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11-28-2016
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Update Continued
This was my first week working and learning the business. Everything seemed legit, so I was happy with my decision to go partners. I just wasn't happy with my living arrangements in the meantime. I did have my own room and bathroom, but I felt like I was incarcerated. With the warden(Steph) overseeing every move. I started to feel bad for Ramon when I became witness to his home life. I did mention this house was new construction, and the new house that was built next door was owned by her parents. He shared a backyard with his in-laws. These homes were built right on top of each other. I doubt the parents had much, if any financial involvement on Steph's property, but they sure came and went like they did. He would constantly get nagged and tortured by his wife and in-laws about everything he did. He was treated like a worthless loser. I was shocked at how well he took the constant criticism. What really put it over the top for me was one morning in the kitchen while I was eating breakfast. Steph's mom walked right in as usual, and made a comment that Ramon had finally done some cleaning. She then said that her husband had seen Ramon sweeping on the cameras this morning. WTF! I was unaware of all the cameras setup around the property and house. I guess the parents had access to all of them and would faithfully monitor them. I bit my tongue at the time, but trying to politely laugh of their abuse of Ramon was getting old.
(Ramon when he is whipped)
So now it's Saturday after a full week of work. The week went well and I was paid out my half of the profits. We both wanted to get out the house for the night. So we both begged his wife to let us go out. It wasn't an easy task but she allowed us a trip to the card-room, just that we had to be back by midnight. Being home by midnight definitely isn't my style. Especially when you don't leave the house until 9pm.
As soon as we left, Ramon got on the phone trying to find some plans for the night. Trying to get girls to come out with us. He kept asking me what I wanted to do. I'm not from the area, so I just told him to bring me to some good bars. Then came the dilemma of going to downtown Orlando or not. He has a past with promoting down there and seemed a bit worried his wife may catch wind he was there instead of the card-room. I told him we can go wherever, I don't want to get him in trouble. You could see it in him, he wanted to go downtown badly, but just needed me to say yes. He was also banned from going there by his wife and hadn't been in 2 years. We finally said "**** it, let's go".
(Ramon in his clubbing days)
He was getting real wired at this point, all fidgety and ****. His next conundrum was whether or not his 2013 Black Ford Fusion was worthy of an appearance downtown. Mind you, he gets hooked on songs or certain theory's of what is popular. For some odd reason he had a flashback earlier that week when we picked up a Dodge Magnum with 22's at the auction. I found him playing "How We Do" by The Game on his desktop at work all week. He must have envisioned himself as The Game driving a Magnum. He start to repeatedly ask me what we should drive. In my head I'm fine with the car were in, I mean were just going to park. Not like we have a Lambo on the lot(yet). After about the 10th time of him asking me if I think we should take the Magnum, I say yes knowing that's what he wants to do. So we hit the dealership, unlock the gate, grab a dealer tag, and hop in the Magnum. Then I noticed him grabbing the work folder that has the cash received for cars or payments for tax and title money in it. He started ripping the segregated sealed envelopes up and pulling cash out. I ask him what the **** he's doing, all while knowing exactly what he's thinking. Prior to this we had money management talks because I was aware of his past. Plus I didn't want to do business with someone who is going to squander the income. His short answer was "Don't worry, it's just for show".
Well here I am, heading downtown for my first time ever in the passenger seat while he is frantically trying to get the Bluetooth working so he can blast that song. Windows down and system up as he is circling the area like he's somebody special. I'm a bit embarrassed, especially considering I'm completely sober still. I just want him to hurry up and park. Then I realize he is going to Valet on a blocked off road called Church St. in front of a strip of clubs/bars. The streets were packed and he still has the radio blasting, I think YouTube skipped to a Tupac song at this point. I just want out of this car, but the situation gets worse. He isn't a gentle man by no means. Very rough on everything. He's yelling out the window to someone and slams the shifter into park as we pulled up. I look over and see there may be a problem as the valet guy comes up to the window to get the keys. The shifter says park but the car is still moving every-time he lets off the break because it is still in drive. The embarrassment level is growing rapidly. He starts ripping the shifter around and can't seem to figure out whats wrong. He turns the car off, but can't turn it back on casue the car is stuck in drive. So now were stuck at the front of the valet line and can't move the car anywhere. He tells the guy he is really sorry, tips him $100 and tells the guy to call a tow truck. Not only is this embarrassing, I'm thinking how this is one of our cars and he just broke it. He seen I was a bit upset, so he tried getting my mind off it with drinks.
Now were bar-hopping and getting wasted, all on his coin. Every-time we leave a club we check to see if the tow came yet. The car sat there till closing time before a truck came. I did have a good time bouncing around. He seemed to know all door guys and most bartenders. So I was ****ed up and dancing with some Asian girl by the end of the night. I made out with her but that was about it. Then it was time to Uber back to the dealership to meet the tow guy and get his car back. We end up getting back to his house about 4am and his wife is livid. He blames the night on me, that I was drunk and wouldn't leave the card-room cause I was stuck. I accept the responsibility and go to bed.
Next day we hit the Water-park, but I'm pretty hungover and it's not too much fun. So I get to bed pretty early that night. Some good rest for the work week on Monday. First thing that following morning was to figure out what was wrong with the Magnum. Looks like a costly night, $200 for tow, $100 valet, $500 drinks/tips, plus this potential cost to fix. Turns out he broke a piece on the mechanics of the shifter. He Super Glued it back together and that was that. Money saved there I guess.
