Seventeen girls. And I'm sitting here, dick in hand, trying to figure out which one actually knows what BJ means. Not Blackjack. The other thing. The game's called... well, it doesn't matter. What matters is this weird strip blackjack setup where every single girl keeps calling it "BJ" with this little smirk. The real models thing threw me at first. Like, actual women filmed for this, not some cartoon. Makes the whole thing feel dirtier somehow.

Card mechanics are whatever. Standard hit/stand, dealer busts if she goes over 21. But here's the kick. When you win a hand, they take something off. When you lose, same thing happens to you. Not that I cared about my virtual clothes. The first few girls, I'm thinking this is it. Cute blonde, nice tits, does this little shimmy when her bra comes off. But it's just... a strip show. Video loops. Nothing more. Got frustrated around girl number four. Kept losing on purpose just to see if the payoff changed. It didn't. Started wondering if I'd downloaded the wrong version or something. Checked the browser tab like three times.

Then I hit girl eleven. Dark hair, tattoo on her collarbone. Won three hands in a row. She's down to nothing. And instead of just standing there, she gets on her knees. The screen sort of... shifts. And there it is. The real BJ. Not Blackjack. Her mouth. The whole time I'd been grinding through these pixel tits and canned animations, and this one moment. The way she looks up at the camera. Made the previous hour feel almost worth it. Almost. Still annoyed that the other sixteen are just teases though. One of them, I swear, winked at me during a shuffle and I lost my mind thinking she was the one. Nope. Just a wink. Blue balls simulator with playing cards.