“Oh, yeah, with who?” asked Riley.
“Well, there are these identical twin brothers. Freshmen that just joined the football team. The boys knew them, so I introduced them to Faith. They seemed to hit it off.”
“Oh, my God! She’s dating both of them! She’s trying to be like you?! That’s so boss!”
“Yeah, she’s really seen the light.”
“God,” said Riley. “I wish I could go back to college.”
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Chapter 1 (Fantasy)
The Fantasy
A large and sweaty man had his fingers wrapped around my throat. I held my breath as his grip tightened. His mouth was inches from my own. His breath was more pleasant than it should have been — it smelled of expensive bourbon with a hint of cinnamon.
“Is this your only daughter?” The big man asked my father.
“Yes,” came the gurgled answer from the corner of the room.
“She’s very — pretty.” He drew out the word pretty. It was almost a southern drawl. He could have been mistaken for somewhat charming, especially to girls who swoon at the drop of a sexy accent.
“Shoot him.” These were the next words out of his mouth. He said them directly to me, but I knew they were meant for his henchman — the lanky beast of a man with red eyes and tattoos up and down his arms that had accompanied him here today. This man currently had his gun aimed at the back of my father’s head. Their business was dirty, for sure. But I had no idea why they had come. Why did they want my father dead? My heart raced as I heard the gun cock.
“Please, please — I’ll do anything,” my father begged.
The big man let go of my throat and aimed his own gun at my stomach. He pressed it into me and laughed. I closed my eyes and prepared to die.
“You already had six months, Mister Case. Six fucking months. And did you make even one payment during that time? No. That makes me very sad. Trust me when I say I don’t like having men shot. It always makes a terrible mess. I’d rather they pay me back.”
“I will! I’ll pay you back!”
“Six goddamn months, Mister Case.”
The big man spit onto the ground next to me to emphasize his point. I felt the gun push into my stomach harder.
“What do you want with us?” I shouted.
The big man laughed again. I opened my eyes and got a very good look at the scar across his right cheek. I cringed at the sight of it — twisted and long — like a snake that was forever attached to the man’s face.
“Does she know who I am?”
“No,” I replied.
“My friends call me Richard. Your father knows me as The Crocodile. I make men’s fantasies come true. I’m a pimp, young lady. And your father borrowed some money from me. Yes, I’m also in the loan business.”
So, he was a pimp? A thought flashed through my mind. What if I gave myself to him to save my father’s life? I was a virgin — surely that had to be worth something to a man like this.
I felt my stomach fall as I choked out the words:
“Take me.”
The big man pulled his gun away from me. “Really? You want to come with me, young lady?” There was that drawl again on “lady”. It made me sick to my stomach every time he spoke. It was as if he thought of himself as some kind of gentleman.
“Yes. I’m a virgin.”
“No!” My father shouted. “Please don’t hurt my daughter. Just shoot me!”
The big man stepped back and took a good look at me. Yes, I was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, and my long red hair was pulled back, but I knew I still looked good.
The big man could see that too. He looked right into my eyes and smiled wide. “Green-eyed pretty lady. Green-eyed ginger. And a virgin too? Now we’re really getting somewhere. What do you think you’re worth?”
“More than you could afford if not for the current situation you’ve put us in,” I replied.
“Oh, I like this one so much.”
He cupped his palm to my face and massaged my cheek. I trembled as his breath caressed my upper lip.
“Please take me and let my father go.”
“You’re a brave woman, Miss Case. What’s your name?”
I couldn’t get it out. I didn’t want him knowing who I really was. He could find out if he wanted to, but I didn’t want it to come from me. My lip shook as he stroked it with his index finger.
“Never mind your name then. I’ll think of a suitable one for you. You understand that by agreeing to come with me you will be mine forever?”
“Forever?”
“Oh, God! No!” My father screamed.
“Yes, forever. Your father’s debts are great enough to warrant such a deal. And I can make a lot of money off of you.”
“Ok. I’ll come willingly.”
The gun was lowered and put away. He motioned for his thug to take the gun from my father’s head and it was done. To me this signaled his acceptance of my offer. I stuck out my hand to shake on our deal.
The big man took it and squeezed.
“Forever,” he said.
I felt like I now knew what it was like to sell your soul to the Devil.
*
Several months passed without much of note. I was kept in The Crocodile’s penthouse suite at the Peacock Hotel & Casino — one of Vegas’ most expensive and exclusive resorts. I wasn’t allowed to leave, so all my food was delivered via room service. Expensive clothes arrived for me daily and I was made to try on dresses and parade around the suite for The Crocodile’s pleasure. But he never touched me beyond a squeeze of my leg or a wandering hand sliding a little too close to my sex. He said it was too tempting to claim my virginity for himself, but that would “spoil” the product. He did take every opportunity to put his face as close to mine as he possibly could and just breathe on me. I think it was just one of the ways in which he reminded me who I belonged to now.