As the week went on, I learned how we made money off reps. Basically he would let anyone Tom, Dick, or Harry buy a car under us. He would get them registered at the auction and they would bid on whatever cars they wanted. We would buy them, then they would give us the cash for the price of the vehicle plus $200 fee for us on top. Then they would take the car home, clean it, put an ad up, and find a buyer. Once they found a buyer, they would come have the paperwork done at our office. I was and still am a bit leery about the real value in the whole rep thing, but Ramon was adamant it was profitable. Some reps bought more cars then others, but when you have 25 reps listed under your account, that $200 a car can add up. I just think from the point of feeding the competition and tax purposes. He says we just 1099 them at the end of the year so were not liable for profit they made. Whatever, it just amazed me how he would sign anyone up. I mean I would be at the office seeing a customer signing paperwork on a car he just bought, then show up a couple days later and he was washing a car out front. He turned customers into reps.
So that next week goes by smoothly, car business is good. I had been spending down-time in the office that week on the Tinder grind. Figured I could use it since I was new to the area. After some smooth talk I had a few options lined up for the upcoming Saturday. This was my last weekend before heading back home.
That Saturday rolled around, another good week, so I was ready for a night out. I made sure to go get a new outfit at the mall. I had to pick Ramon up a shirt and leave it in the car so he could change once we left. With traffic and not knowing my way around it took a bit longer then expected. So by the time I got back and finished showering it was 9pm. I had 3 options but made up my mind to meet with a girl from Avalon Park. Leaving the house wasn't a smooth transition and almost didn't happen. The wife started raging at the idea of us leaving to the "card-room". She thought I was dressed a bit beyond poker room expectation and knows me pretty well. Again we have been friends since kids. She expected we were going out, and wasn't having it. She threatened divorce, screamed, cried, just didn't want her husband leaving the house. He just kept saying that he needed to be my designated driver. After a solid hour or so of pleading, she allowed us to leave to go play cards. But we had to be home before 2am. Ya right, like that's going to happen.
The arguing took so long that this girl thought I was blowing her off. But she waited around for me and we picked her up at about 11pm. We went to some local bowling alley that had a bar an arcade. I tried getting this girl to find a friend for Ramon. But it's the same story with all skanks. No friends because they will **** their friends man. So he was texting girls, hoping someone would meet up with him. We had drinks and eventually ended up in the arcade Degening it up. I ran pretty well and was able to cash out nicely at the prize center. We had some more drinks and were feeling pretty good at this point. Just sucks that we had to be home before the warden got angry. This Tinder hoe wasn't having that, she demanded I stay the night at her place. So Ramon dropped us off. He took my watch and chain so I didn't end up getting stung for it. Then the 2 of us proceeded up to her apartment. Would love to tell you a good story here, but we made drinks, smoked weed, and I passed out on the couch.
Now it's like 6am and I wake up wondering where the **** I am. On the couch of some strange apartment and I don't know where the girl is. I eventually find her, in her room in bed. I got in bed with her and sloppily had sex for like 15 minutes before passing out again. When we woke up, we went to grab coffee in the area she lived in. Very nice by the way. All this rich looking elder folk were out walking their dogs and my Degen ass is trotting around drunk with this hoe. We then drove to some restaurant for breakfast and started drinking alcohol again. After a couple hours there, we made sure to hit the liquor store on the way back to her place. I grabbed a bottle a Grand Marnier. Figured I could sip on that the rest of the day. I checked in with Ramon at this point, he had told his wife I met a girl at the poker room and went home with her. Well we got back up to her apartment I poured some Grand into a mason jar with ice. Once I sat on the couch this girl got in the mood. Like 11am and she is blowing me, she gets on top and I eventually end up bending her over the couch.
Time to take a shower I guess. I take a couple more swigs and hop in her shower. She was nice enough to give me a brand new toothbrush she had on deck. She must do this often. Like 10 minutes into my shower she joins me. Jesus this girl is a freak, on her knees blowing me. Didn't finish, but I get out and dry off. I throw my clothes back on and she takes me out on to her balcony. Wants me to **** her out there. I started to as discretely as possible, but decided it was best if we finished in her room. Took a break after that and just watched some TV while still drinking. We figured it was a good idea to grab some lunch around 4pm, but not until I ****er her in her kitchen. This girl was too much. We grab some BBQ from a place near by and head back to her place. I'm starting to realize I should probably get back home and slow down on the drinking. Ramon was out to the movies with his family by this time, so she said she would give me a ride. But not before dragging me into her room for once last time. I wasn't sure I would even be able to nut again. So I decide my best play was to put it in her ass. Then sweated away thrusting in determination until I was done. I'm not sure if I did a number on her or she did a number on me. I was beat, but she loved every minute of it. Anyways, she drops me off at the gate around 9pm, I punched in the code and did the walk of shame to their house. I was rundown but had a good time. Also knew I was flying home the next day.
I packed my bags the next morning and talked a game-plan with Ramon. I was going to be alternating every 2 weeks between Florida and Mass. But I needed my own place. I couldn't bare another day in that house. He recommended a place called 55 West(which will be the place to blame for his downfall). Said it's the best place in Orlando to live. A high-rise downtown on that same street that gets blocked off for nightlife. Also pretty much the most expensive place to live. We just had to figure out who to put the lease name in because neither of us would pass a background check. I also decided I needed some Degen reps of my own. So I was going to round up some guys from back home. As far as driving, I would just use a car off the lot with a dealer tag. Sounded like a solid plan to me. I couldn't wait to return.
Just a couple videos of things around town that I don't see up North.
