by Suzie Nelson
I closed my laptop and lay down on the large king size bed for a while just to gather my thoughts. I was looking forward to the evening with Jenny and I knew that stressing about the whole challenge of proving myself in the casino business wouldn’t do a thing to help me. I always performed better when I wasn’t under any undue stress and I decided to let the whole 6 months period play itself out. I was ready and willing to take any opportunities that came my way but I also wanted to remember that I was in Vegas where good times were on offer 24/7 and I didn’t want to turn into one of those businessmen who never did anything but eat, sleep and drink business.
My cell phone beeped twice and when I looked it was a message from Vivienne, my dear grandmother.
“Time waits for no man, hope you are working hard,” it read and I found myself wondering, for the hundredth time, if Vivienne ever thought about anything other than money. She often sent me these kinds of messages and I’d long since given up trying to get her to stop. I must admit, there were times when I was tempted to turn my back on her and leave the way my father did; drift away from that ‘money and nothing else’ mindset, but she was my only relative and deep in my heart I knew she only meant well for me. And that was something my father could never understand.
“The sleeping man gathers no top dollar,” I replied to Vivienne via text message. It meant absolutely nothing, but I’d discovered that the best way to reply to a message like the one I’d just received from her, was with a surreal message of my own.
“Right on!” Vivienne texted back and I just had to smile. It was a bit of a nuisance, but I still preferred these text messages to having an hour long phone conversation with my grandmother, so I felt grateful that she’d texted and not phoned.
***
There were still about two hours left before I had to pick Jenny up in front of her hotel and I set my alarm clock to wake me up in an hour. I drifted off to sleep relatively quickly and had the strangest dream. I was standing on a rooftop and Jenny was standing next to me. We were looking out over a large desert and I wondered what kind of building we could be standing on. I turned to look at Jenny and she had a strange expression on her face.
“The sleeping man gathers no top dollar,” she said and I woke up in a cold sweat. I realized that I’d just dreamt about the stuff that was on my mind, as Jenny had simply repeated the words I’d texted to Vivienne earlier that day, but I still thought that the dream had an eerie sense of reality to it. I didn’t feel like having any more dreams like that and gave up on the idea of having an afternoon nap before meeting Jenny for a night out in the town.
I got up and decided to get dressed. I put on a Fabiani shirt and black silk trousers and selected a particular dapper looking pair of real leather Texas boots to go with it. I thought the outfit was a welcome change to the very fancy kind of Armani suits I often wore and I felt ready for some real adventure.
“Hold on, my sexy little card counter, here I come,” I muttered to myself and couldn’t help but put on a seductive smile as I took a final approving look at myself in the full-length mirror.
JENNY
I hit the Luxor casino around 4 pm and thought there would be enough time to play a couple of hands of Blackjack before I had to meet Francois in front of my hotel, but I got stuck at the bar.
I’m not a big drinker, but for some reason, I just felt like having a glass of wine before I started gambling; something I’d never really done before. It’s not that I felt nervous about playing Blackjack. God knows I’d been at the game long enough not to suffer from my nerves just because I was placing bets of thousands of dollars on the outcome of a stack of paper cards. I don’t think I was feeling any extra pressure from the fact that I still had about $200,000 to go before I would be able to pay for my mother’s operation. It was all just a little bit of excitement, I think, about the prospect of seeing Francois later that evening, although I would never admit this to a living soul.
I sat there sipping my glass of wine and ignored all of the hungry stares I got from the lonely middle-aged guys at the bar and found myself thinking about my love life, or rather the absolute lack of it. I’d been so engrossed in getting my own back at the gambling institutions as revenge for the fact that my dad had been a gambling addict that I never really had time for a boyfriend over the last 5 years of my life.
Sure, there had been some rolls in the hay with some attractive guys, but I’d never met that one man who truly knocked my feet out from under me. I thought about Francois and asked myself why I was looking forward so much to seeing him again. He was incredibly good looking, sure, but there was something more to it than just appearances. I realized that I was curious about him; curious about who he really was and where he’d come from…curious to know what made a guy like him tick and wondering whether he’d ever really fallen for any woman in his privileged life.
I ended up not gambling at all at the Luxor and, after spending about an hour sitting at the bar thinking about men in general and nothing in particular, I got up and walked back to my hotel room. I wasn’t dressed appropriately for the evening yet and wanted to put on something that would really blow Francois’s hair back. I’d started thinking about our night out as a ‘date’…something I’d not experienced for a very long time.