“You’ll join the other girls after I sell your virginity off,” he promised me on an almost daily basis.
One day he brought me a tight fitting red dress that accentuated all of my curves. He brought in a hairdresser to style my hair — she trimmed the frizzy ends off and made my hair smooth like red silk as it flowed around my shoulders and down my back. She didn’t say a word to me the whole time she was there. I think she was afraid of my captor.
“Tonight is a special night,” he whispered into my ear. “Daddy is so proud of you.” He swirled his finger around my cheek and planted a soft kiss on the back of my neck that sent every one of the hairs on my arm standing on end.
The dress had a plunging V-neck that showed off a little too much of my ample cleavage for my liking. The Crocodile wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. He rested his head on my shoulder and swayed me around the room as if we were dancing. I always let him do or say whatever he wanted. I feared my father’s life would be in danger if I talked back to him.
When we were done dancing to the silent music he stepped back and admired me. His eyes seemed to pivot back and forth and all around as they took every part of me in.
“Tonight could be the night you lose your virginity, my sweet Fantasy.”
Fantasy. That was the name he had given me. I held my real name deep within the bowels of my own heart. He would never get i
t out of me. But I have to admit that I liked the name he had given me. Fantasy — it was as if I wasn’t real — I wasn’t really here. I was just a dream, and thus not really under the control of this disgusting man. I was perfection itself — something outside the reach of everyone around me including The Crocodile. I drew a kind of strength from my new name and the feeling of all this not being real that it gave me. I couldn’t share that with my captor though. He could never know that I liked it.
“Daddy, are you selling me tonight?” I asked. He had instructed me to always call him daddy and it always gave me a lump in my throat each time I said it. But I had to be obedient.
“More like using you to place a bet,” he said. He drew out the last word as he usually did.
He was using me to place a bet. Was my virginity going to be gambled away in some card game? I had no idea if my captor was any good at such games, and part of me told me to doubt it. He had gotten rich from selling women’s bodies and giving out loans to desperate men like my father. He didn’t strike me as being a gambler — a man who enjoyed taking risks. He seemed more of a believer in sure things like finding men who would pay a large amount of money to take a beautiful woman’s virginity. There had to be something else about this game if he was going to use me as his bet.
I closed my eyes and tried to imagine the kind of men who might take part in an illicit game like this. In my mind’s eye I imagined shadows of powerful men surrounding me and knew that whatever happened to me it would not be pleasant.
“Are you ready, Fantasy?” He asked.
I applied some bright red lipstick and checked my face in the mirror one last time. I let my hair hang over one eye. Part of me didn’t want to fully see what was in store for me tonight. I would have hid under all my hair if I could.
“Yes, Daddy. I’m ready.”
He took my arm and led me out of the penthouse.
Chapter 2 (Cal)
The Billionaire
*
I closed the door behind me. The room grew silent as I strode in. I placed my hand on the small of the cocktail waitress’ back as I whispered in her ear:
“I’ll have a scotch on the rocks.”
My hand slid to her ass and I squeezed her cheek. She didn’t even flinch. She leaned in and whispered back:
“Meet you upstairs later?”
“Wait till two and knock three times,” I said.
“Of course, Mr. Wyatt,” she replied. She blew me a kiss as she sashayed off to get my drink.
I sat down at the gold encrusted table of six men and made sure my gaze fell on every last one of those bastards. I wanted them to know I was about to take every last penny they had brought with them. I knew that they knew it too. That was just the way this game was going to go. So many of them had in the past.
The dealer — a tall African American man with a baritone voice that could lull anyone into a false sense of security — smiled at me as he asked, “Are you ready, Mr. Wyatt?”
“Yes, Carl. I’m absolutely ready.”
“Ok then, let’s begin, gentleman,” said Carl as he began dealing cards to each of my soon to be victims.
“Cal, congratulations on the Diamond award. The Peacock is the finest casino in Vegas,” said a fat little man with wispy hair. This was Henry Siegan and I watched his hands shake and sensed he was fully aware he was about to get eaten.
“Oh, Henry, thank you. It’s wonderful.”
No one else bothered to say a word. They just sipped their drinks. Mine was set down before me and I raised my glass.
“Let’s play poker, gentleman.”
The waitress locked the door. No one was to be allowed in from this point on. This was the most exclusive game in Las Vegas — The Golden Table. A one million dollar buy in was the current cost. Few dared to play this game, as I was the undisputed master of the table. I had won the last four games. Was it luck or something else? I’m sure some of my victims suspected I was managing to cheat them somehow. I wasn’t — I was just that good. But it made these men fear me even more than they already did and that was a feeling I enjoyed very much.
There was a heavy knock on the door. “Let me in,” shouted a man whose voice I recognized instantly — Richard “The Crocodile” Hoffman. Richard was the biggest pimp in Las Vegas. He was currently staying at my hotel, so I felt an obligation to at least hear him out. I waved for the waitress to open the door and let the fat bastard in. He entered and slammed his drink on my table.