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This was my first week working and learning the business. Everything seemed legit, so I was happy with my decision to go partners. I just wasn't happy with my living arrangements in the meantime. I did have my own room and bathroom, but I felt like I was incarcerated. With the warden(Steph) overseeing every move. I started to feel bad for Ramon when I became witness to his home life. I did mention this house was new construction, and the new house that was built next door was owned by her parents. He shared a backyard with his in-laws. These homes were built right on top of each other. I doubt the parents had much, if any financial involvement on Steph's property, but they sure came and went like they did. He would constantly get nagged and tortured by his wife and in-laws about everything he did. He was treated like a worthless loser. I was shocked at how well he took the constant criticism. What really put it over the top for me was one morning in the kitchen while I was eating breakfast. Steph's mom walked right in as usual, and made a comment that Ramon had finally done some cleaning. She then said that her husband had seen Ramon sweeping on the cameras this morning. WTF! I was unaware of all the cameras setup around the property and house. I guess the parents had access to all of them and would faithfully monitor them. I bit my tongue at the time, but trying to politely laugh of their abuse of Ramon was getting old.
(Ramon when he is whipped)
So now it's Saturday after a full week of work. The week went well and I was paid out my half of the profits. We both wanted to get out the house for the night. So we both begged his wife to let us go out. It wasn't an easy task but she allowed us a trip to the card-room, just that we had to be back by midnight. Being home by midnight definitely isn't my style. Especially when you don't leave the house until 9pm.
As soon as we left, Ramon got on the phone trying to find some plans for the night. Trying to get girls to come out with us. He kept asking me what I wanted to do. I'm not from the area, so I just told him to bring me to some good bars. Then came the dilemma of going to downtown Orlando or not. He has a past with promoting down there and seemed a bit worried his wife may catch wind he was there instead of the card-room. I told him we can go wherever, I don't want to get him in trouble. You could see it in him, he wanted to go downtown badly, but just needed me to say yes. He was also banned from going there by his wife and hadn't been in 2 years. We finally said "**** it, let's go".
(Ramon in his clubbing days)
He was getting real wired at this point, all fidgety and ****. His next conundrum was whether or not his 2013 Black Ford Fusion was worthy of an appearance downtown. Mind you, he gets hooked on songs or certain theory's of what is popular. For some odd reason he had a flashback earlier that week when we picked up a Dodge Magnum with 22's at the auction. I found him playing "How We Do" by The Game on his desktop at work all week. He must have envisioned himself as The Game driving a Magnum. He start to repeatedly ask me what we should drive. In my head I'm fine with the car were in, I mean were just going to park. Not like we have a Lambo on the lot(yet). After about the 10th time of him asking me if I think we should take the Magnum, I say yes knowing that's what he wants to do. So we hit the dealership, unlock the gate, grab a dealer tag, and hop in the Magnum. Then I noticed him grabbing the work folder that has the cash received for cars or payments for tax and title money in it. He started ripping the segregated sealed envelopes up and pulling cash out. I ask him what the **** he's doing, all while knowing exactly what he's thinking. Prior to this we had money management talks because I was aware of his past. Plus I didn't want to do business with someone who is going to squander the income. His short answer was "Don't worry, it's just for show".
Well here I am, heading downtown for my first time ever in the passenger seat while he is frantically trying to get the Bluetooth working so he can blast that song. Windows down and system up as he is circling the area like he's somebody special. I'm a bit embarrassed, especially considering I'm completely sober still. I just want him to hurry up and park. Then I realize he is going to Valet on a blocked off road called Church St. in front of a strip of clubs/bars. The streets were packed and he still has the radio blasting, I think YouTube skipped to a Tupac song at this point. I just want out of this car, but the situation gets worse. He isn't a gentle man by no means. Very rough on everything. He's yelling out the window to someone and slams the shifter into park as we pulled up. I look over and see there may be a problem as the valet guy comes up to the window to get the keys. The shifter says park but the car is still moving every-time he lets off the break because it is still in drive. The embarrassment level is growing rapidly. He starts ripping the shifter around and can't seem to figure out whats wrong. He turns the car off, but can't turn it back on casue the car is stuck in drive. So now were stuck at the front of the valet line and can't move the car anywhere. He tells the guy he is really sorry, tips him $100 and tells the guy to call a tow truck. Not only is this embarrassing, I'm thinking how this is one of our cars and he just broke it. He seen I was a bit upset, so he tried getting my mind off it with drinks.
Now were bar-hopping and getting wasted, all on his coin. Every-time we leave a club we check to see if the tow came yet. The car sat there till closing time before a truck came. I did have a good time bouncing around. He seemed to know all door guys and most bartenders. So I was ****ed up and dancing with some Asian girl by the end of the night. I made out with her but that was about it. Then it was time to Uber back to the dealership to meet the tow guy and get his car back. We end up getting back to his house about 4am and his wife is livid. He blames the night on me, that I was drunk and wouldn't leave the card-room cause I was stuck. I accept the responsibility and go to bed.
Next day we hit the Water-park, but I'm pretty hungover and it's not too much fun. So I get to bed pretty early that night. Some good rest for the work week on Monday. First thing that following morning was to figure out what was wrong with the Magnum. Looks like a costly night, $200 for tow, $100 valet, $500 drinks/tips, plus this potential cost to fix. Turns out he broke a piece on the mechanics of the shifter. He Super Glued it back together and that was that. Money saved there I guess.
As the week went on, I learned how we made money off reps. Basically he would let anyone Tom, Dick, or Harry buy a car under us. He would get them registered at the auction and they would bid on whatever cars they wanted. We would buy them, then they would give us the cash for the price of the vehicle plus $200 fee for us on top. Then they would take the car home, clean it, put an ad up, and find a buyer. Once they found a buyer, they would come have the paperwork done at our office. I was and still am a bit leery about the real value in the whole rep thing, but Ramon was adamant it was profitable. Some reps bought more cars then others, but when you have 25 reps listed under your account, that $200 a car can add up. I just think from the point of feeding the competition and tax purposes. He says we just 1099 them at the end of the year so were not liable for profit they made. Whatever, it just amazed me how he would sign anyone up. I mean I would be at the office seeing a customer signing paperwork on a car he just bought, then show up a couple days later and he was washing a car out front. He turned customers into reps.