I spent much longer than usual getting dressed and putting on my make-up. I decided to put on my favorite red dress, the one with the very low-cut neckline and finished it off with a pair of silver shoes. It was a little over the top, but then again over-the-top was me at my best. I enjoyed amplifying the attention I always drew with my well-rounded bosom and always accentuated it even more with revealing blouses or daring dresses. I guess some people would call my behavior exhibitionist, but I’d long since given up on trying to figure out why I liked certain things and why I enjoyed turning men on without getting too physically involved in the process. I often thought that many women of my age were far too worried about pleasing the general expectations of those around them instead of just being themselves.
When I was finally done putting on my makeup I took a look at myself in the mirror and felt pleased with what I saw. Perhaps there were more picture-perfect model types on the Vegas Strip than me, but none of them were going to shine much brighter than Jenny Blake that evening; of this, I felt certain.
I only had to wait for about 5 minutes before Francois came walking up briskly to where I was waiting for him. He looked incredibly hot and I was slightly surprised to see that he’d dressed up in a more adventurous outfit than the suit I’d been expecting. He looked like the perfect mix between a hot French gigolo and a cowboy with his shiny boots and again I felt that crazy little tingle down my spine that I’d felt the first night I’d met him.
“Slow down girl, just you slow down now,” I thought to myself as he kissed me on my cheek. I didn’t want him to notice that I thought he was looking even more gorgeous than usual.
“You look like someone who’s walked straight out of one of my dreams, mademoiselle,” he said and I liked the way he said it without making it sound like a joke…almost as if he really meant it. I kind of liked the way Francois had walked over to my hotel, rather than taking a taxi, as it felt like we were in some kind of classic movie or something as we strolled down the Strip together.
“How far did you have to walk?” I asked, knowing exactly what the answer was as I’d been spying on my dear French cowboy earlier that day and knew that he was staying at the Golden Nugget, no more than about 300 hundred yards away from my own hotel.
“Oh it’s been quite a distance for me, I’m staying at the MGM Grand,” he replied and I felt like my heart falling through my chest a little right then. I looked at him, but his eyes didn’t betray any sign of the fact that he’d just told me a stone-faced lie.
I pretended not to be the wiser for his lie but deep inside me I suddenly wondered if he was some kind of con-man out to take me for a ride. Why on earth would a guy like him lie about the place w
here he was staying?
Was he married? Was he some kind of private detective who’d latched onto the fact that I was in Vegas to lighten the pockets of a number of casinos? God knows it would not be the first time that I’d picked up a tail of that kind and I didn’t feel like going through that kind of trouble again. I almost suggested that we should just cancel the whole evening, but then thought the better of it.
“Fuck you Mr. French conman, I will find out who you are,” I thought to myself and gave him one of my sweetest smiles as we continued to amble down the Las Vegas Strip like two movie stars from a forgotten era.
FRANCOIS
“Where would you like to go?” I asked as we strolled down the city with locals and tourists milling around us to the beat of the taxis and the music coming from the casinos; luring careless travelers inside to be separated from all of their cash and life savings.
“I’ve been thinking about the Luxor casino for some reason,” Jenny responded. I thought she looked just incredible with the flaming red dress she had on for the evening.
“The Luxor it is then,” I replied and we soon found ourselves inside the giant pyramid shape of this landmark casino.
“I have a suggestion,” Jenny said and I was ready to play any game she wanted.
“The lady’s wish will be my absolute command,” I replied.
“I would love to entertain you a bit more with my gambling skills and it would be great if you can sit at the bar again and watch me like the first night we met.”
I took my place at the bar and watched as Jenny sat down at the Blackjack table. I knew that she would have to get rid of the Pit Boss who was moving around amongst the Blackjack tables. This would probably require Jenny to lose a couple of hands first, but I thought it would be so much more entertaining if she could get right down to business so I created a distraction for her. I moved over to another Blackjack table where the maximum bet was $500 per hand and loudly announced my arrival.
“I want the maximum bet at this table to be raised!” I said to the dealer and, just like I had expected it would do, my voice drew the attention of the Pit Boss standing at Jenny’s table. He walked over to find out what the disturbance was.
This gentleman would like to have the maximum bet at the table raised,” the croupier said and I nodded my head the way a drunken wealthy gambler would.
“I have come here to make good money, not to play with peanuts,” I said and out of the corner of my eye I could see Jenny smiling at my little acting stunt.
“I’m sorry sir, but the betting limit at this table cannot be raised at this time,” the massive Pit Boss, who looked a bit like an overgrown pitbull terrier, said while he looked at me with a strict expression.
“Ah well, let me have some more drinks first before I start playing then,” I said and moved back to the bar. I knew that the Pit Boss would be watching me like a hawk for the rest of the evening and this should give Jenny all the freedom to do her card counting thing.
