Screwed by a Hooker

Posted by wynn on Jul 7, 2010 in Donkeys, Table Talk | 0 comments

I got screwed by a hooker last night.

No. It is not what you think.

I played bad in a short session. Even though I felted the same player twice with 7-2 (trip 2’s on one hand and trip 7’s on the other), my playable hands quickly became rags on the flop.

The entire table thought they would break some casino rule if they did not showdown every hand on the river, so there was no opportunity to put a play on anyone.

My last hand sucked. I got my favorite pocket pair: 8’s. That was about the time some street walkin’ skank sat down in Seat 10.

I think it was a woman, but she was big enough to play linebacker for just about any pro football team.

She had enough tattoos to play pro basketball.

At any rate, she re-raises me. The action folds around to me and I shove. I read her to have a hand like A-K.

She calls.

The flop comes 9-9-7 rainbow.

I show my 8-8. The ho sits there with a smug look on her face.

“You have Aces?” I ask her.

Smug.

“You don’t show?”

Smug.

“You don’t fuckin’ talk either, huh?”

The turn is a Jack.

A river 8 or 10 and I am good.

The river is a 6.

About 30 seconds go by and still nothing from him / her.

I figure I am good, so I toss a tip chip on my cards as I wait for the pot to get pushed to me in Seat 9.

Finally, she turns over her cards. One at a fucking time in slow motion.

A-A.