So that next week goes by smoothly, car business is good. I had been spending down-time in the office that week on the Tinder grind. Figured I could use it since I was new to the area. After some smooth talk I had a few options lined up for the upcoming Saturday. This was my last weekend before heading back home.
That Saturday rolled around, another good week, so I was ready for a night out. I made sure to go get a new outfit at the mall. I had to pick Ramon up a shirt and leave it in the car so he could change once we left. With traffic and not knowing my way around it took a bit longer then expected. So by the time I got back and finished showering it was 9pm. I had 3 options but made up my mind to meet with a girl from Avalon Park. Leaving the house wasn't a smooth transition and almost didn't happen. The wife started raging at the idea of us leaving to the "card-room". She thought I was dressed a bit beyond poker room expectation and knows me pretty well. Again we have been friends since kids. She expected we were going out, and wasn't having it. She threatened divorce, screamed, cried, just didn't want her husband leaving the house. He just kept saying that he needed to be my designated driver. After a solid hour or so of pleading, she allowed us to leave to go play cards. But we had to be home before 2am. Ya right, like that's going to happen.
The arguing took so long that this girl thought I was blowing her off. But she waited around for me and we picked her up at about 11pm. We went to some local bowling alley that had a bar an arcade. I tried getting this girl to find a friend for Ramon. But it's the same story with all skanks. No friends because they will **** their friends man. So he was texting girls, hoping someone would meet up with him. We had drinks and eventually ended up in the arcade Degening it up. I ran pretty well and was able to cash out nicely at the prize center. We had some more drinks and were feeling pretty good at this point. Just sucks that we had to be home before the warden got angry. This Tinder hoe wasn't having that, she demanded I stay the night at her place. So Ramon dropped us off. He took my watch and chain so I didn't end up getting stung for it. Then the 2 of us proceeded up to her apartment. Would love to tell you a good story here, but we made drinks, smoked weed, and I passed out on the couch.
Now it's like 6am and I wake up wondering where the **** I am. On the couch of some strange apartment and I don't know where the girl is. I eventually find her, in her room in bed. I got in bed with her and sloppily had sex for like 15 minutes before passing out again. When we woke up, we went to grab coffee in the area she lived in. Very nice by the way. All this rich looking elder folk were out walking their dogs and my Degen ass is trotting around drunk with this hoe. We then drove to some restaurant for breakfast and started drinking alcohol again. After a couple hours there, we made sure to hit the liquor store on the way back to her place. I grabbed a bottle a Grand Marnier. Figured I could sip on that the rest of the day. I checked in with Ramon at this point, he had told his wife I met a girl at the poker room and went home with her. Well we got back up to her apartment I poured some Grand into a mason jar with ice. Once I sat on the couch this girl got in the mood. Like 11am and she is blowing me, she gets on top and I eventually end up bending her over the couch.
Time to take a shower I guess. I take a couple more swigs and hop in her shower. She was nice enough to give me a brand new toothbrush she had on deck. She must do this often. Like 10 minutes into my shower she joins me. Jesus this girl is a freak, on her knees blowing me. Didn't finish, but I get out and dry off. I throw my clothes back on and she takes me out on to her balcony. Wants me to **** her out there. I started to as discretely as possible, but decided it was best if we finished in her room. Took a break after that and just watched some TV while still drinking. We figured it was a good idea to grab some lunch around 4pm, but not until I ****er her in her kitchen. This girl was too much. We grab some BBQ from a place near by and head back to her place. I'm starting to realize I should probably get back home and slow down on the drinking. Ramon was out to the movies with his family by this time, so she said she would give me a ride. But not before dragging me into her room for once last time. I wasn't sure I would even be able to nut again. So I decide my best play was to put it in her ass. Then sweated away thrusting in determination until I was done. I'm not sure if I did a number on her or she did a number on me. I was beat, but she loved every minute of it. Anyways, she drops me off at the gate around 9pm, I punched in the code and did the walk of shame to their house. I was rundown but had a good time. Also knew I was flying home the next day.
I packed my bags the next morning and talked a game-plan with Ramon. I was going to be alternating every 2 weeks between Florida and Mass. But I needed my own place. I couldn't bare another day in that house. He recommended a place called 55 West(which will be the place to blame for his downfall). Said it's the best place in Orlando to live. A high-rise downtown on that same street that gets blocked off for nightlife. Also pretty much the most expensive place to live. We just had to figure out who to put the lease name in because neither of us would pass a background check. I also decided I needed some Degen reps of my own. So I was going to round up some guys from back home. As far as driving, I would just use a car off the lot with a dealer tag. Sounded like a solid plan to me. I couldn't wait to return.
Just a couple videos of things around town that I don't see up North.
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Max Cuckold Part 1
I'm willing to bet most of you can still remember the Slot Guru. I forgot where I left off last with him, I know I mentioned before how he joined the Army National Guard in an attempt to turn his life around. He had been doing one weekend a month and we hadn't spoke for about a year after his initial boot camp. I figured he must have been doing good during this time, but once we crossed paths again I realized how down & out he was. Over-weight, living at his Grandmothers, broke, working at Olive Garden, and again spending his tips on scratch tickets. His longtime girlfriend had also just recently dumped him, so he was reaching out to me for some help. At that point I was willing to put the reason of me not speaking to him behind us. I was holding a grudge against him for not putting a car of mine in his name. Totally understand his worries, but I had done so much for him and he promised he would do it for me. When it came time to process the paperwork, he completely stopped responding to me, which was during his time away in boot camp. He apologized and we moved forward.
