"I guess we can call it a night," said Sam, looking at his watch. He whispered something to his pet, and she went to stand by the door.
"And a great night it was," declared John, "thank you so much, Sam."
Bob, Jimmy, and Hal all joined in offering thanks, and the hope that there'd be many more poker nights.
Jenny opened the door for them and, as her grandfather had instructed her, she gave each a goodnight kiss, on the lips with open mouth and a brush of her tongue. John was first, and as he kissed her, he grabbed a tit with one hand and her pussy with the other. She felt his middle finger slip inside her, and when he pulled it out, she felt odd, as if he'd left something behind. Bob was next, and he did the same. By the time Hal and Jimmy had gone and she'd closed the door, her pussy felt downright stuffed.
"That's a real puzzled look on your face, pet," Sam said as she turned towards him, "maybe you should check it out."
Jenny turned a bit away from her grandfather and poked her own finger in her pussy. Something was there, and she managed to catch it with her fingers and pull it out. It turned out to be a crumpled, and slightly wet, twenty-dollar bill. She went fishing in her cunt again, and ended up with three more twenties.
"Just a little tip from the boys to show their appreciation for a job well-done," he said to her, adding, "and you did do a very good job."
He handed her a fifty. "This is yours for winning the bet for me, honey," he said, "you can spend the cash on yourself anyway you want."
"Thanks, grandpa," she said as she neatened the bills and rolled them all together. "I'd better get everything cleaned up before Mom gets home."
"I'll give you a hand," her grandfather said, giving her still-red ass a squeeze.
With everything cleaned and put away, Sam went off to bed while Jenny headed to the shower.
The warm water was refreshing, and she washed off, and out, the accumulated jism of the evening. Her ass was still sore, both hole and cheeks, and she sponged herself very gingerly. As she showered, she reflected on the evening, and had some serious questions for herself.
She was worried about her grandpa's reaction, after all, he hadn't done anything to her at all. Was he angry at her? Didn't he want her anymore, that he was just giving her away to others? Was she too much of the slut for him?
That last question struck a nerve in Jenny's self image. She had never wanted to be a slut; it was her grandpa who made her do it, she felt. "But," she said to herself, "I did do it. I could have left, but I did what he wanted me to. And tonight, I did even more. I wanted to show those men how slutty I could be. I wanted to hear them want me. Christ, I even made a show of drinking cum to impress them. Am I really nothing but a filthy slut? I didn't even think twice about them shoving money up my hole. And they're all old and wrinkled. I never wanted to give myself to a dirty old man. But I never knew old men could fuck like that..."
Her questions were still unanswered when she finished her shower and her mother came home from the movies.