“I want in,” he said.
“Richard, you’re late. We’re about to start. Get out of here and come back next week,” I said.
“Cal Wyatt, you’re going to want what I’m offering.”
“Is that so?” I asked. The others laughed at my playful tone. “If it’s not a million dollars then I don’t know why you’re here.”
“I could give you a million dollars - yes, of course I could do that,” he said. “But I have something much more valuable today — a girl.”
We all laughed at that one. “Really, Richard? You think you’re going to buy your way into tonight’s game with one of your hookers? That’s something else, man. Get the fuck out of my room.”
The scum had the nerve to move in next to me and press his sweaty mouth against my ear. The only reason I didn’t turn around and clock him in the face was because he was proving mildly entertaining.
“Let me show you the girl,” he whispered.
I stood up and everyone’s eyes fell on me. “Gentleman, this man — The Crocodile — wishes to take part in our game tonight. He’s late and smells like he’s already drunk. He doesn’t want to pay our normal entry fee. He’s just got one of his whores to offer us. Do we let him join us? I have to admit, the only reason I don’t beat the shit out of him and throw him out is because I don’t want blood on my table or my floor. Should we let him play?”
“It’s up to you, Cal. This is your house we’re in tonight,” said Henry.
I grabbed The Crocodile by his shirt collar and shook him a bit just for fun. “Let’s see the girl.”
He ran to the door and swung it open. I had to hold my jaw up when I saw who was standing behind it. The girl looked to me about 5’6” and had long red hair that flowed down her back and around her shoulders. It seemed to be as smooth as still water. She walked in slow and careful. Richard took her hand and brought her before me. I looked her over at close range. She just looked down at the ground and smiled.
I placed a finger under her chin and tilted her face back upwards. The room seemed to spin a bit for me. I was sweating and my pulse quickened. My cock was also jumping around my pants like it wanted to be released. But I somehow maintained my composure. I always maintained my composure, but standing before this girl it just got harder than ever to accomplish.
Her full red lips seemed to call out to me. I wanted to kiss her so bad — no, needed to kiss her. I obviously couldn’t do that here in front of all these men. But for the first time in my life I was getting very close to losing control. My eyes locked with her dark green eyes. I kissed her cheek and removed my finger from beneath her chin. She lowered her gaze to the ground once more. I stepped back and admired the trail of her curves. I spent nearly a minute focusing my gaze on her large breasts and feeling an impulse to reach out and touch them. Of course, I restrained myself. I couldn’t help thinking that she was the live action version of Jessica Rabbit and I needed to make sure I got in on the action. The red dress clung to her thick hips. I imagined myself grabbing a hold of her and pressing our bodies together. I wanted to squeeze her juicy ass as I sunk into her. I could feel pre-cum leaking out of me just from staring at the girl. That has never happened to me before and I’m certain it never will again.
“Wow,” I said. “Ok, Richard, where did you find her?”
“Never mind that. But she is a virgin,” he replied.
“What’s your name, Miss?” I asked.
“Fantasy,” she said in almost a whisper.
“Fantasy. Is that your real name?”
“Yes,” she replied.
I was sure it wasn’t, but I wasn’t going to argue. She certainly seemed like my fantasy come true. I knew then that I had no choice but to let The Crocodile play and I had to win tonight’s game. No one else was going to be taking Fantasy home. I had one more thing I had to check though.
“How old are you?”
“Twenty,” she replied.
“Whoever wins tonight can keep Fantasy with them for one week. Then she must be returned to me. But trust me, one week with this young beauty is worth far more than the paltry entry fee this table usually charges,” said Richard.
“Let him play,” became the chant of every man in the room as they eyed Fantasy. I was sure there were a lot of very hard men here in that moment.
“You’re in, Richard. Sit down.”
I pulled an empty chair out for him. I placed one for the girl directly next to my own.
“I hope you won’t mind if Fantasy serves as my good luck charm for the evening?” I asked my prey.
“Not at all,” said Richard.
The cards were dealt. I grinned at the girl who was looking down at her pale hands. They were shaking. I placed a hand over them.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re going home with Cal Wyatt tonight.”
She didn’t look up.
*
The game went on for hours. Finally, it was down to The Crocodile and me. I had gotten very lucky. I was holding a Royal Flush. I looked The Crocodile in the eyes and grinned.
I laid my cards down. “Royal Flush. Looks like the girl goes home with me. Don’t worry, Richard, I’ll be gentle with her.” He threw his cards down in anger. I didn’t even bother to look at what he had.
I collected my chips and stood up. “Excellent game, gentleman. I’ll see you all next week?”
“I might need a break next week,” said Henry. “You’re killing me, Cal.”
“It’s what I do, Henry.”
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