Next was getting the Guru on the right track. I started getting him to the gym everyday and made him quit smoking. Also put an end to his scratch-off fantasies. I came up with an idea to get money in his pocket. I found a 2 bedroom apartment for him to get out of his grandmothers. Took care of the first, last, and security for him. He just had to do his part in running a card game there. We had the place decked out, 3 flat-screens on the walls with NFL Ticket and NBA League Pass. That kept the sports bettors happy while they played cards and sweat games. I ordered a custom table from BBO with LED lighting that everyone loved. Made sure to get a nice set of Paulson clay chips and all other necessities. Had the fridge stocked full, a great selection of booze, and always a ton of snacks. Even went to the extent of installing an industrial grade stripper pole. I'm sure the landlord wasn't too happy with that when we left.
So the idea was for Guru to deal and bring some players two nights a week. Things started off great, I basically had brought 85% of the players on any given night though. Money was rolling in and Guru was back on his feet. He had also dropped from 230 pounds down to a fit 190. His confidence was at an all-time high. He still kept his serving job initially because the bulk of the profit was going towards knocking down start-up costs, keeping up with utilities/rent, and stocking food/drink. With this new found swagger he was talking a big game at the local Olive Garden. A few months prior he couldn't get a girl to look his way, now he is banging some fresh 18 year old servers. He wasn't used to this and got very confused. I mean these girls were hoes, and he was looking to save them. A tough task when you can't save yourself. I remember some two legged pig he was talking to. She would threaten to **** another guy if he didn't snap deliver her food, cigs, and wine coolers. In his head they were dating. This really started to deter him from the main focus of making money.
During this period of him dating these girls, our gym sessions were drying up. He made all types of excuses why he would have to blow it off. I knew it was because he had do give these no-car having hoes a ride. When I called him out for this, he told me the girl he was talking to did have a car. Her parents just wouldn't let her drive because she had a pill problem. That same girl he would bring to the game. She would funnel down the free drinks and flirt with other guys there. Pretty sure everyone could have ran a train on her. Guru would get real jealous and start getting flustered. Misdeals, never knowing who it's on, pushing the pot to the wrong person, etc. I finally lost it on him one night when he had this slut hiding in the bathroom. He said he needed a quick bathroom break, and didn't come back for about 8 minutes. When he came back we all started asking what took so long, eluding to the idea he smashed on his restroom break. He swore he didn't, but I wasn't buying it. I would make him get dressed up to deal. Gotta look professional right? Slacks, dress shirt, and bow-tie. The night in question he was in a Black dress shirt, but didn't take the time to take his shirt off for the quickie. He had dried cum shining all over the front of his shirt. It was disgusting and he wasn't allowed to finish dealing. He was like the Monica Lewinsky of poker dealers. Also just thinking back, I did hit up that girl about a year later when she was of casino age. Brought her to Foxwoods and smashed obviously.
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Of course we had so many fun nights there, but the stress of Guru not bringing players and having his head up these girls asses was taking a toll on me. I still can clearly remember him telling me about the new server he brought home the night before. He said she was 18 and fighting with her ghetto boyfriend, AKA Black kid. Well he showed her his fancy place and told her he would get her out the hood. He told me how she gave it up that very first night even though she had a significant other. When I asked him how it was, his exact response was "Meh, she definitely takes a larger size". It was really ridiculous when a couple weeks later is seemed like they were now dating. He said she left her ex for him. Absolutely insane how delusional he was. This girl had his interest in running the game at zero. He basically brought no players and dealt like ****. I would lose my mind hearing time after time about him allegedly having 5 players coming every game. Then in reality, possibly having one player. He got so pathetic, he would bring dates to play. I remember him meeting a girl on Tinder, bringing her to game, then staking her for $40. Just to say he actually brought a player. He tried to keep it a secret that he put her up. But, the cover was blown when I cracked her AA with AQ after she ran it up to $220. We got it in on an queen-high flop, then Guru was sick about how he put a third queen on the river. You could see it on his face, and once felted we got the broad to tell us he put her in action. She did end up blowing a player that night for a ride home after getting tipsy in the loser's lounge. This stuff makes me wish I had the patience to detail out all these individual memories. But I always find myself trying to rush a huge time period together. I could write a novel on how ridiculous some of these nights were. Anyways, he would manage to find guys who were more down & out then himself. I never seen so many people try to buy into a $1-2 game with $20. One of these kids lost his $20 and started pulling **** out his pockets to sell for more chips. I'm going to list some of the things he pulled out and I promise you I am not lying. A Snickers bar, a $2.50 Mohegan chip, a girl's belly button ring, and a 4 leaf ****ing clover. I think I gave him $20 for everything, he was terrible and was going to lose anyway. Guru's dusty players ended up affecting my guys. I had more serious players and this low-level nonsense was getting to be too much. He was in total love with this new girl who he had just taken from another guy and I realized it was best to close up shop.
(Girl with "Ghetto BF")
We both had some hard feelings with each other at this new falling out. I felt like he was a sucker. He was so ******ed he thought I was hating on him for having a girl. So we didn't hang out too much after that. Thinking back, she was the girl that he had driving down to A.C. when he didn't want to give up the room for the deposit back. The one I made turn around after 3 hours into her drive. This girl had his priorities all ****ed up. He spent all his time and money on her. Then 2 months into the relationship he got that 18 year old server pregnant. She wanted to get rid of it, but he wanted her to keep it. I wondered what her parents thought about this 25 year old Degenerate mouth breather getting their princess pregnant. He had no shame and asked her to marry him a few months later. Then he decided it was best to expedite the process considering he had a deployment coming up in a few months. He wanted to lock her down badly. They started dating in January and were getting married at the town hall that August. He now had a wife, it was so laughable to all that knew him.
Now September rolls around and it's time for deployment and he does everything in his power to avoid this. He doesn't want to leave his new wife and miss the birth of his son(Slot Guru Jr.). He somehow gets his departure date pushed back to October, then returns home for the Thanksgiving somehow. I think she was due late December and he managed to get a funded program to pay for a trip home right after the birth. At this point he was really trying to come up with a way out of returning, but he just isn't the type to pull the trigger on anything ballsy. So back to the Middle-East for him.
