hair falling over her face. She was grabbing her own tits, pinching her nipples, biting her lip, and dropping all her weight onto Bruno’s cock, while he gripped her ass with both hands and helped bounce her.

—Like that, like that, don’t stop —Bruno told her—, ride it all the way, slut.

—Shut up and fuck me —Carla shot back, driving her nails into his chest.

At some point, Daniela gently pushed me away and climbed down from the table, my cock still shining between her legs. She walked over to where the other two were and sat beside Carla. The two of them looked at each other. They kissed with a naturalness that left me speechless, sucking each other’s tongues, grabbing each other’s tits. Carla got off Bruno’s cock and the two of them settled facing each other, kneeling on the rug, not stopping their kissing or their groping.

Bruno signaled for me to come over. The two of us stood in front of them, our cocks hard at their faces. Daniela took mine in one hand and Bruno’s in the other, looking at us with a wicked smile. Carla bent down first and took Bruno’s cock all the way into her mouth, then pulled it out, licked it clean, and passed it to Daniela, who did the same. Then Daniela grabbed my cock and offered it to Carla. The brunette sucked me slowly, staring straight at me, while Daniela licked Bruno’s balls.

We ended up all four of us on the floor, arranged in an impossible geometry. Carla got on all fours and Bruno sank into her from behind, gripping her hips and fucking her deep, with Carla’s ass bouncing against his pelvis and the wet sound of bodies colliding filling the living room. Daniela settled beneath Carla, on her back, her head between the brunette’s legs, and started licking her clit while Bruno kept fucking her. I knelt behind Daniela, lifted her legs, and drove into her again, fucking her while she ate the other woman’s cunt.

The living room turned into a single body breathing in crossed rhythms, gasps mixing with mine, hands appearing from nowhere, mouths finding each other without caring whose they were. Carla came first, convulsing with Bruno’s cock inside her and Daniela’s tongue lapping at her clit. Then Daniela came, squeezing me so tightly inside I could barely hold myself up. Bruno pulled out of Carla, came up to the two women’s faces, and shot ropes over Daniela’s tits and Carla’s open mouth, which sucked the tip clean to the last drop. I pulled out of Daniela and came over the round curve of the redhead’s ass, watching my semen run down the crease and onto the rug.

When we were done, the four of us stayed still, not saying a word, listening only to our breathing and the soft hum of the air conditioner. Bruno was the first to move. He sat up, ran a hand over his face, and let out a low laugh.

—Mateo —he said—, this is going to happen again.

***

We took them home at seven in the morning. Carla gave me a kiss on the cheek before getting out and told me not to tell anyone. I promised I wouldn’t. Daniela squeezed my hand a second longer than necessary and went into the building without looking back.

When I got back to the apartment, I found the white shirt still folded over the back of the sofa and Carla’s glass with a little gin left at the bottom. The rug had two stains that would be hard to get out. I sat on the sofa for a long while, staring at all that mess I would never have tolerated under any other circumstances, and I was surprised to find that I had no desire to get up and clean.