She had long, streaming blonde hair that flowed effortlessly over her shoulders, tantalizingly nipping against her body near where the cleavage would begin on most young ladies trying to attract the attention of the men in the room. The slit in her dress was lower. And she attracted more attention.
A new 15-30 hold’em game was about to start. We would get in 4 or 5 hours of play prior to the beginning of the Memorial Day Classic No-Limit Hold-em tournament at the Four Star Casino in Eagle Pass, Texas. Manuel was setting up the table, getting ready to deal the first hand when everyone’s attention was drawn to the young lady as she approached the cashier’s cage. Ricardo motioned to Manuel to hold up the deal. There was one more player coming in. We watched and waited as the young lady bought in for $1,000 and walked toward our table.
“My name is Emma,” she said. “Miss Emma.” She cast a panoramic smile directed at each player, and leaned forward just enough to disrupt the thoughts of the nine men at the table as she placed her chips in five equal stacks of 40 reds in front of the six seat. Big Ralph Mendez was in the five seat and a good portion of the six seat. I’d never seen him move his chair for anyone before. If the floor was called to get him to move, Ralph would leave the game. And no one wanted that since Ralph was the main contributor to the bankrolls of the better players at The Four Star. But when Miss Emma sat down Ralph immediately moved his chair to the right, squeezing against the player in the four seat. Ralph gave the player a sympathetic look and everyone shifted to the right to allow for Ralph’s new seating preference. I was in the two seat and had a good view of each of the players. My primary focus was on Miss Emma.
The cards were in the air for the first hand. Miss Emma was first to act and quickly folded. I folded 2-7 in late position. The flop came and Miss Emma’s attention shifted quickly to each of the remaining four players still in the hand. The small blind had folded and Ralph Mendez was first to act. He had not moved a muscle when the flop came. He checked. Ed McCullough was in the seven seat. He always had his chips in his hand rattling them slowly. When the flop hit him, his chips would rattle just a little louder. Al Konoski was in the ten seat. He wore his cards on his face. He’d made a confident call before the flop, but the Jack, Queen, Nine rainbow flop brought a look of disgust. I put him on a medium pair, 7s or 8s. Continue reading