At this point we were talking a bit more because he had no one to talk to from home but his wife basically. He was getting hazed a decent amount I think. He was vague with what he would tell me. But I'm pretty sure his piers in his unit didn't respect him. Not sure if it was because he was a sucker or because he couldn't do a pull-up. Then something serious happened. I can't say for sure what exactly went down, but it was some sort of sexual harassment. He claims a used blow-up doll was thrown at him, but doesn't sound right with the other details I could piece out of him. At least one other other guy in his unit lost rank and pay for this incident. He had to sign a statement and was transferred to a non-combat zone for the rest of his deployment. There he held no job and spent all day Face-timing with his wife, playing poker, or activities like flag-football. I'm not making this up either, I talked to him on the phone once when he was in the hospital there. He was clearly heavily medicated and said he was there for surgery on his ass. When I asked him a few weeks later about it, he chalked it up to the food there giving him some issues. This hospital conversation was in between the incident and being transferred to a new location. I just going to say it, him being sodomized with a foreign object is -300 for you gamblers out there.
So he spends March - June of this year healing before I start getting the excessive phone calls. It started off slowly, seemed like he was really stressed and would complain about his wife acting funny. I told him not to worry about it, because he has always painted her as a picture perfect saint. That she was at home all day taking care of the new-born. But it gradually got worse. He didn't understand why she may be up to something. He took great care of her while he was on track for the $50k tax-free deployment pay. Which was sickening to me, knowing he was sitting there doing absolutely no work after snitching, but collecting the tax dollars. Anyways, he paid off her $7,300 student loan, made all $500 payments on the brand new Corolla he bought her before he left, put $10k into remodeling her parents apartment where she lived with his son. He also gave her $300 weekly spending cash for the baby. Before she would just swipe the debit card, but now she was taking cash out the ATM. She also started working at Olive Garden again and this had Guru sick to his stomach. The more and more I hear about this relationship, I realize she is an evil scandalous hoe. Guru was just a sucker for love schlump that became the victim. The amount of calls I had to endure was ridiculous. He was such a pussy, scared to call her out for anything. He asked me to stake out her work one night and make sure she didn't leave with anyone. I agree and pull into Olive Garden parking lot around 10pm. I inform him that her car is not in the parking lot. He immediately calls her. She sends him to voicemail, then texts back that she is finishing up with work. I watch for 45 minutes while on the phone with him before she beeps in. He texts me asking if I see her walking out. Not a single person has come out. She said she was walking out at that time. The lie-detector test determines that was a lie! 15 minutes later he calls me and says to leave, that she is on her way home and isn't sure what happened.
The next day this sad sack of **** makes the most absurd excuse. His theory was that she left work early and was in a "long" line at Taco-Bell to get food. She didn't want him knowing she was ordering food because she was embarrassed. That he may make fun of her because she hasn't taken much weight off since the baby. When I asked him what the **** makes him believe that bull****, he said he seen the charge on his debit. Ya right, she was probably buying the guy she was with food before dropping him off after they ****ed and smoked. Didn't matter though, his worries got worse. He finally found a picture on Facebook that a Spanish co-worker of hers posted. This was the guy he had suspected her of talking to. It was posted on a night she was MIA, she also liked the photo. It was only of pic of two drinks on a bar, at her favorite restaurant. Also had Guru's Army lanyard that is connected to the car keys he left her with sitting on the bar. He lost his mind this day and was still scared to call her out for it. He asked me to contact the kid and get info. Survey says, she was with him in that pic and that they did hook up. This kid also claims there is others guys she talks to. I finally talked Guru into having the balls to ask his wife's mother for the phone records because she is on her parents plan. After reviewing the records he found many calls and text between her and male co-workers. Seemed like deja vu to me. I remember a year and a half ago hearing about this same girl cheating on her boyfriend with co-workers(Guru). He started to lose it and was saying he was done with her. She refused to let him view her Facebook messages and denied everything. This continued on and he kept scrambling to get sent home early. He chose to threaten to kill himself, somehow he was allowed to leave early for a "family emergency".
It was late August when he got home, and I was in Florida on my new venture which I had been telling him about. He was distraught from the infidelity and wanted a new path in life. He was constantly using the baby as an excuse to stay with her. He admitted to me that he took her for an actual lie detector test that ran him between $600-$800. She failed miserably and has had multiple partners. Also came out that she really isn't attracted to him. She had a thing for urban style. I told Guru to do something special for her. Paint his dick Black, that she might enjoy that. He still loved this girl that he had known less then 2 years. He just prayed that she would change. Only support he had was me, I told him to leave her. So he was torn on what to do. I suggested he travel down to Florida and start over. He thought that may be a decent idea, considering the wife wasn't putting out(for him) and he wasn't picking up girls like he used to. He started to fantasize about being a whole new man down there. That's when he suggested we start calling him Max instead of Matt(real name). He was serious, but he couldn't think of a last name. Then it dawned on me, Cuckold! Max Cuckold. Fit him perfectly, also had a nice ring to it.
To be continued...
The photo-shops then ran rampant
I'm willing to bet most of you can still remember the Slot Guru. I forgot where I left off last with him, I know I mentioned before how he joined the Army National Guard in an attempt to turn his life around. He had been doing one weekend a month and we hadn't spoke for about a year after his initial boot camp. I figured he must have been doing good during this time, but once we crossed paths again I realized how down & out he was. Over-weight, living at his Grandmothers, broke, working at Olive Garden, and again spending his tips on scratch tickets. His longtime girlfriend had also just recently dumped him, so he was reaching out to me for some help. At that point I was willing to put the reason of me not speaking to him behind us. I was holding a grudge against him for not putting a car of mine in his name. Totally understand his worries, but I had done so much for him and he promised he would do it for me. When it came time to process the paperwork, he completely stopped responding to me, which was during his time away in boot camp. He apologized and we moved forward.