It wasn’t long before Jenny had racked up enough winnings to do her signature move; the double-up final bet. I saw the Pit Boss looking in Jenny’s direction and knew that I would have to do something to distract his attention again at this crucial point.
“Mon Dieu! What kind of casino is this that can only afford to see $500 bets at a time?” I said way too loudly as I sat down at the Blackjack table again. It had the desired effect as the Pit Boss immediately walked over to my table again. This time I could see that he meant business.
“I have told you before, sir, the limit at this table cannot be raised at the time and if you do not want to play for $500 maximum bets you are welcome to move to one of our other tables where the maximum limit is much higher.”
“No, I have a feeling this table will be lucky for me so I want to play here,” I replied like a stubborn spoiled child and soon I was engrossed in a most entertaining little exchange of absolute nonsense with the Pit Boss while Jenny doubled up her final bet. I could see that she had a mountain of chips in front of her and I knew that she was using the distraction to go in for the kill.
A cheer went up from Jenny’s table and I knew that she had won big…again.
“Never mind, I do not feel like gambling anymore,” I said and the Pit Boss looked almost relieved when I got up and moved back to the bar. He would never have gone as far as trying to chase me out of the casino, as the Pit Boss was simply there to make sure that no one cheated at the tables; not to act as a bouncer and I probably looked like the kind of wealthy man who might lose a lot of money later on, once I decided to start gambling, so he’d just sucked up my erratic behavior in the hope of watching me lose my money later.
Jenny disappeared for a couple of minutes and I realized that she was cashing in her chips. I thought it would be a good idea for the both of us to leave the scene of the scam and I walked over to the door to wait for her. We hadn’t discussed what we would do once Jenny had finished gambling, but it was as if we had some kind of psychic connection and I soon saw her walking towards me with her handbag safely clutched under her arm. It probably contained tens of thousands of dollars and I left the Luxor to wait for her outside, in case the Pit Boss or someone else was watching one of us. I didn’t want some clever staff member of the Luxor to figure out that Jenny and I were in cahoots.
Once we were both outside and out of sight Jenny walked up to me and I turned around and took her in my arms on the spur of the moment.
“That was incredible!” she said, “We were like some kind of perfect team and I just won $78,000!”
“That’s fantastic!” I exclaimed, “I could see that Pit Boss was going to be making a nuisance of himself so I just thought it would be fun to leave you free to gamble without his attention.”
Without thinking, I planted a kiss right on her mouth and I could feel her responding to the touch of my lips on hers.
“I had the strangest dream when I took a nap this afternoon and now it has given me an idea,” I said and I could see that Jenny was most interested to find out what I had in mind.
“Pray tell, what kind of naughty adventures have you been dreaming up for us?” she asked and I realized she was having some kind of rush from the combined effects of her winning at Blackjack and the obvious chemistry between us.
“I want to take you to the roof of the Golden Nugget casino and stare out over the city with you,” I said and the twinkling of her eyes told me that she was ready to go there with me.
“How will we get access to the roof?” she asked.
“Don’t you worry about that, ma chérie,” I said, “I am a man of many surprises.”
JENNY
Francois had access to the service elevator that took us straight to the rooftop of the Golden Nugget. I was burning to find out what he was hiding and how his secret residence in a penthouse suite at the Golden Nugget fitted in with the rest of the picture, but my curiosity could wait. It seems both of us had more pressing matters on our minds once we got to the rooftop.
Francois took me in his arms and kissed me gently, parting my lips with his tongue and I felt a bolt of electricity going through my body as our tongues collided like stars on an unavoidable collision course.
Soon his hands were everywhere and his gentle fingers set the rest of my body on fire like flashes of lightning from the hands of the gods.
“You are so beautiful, ma chérie, so beautiful,” he kept whispering and I felt myself losing control as he kissed me on my neck and behind my ears.
I grabbed his cock through his expensive trousers and he audibly inhaled deeply as I did so.
“Let’s see if you can live up to my high expectations,” I teased as I slid his rock hard love stick out of its hiding place and, I have to admit, I was impressed. He had 9 inches of man meat for me to work with and I could see the lust sparkling in his eyes as I dropped down to my knees to take him in my mouth.
“Ah, si bonne…Mon Dieu,” he whispered and I nea
rly had a climax myself just from listening to his sexy French mutterings. I licked the tip of his cock slowly and then swallowed it whole; taking it all the way down my throat while I moved my head back and forth to the mutual rhythm of our desire. Then he took a condom out of his trouser pocket and effortlessly slipped it over his engorged member.
“Now let me send you a message with this French letter,” he smiled, referring to the French name for a condom or ‘FL’.
