Whore house Stories

When my pager went off, I was upping the ante, holding three deuces and an ace. The other guys around the table stared at me, bewildered. Our Friday night poker game didn’t have many rules, but the one rule we stuck to was no interruptions—pagers were to be muted or left in the other room. Whoever was calling had enough clout to get around the do-not-disturb function. "Stan, this is Lady Scarlet. You know who I am and whe...