Next was getting the Guru on the right track. I started getting him to the gym everyday and made him quit smoking. Also put an end to his scratch-off fantasies. I came up with an idea to get money in his pocket. I found a 2 bedroom apartment for him to get out of his grandmothers. Took care of the first, last, and security for him. He just had to do his part in running a card game there. We had the place decked out, 3 flat-screens on the walls with NFL Ticket and NBA League Pass. That kept the sports bettors happy while they played cards and sweat games. I ordered a custom table from BBO with LED lighting that everyone loved. Made sure to get a nice set of Paulson clay chips and all other necessities. Had the fridge stocked full, a great selection of booze, and always a ton of snacks. Even went to the extent of installing an industrial grade stripper pole. I'm sure the landlord wasn't too happy with that when we left.
So the idea was for Guru to deal and bring some players two nights a week. Things started off great, I basically had brought 85% of the players on any given night though. Money was rolling in and Guru was back on his feet. He had also dropped from 230 pounds down to a fit 190. His confidence was at an all-time high. He still kept his serving job initially because the bulk of the profit was going towards knocking down start-up costs, keeping up with utilities/rent, and stocking food/drink. With this new found swagger he was talking a big game at the local Olive Garden. A few months prior he couldn't get a girl to look his way, now he is banging some fresh 18 year old servers. He wasn't used to this and got very confused. I mean these girls were hoes, and he was looking to save them. A tough task when you can't save yourself. I remember some two legged pig he was talking to. She would threaten to **** another guy if he didn't snap deliver her food, cigs, and wine coolers. In his head they were dating. This really started to deter him from the main focus of making money.
During this period of him dating these girls, our gym sessions were drying up. He made all types of excuses why he would have to blow it off. I knew it was because he had do give these no-car having hoes a ride. When I called him out for this, he told me the girl he was talking to did have a car. Her parents just wouldn't let her drive because she had a pill problem. That same girl he would bring to the game. She would funnel down the free drinks and flirt with other guys there. Pretty sure everyone could have ran a train on her. Guru would get real jealous and start getting flustered. Misdeals, never knowing who it's on, pushing the pot to the wrong person, etc. I finally lost it on him one night when he had this slut hiding in the bathroom. He said he needed a quick bathroom break, and didn't come back for about 8 minutes. When he came back we all started asking what took so long, eluding to the idea he smashed on his restroom break. He swore he didn't, but I wasn't buying it. I would make him get dressed up to deal. Gotta look professional right? Slacks, dress shirt, and bow-tie. The night in question he was in a Black dress shirt, but didn't take the time to take his shirt off for the quickie. He had dried cum shining all over the front of his shirt. It was disgusting and he wasn't allowed to finish dealing. He was like the Monica Lewinsky of poker dealers. Also just thinking back, I did hit up that girl about a year later when she was of casino age. Brought her to Foxwoods and smashed obviously.
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Of course we had so many fun nights there, but the stress of Guru not bringing players and having his head up these girls asses was taking a toll on me. I still can clearly remember him telling me about the new server he brought home the night before. He said she was 18 and fighting with her ghetto boyfriend, AKA Black kid. Well he showed her his fancy place and told her he would get her out the hood. He told me how she gave it up that very first night even though she had a significant other. When I asked him how it was, his exact response was "Meh, she definitely takes a larger size". It was really ridiculous when a couple weeks later is seemed like they were now dating. He said she left her ex for him. Absolutely insane how delusional he was. This girl had his interest in running the game at zero. He basically brought no players and dealt like ****. I would lose my mind hearing time after time about him allegedly having 5 players coming every game. Then in reality, possibly having one player. He got so pathetic, he would bring dates to play. I remember him meeting a girl on Tinder, bringing her to game, then staking her for $40. Just to say he actually brought a player. He tried to keep it a secret that he put her up. But, the cover was blown when I cracked her AA with AQ after she ran it up to $220. We got it in on an queen-high flop, then Guru was sick about how he put a third queen on the river. You could see it on his face, and once felted we got the broad to tell us he put her in action. She did end up blowing a player that night for a ride home after getting tipsy in the loser's lounge. This stuff makes me wish I had the patience to detail out all these individual memories. But I always find myself trying to rush a huge time period together. I could write a novel on how ridiculous some of these nights were. Anyways, he would manage to find guys who were more down & out then himself. I never seen so many people try to buy into a $1-2 game with $20. One of these kids lost his $20 and started pulling **** out his pockets to sell for more chips. I'm going to list some of the things he pulled out and I promise you I am not lying. A Snickers bar, a $2.50 Mohegan chip, a girl's belly button ring, and a 4 leaf ****ing clover. I think I gave him $20 for everything, he was terrible and was going to lose anyway. Guru's dusty players ended up affecting my guys. I had more serious players and this low-level nonsense was getting to be too much. He was in total love with this new girl who he had just taken from another guy and I realized it was best to close up shop.
(Girl with "Ghetto BF")
We both had some hard feelings with each other at this new falling out. I felt like he was a sucker. He was so ******ed he thought I was hating on him for having a girl. So we didn't hang out too much after that. Thinking back, she was the girl that he had driving down to A.C. when he didn't want to give up the room for the deposit back. The one I made turn around after 3 hours into her drive. This girl had his priorities all ****ed up. He spent all his time and money on her. Then 2 months into the relationship he got that 18 year old server pregnant. She wanted to get rid of it, but he wanted her to keep it. I wondered what her parents thought about this 25 year old Degenerate mouth breather getting their princess pregnant. He had no shame and asked her to marry him a few months later. Then he decided it was best to expedite the process considering he had a deployment coming up in a few months. He wanted to lock her down badly. They started dating in January and were getting married at the town hall that August. He now had a wife, it was so laughable to all that knew him.
