All In: The Flop

By JC Beleren

Warning: Contains 10,000 words of steamy mind control and bimbofication!

Pierce Kingston is the tech millionaire who has it all: a penthouse in the city, a stunningly beautiful girlfriend and an apparently charmed life. But beneath this mask of perfection Pierce hides inner fears and insecurities that threaten to tear him apart. All Pierce wants is the friendship and respect of his greatest role model — billionaire Dwight Solomon. But when Pierce is invited to Solomon’s palatial mansion for a friendly night of poker, everything that he thinks he knows is flipped on its head. No one is who they seem, and Pierce’s supposed friends may just be using him as a pawn in a far bigger game.

When Pierce learns that poker table he inherited from his grandfather has the power to turn any woman into an obedient, sex-hungry bimbo it could be his chance for payback. But the only man who gets these powers is the winner of the poker game, and Pierce may not be the best player at the table. Suddenly, Pierce may not just lose his pride, but also his perfect girlfriend as she starts to drift towards the other men with no thoughts other than mindless, steamy submission.

Can Pierce survive the intrigue and false friendships of a backroom poker game? Or his fears be realized when he learns that nothing he has is permanent and the price of admission is too high for even a millionaire to pay? And when someone else threatens to take all he cares about away from him, does Pierce have the strength to keep his emotions in check and go all in with everything to lose?

The All In trilogy contains themes of: bimbofication, bimbo transformation, hypnosis, mind control and harem sex — and contains MF, FF and MFF scenes! 18+

• Language: English
• Publisher: JC Beleren
• Release date: Feb 17, 2018

JC Beleren

Hi! I’m JC... or rather, that’s my pen name. (I’m kind of a nerd, so I took the liberty of borrowing and adapting the name of a character from my favorite nerdgfme — Magic the Gathering.) I’m an American student attending a Top 10 university for a highly-technical degree, but all my spare time I spend at a desk furiously typing out hot, steamy erotica and romance.I write what I like to read. That means mind control, hypnosis, domination and bimbofication. I can’t get enough of average guys who acquire the incredible power to dominate and control the women in their lives. Especially gorgeous, busty women with an attitude and an inner need to submit.All my books are affordably priced and available for free through Kindle Unlimited (if you're an Amazon guy or gal). Many are also free on Literotica and mcstories (links coming soon!). But... if you want to support me to continue writing the books we both love (and if you want some sweet perks as a bonus for being so generous!) you can subscribe to my Patreon page: patreon.com/jcbelerenYou — yes, you, the person reading this right now! — are the reason I write. Sure, my stories turn me on, but if I didn’t have you to share my stories with I wouldn’t have a reason for writing them in the first place. Your comments and thoughts, therefore, are like my oxygen. If you read my stories, please leave a review. Positive or negative, I don’t care so long as you tell me what you think so I can continue to improve my stories to better please your erotic fantasies. If you don’t want to leave a public review, feel free to email me at belerenjc[at symbol]gmail[dot]com. (I have to write the email weird so I don’t get spam from the evil email spammer robots that are taking over the galaxy).Please enjoy my stories. I wrote them for you. Happy reading!

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Chapter One

Manicured lawns and trimmed hedgerows on either side of the gravel driveway made me feel like I was traveling back in time to an English manor house in the early 1900s. Or maybe onto the set of Downton Abbey. However, despite the peaceful setting my hands gripped the wheel in a viselike grip as we rolled up a drive that, by its length, was more like an entire private road. I can’t believe one man owns all of this, I thought, the smooth green grass extending into gardens on either side for quite some distance.

Don’t worry, lover. Carla’s voice was soothing as she rubbed my shoulder through the black leather jacket I wore. They’ll like you. They already do. Otherwise they wouldn’t have invited you to their poker night.

Maybe… I thought, but I kept the thought to myself. Instead of voicing it I just let an easy smile settle across my features. You’re right, darling. I glanced over to meet the gaze of my beautiful girlfriend. And thank god you’re here, at least.

Carla smiled that smile of hers that melted my heart and for a moment I felt better. Dwight hadn’t set a dress code so I went for business casual — leather jacket and slacks with a pair of dress shoes I’d only worn once, to my father’s funeral a little less than a year ago. I’d been a little confused when I was told to bring along my girlfriend of two years, since I’d always assumed poker was a guys night type deal, but Dwight had assured me than the ladies did their own thing while the men enjoyed the masculine pleasure of drinking and taking each other’s money.

I tried not to crane my neck out the window and gape as I pulled up in front of the mansion at the end of the gravel drive, my new Ford pickup nonetheless seeming out of place as I parked next to a sleek silver Jaguar, a classic golden Bentley and a flashy red Lamborghini Aventador. Definitely Kett’s, I thought when I saw the Lambo. Despite Carla’s assurances that everything would be fine, I had treated tonight almost like a business meeting — researching my potential opponents (and hopefully my new friends) so I felt fairly confident that I was armed with enough information to understand their every move.

I was no stranger to luxury — my success in the tech industry had seen to that — but on this scale? I felt more than a little bit intimidated as I stepped out of the cab