Now September rolls around and it's time for deployment and he does everything in his power to avoid this. He doesn't want to leave his new wife and miss the birth of his son(Slot Guru Jr.). He somehow gets his departure date pushed back to October, then returns home for the Thanksgiving somehow. I think she was due late December and he managed to get a funded program to pay for a trip home right after the birth. At this point he was really trying to come up with a way out of returning, but he just isn't the type to pull the trigger on anything ballsy. So back to the Middle-East for him.
At this point we were talking a bit more because he had no one to talk to from home but his wife basically. He was getting hazed a decent amount I think. He was vague with what he would tell me. But I'm pretty sure his piers in his unit didn't respect him. Not sure if it was because he was a sucker or because he couldn't do a pull-up. Then something serious happened. I can't say for sure what exactly went down, but it was some sort of sexual harassment. He claims a used blow-up doll was thrown at him, but doesn't sound right with the other details I could piece out of him. At least one other other guy in his unit lost rank and pay for this incident. He had to sign a statement and was transferred to a non-combat zone for the rest of his deployment. There he held no job and spent all day Face-timing with his wife, playing poker, or activities like flag-football. I'm not making this up either, I talked to him on the phone once when he was in the hospital there. He was clearly heavily medicated and said he was there for surgery on his ass. When I asked him a few weeks later about it, he chalked it up to the food there giving him some issues. This hospital conversation was in between the incident and being transferred to a new location. I just going to say it, him being sodomized with a foreign object is -300 for you gamblers out there.
So he spends March - June of this year healing before I start getting the excessive phone calls. It started off slowly, seemed like he was really stressed and would complain about his wife acting funny. I told him not to worry about it, because he has always painted her as a picture perfect saint. That she was at home all day taking care of the new-born. But it gradually got worse. He didn't understand why she may be up to something. He took great care of her while he was on track for the $50k tax-free deployment pay. Which was sickening to me, knowing he was sitting there doing absolutely no work after snitching, but collecting the tax dollars. Anyways, he paid off her $7,300 student loan, made all $500 payments on the brand new Corolla he bought her before he left, put $10k into remodeling her parents apartment where she lived with his son. He also gave her $300 weekly spending cash for the baby. Before she would just swipe the debit card, but now she was taking cash out the ATM. She also started working at Olive Garden again and this had Guru sick to his stomach. The more and more I hear about this relationship, I realize she is an evil scandalous hoe. Guru was just a sucker for love schlump that became the victim. The amount of calls I had to endure was ridiculous. He was such a pussy, scared to call her out for anything. He asked me to stake out her work one night and make sure she didn't leave with anyone. I agree and pull into Olive Garden parking lot around 10pm. I inform him that her car is not in the parking lot. He immediately calls her. She sends him to voicemail, then texts back that she is finishing up with work. I watch for 45 minutes while on the phone with him before she beeps in. He texts me asking if I see her walking out. Not a single person has come out. She said she was walking out at that time. The lie-detector test determines that was a lie! 15 minutes later he calls me and says to leave, that she is on her way home and isn't sure what happened.
The next day this sad sack of **** makes the most absurd excuse. His theory was that she left work early and was in a "long" line at Taco-Bell to get food. She didn't want him knowing she was ordering food because she was embarrassed. That he may make fun of her because she hasn't taken much weight off since the baby. When I asked him what the **** makes him believe that bull****, he said he seen the charge on his debit. Ya right, she was probably buying the guy she was with food before dropping him off after they ****ed and smoked. Didn't matter though, his worries got worse. He finally found a picture on Facebook that a Spanish co-worker of hers posted. This was the guy he had suspected her of talking to. It was posted on a night she was MIA, she also liked the photo. It was only of pic of two drinks on a bar, at her favorite restaurant. Also had Guru's Army lanyard that is connected to the car keys he left her with sitting on the bar. He lost his mind this day and was still scared to call her out for it. He asked me to contact the kid and get info. Survey says, she was with him in that pic and that they did hook up. This kid also claims there is others guys she talks to. I finally talked Guru into having the balls to ask his wife's mother for the phone records because she is on her parents plan. After reviewing the records he found many calls and text between her and male co-workers. Seemed like deja vu to me. I remember a year and a half ago hearing about this same girl cheating on her boyfriend with co-workers(Guru). He started to lose it and was saying he was done with her. She refused to let him view her Facebook messages and denied everything. This continued on and he kept scrambling to get sent home early. He chose to threaten to kill himself, somehow he was allowed to leave early for a "family emergency".
It was late August when he got home, and I was in Florida on my new venture which I had been telling him about. He was distraught from the infidelity and wanted a new path in life. He was constantly using the baby as an excuse to stay with her. He admitted to me that he took her for an actual lie detector test that ran him between $600-$800. She failed miserably and has had multiple partners. Also came out that she really isn't attracted to him. She had a thing for urban style. I told Guru to do something special for her. Paint his dick Black, that she might enjoy that. He still loved this girl that he had known less then 2 years. He just prayed that she would change. Only support he had was me, I told him to leave her. So he was torn on what to do. I suggested he travel down to Florida and start over. He thought that may be a decent idea, considering the wife wasn't putting out(for him) and he wasn't picking up girls like he used to. He started to fantasize about being a whole new man down there. That's when he suggested we start calling him Max instead of Matt(real name). He was serious, but he couldn't think of a last name. Then it dawned on me, Cuckold! Max Cuckold. Fit him perfectly, also had a nice ring to it.
To be continued...
The photo-shops then ran rampant
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