by Suzie Nelson
FRANCOIS
As I sat at the bar, watching Jenny struggling away at the Blackjack table while the Pit Boss kept a close eye on proceedings, it struck me that I’d been missing one very obvious fact which had been right there in front of me for the past two evenings. I’d been sitting all by myself, for the most part, at each of the bars in the various casinos that I’d accompanied Jenny to and in this very fact lay an obvious truth and hidden opportunity that neither I, nor the competing casino owners, had noticed.
The bar I was sitting at, just like the one I’d been sitting at the previous evening, had attracted very few guests and was little more than a part of the casino décor. But surely, I thought, gamblers would be more likely to gamble big and have a generally more spend-thrifty demeanor after a healthy couple of drinks, wouldn’t they? I made a mental note to get some extra waiters at the Golden Nugget and to instruct them to serve all of the guests with free alcohol to help business along.
I was feeling good about my general grip on the business of the Golden Nugget. I’d had a phone call with the private detective who’d been feeding me and the other shareholders information about Jenny Blake and had asked him to send all future intel to me directly and not to the other shareholders. He was reluctant at first, but after I’d offered to double his existing rate of payment he soon agreed that my suggestion was a wise one. This would prevent another psychotic phone call from Peter Parkin, or one of the other shareholders, about the fact that I was spending another evening or two in the company of Jenny Blake.
The conversation I’d had with Gary Tomlin, the private investigator who was doing the surveillance on Jenny Blake, had actually been most informative. He seemed a nice enough fellow who was simply doing his job to the best of his ability; trying to keep all of the shareholders informed of his progress. I asked him to get some more personal information on Jenny’s family situation.
I wanted to know more about her personal history and asked to be informed of any important family related issues as I knew, from experience, that the greatest pressures in life almost always emanated from one’s family. I felt a little guilty for breaching Jenny’s privacy this way, but felt like this would be the best way of finding out what all of the driving forces behind her motives were and thought it might actually improve the prospects of us developing a lasting relationship.
I was already beyond the point of thinking about Jenny as just another fling. I’d never met a girl who excited me sexually the way she did whilst also intriguing my mind with all of her secretive ways and female attractions.
I was looking forward to every moment I could possibly spend with Jenny Blake and I wanted to know everything there was to know about her. She was like a journey I’d embarked upon and could never draw back from now. I felt like I was on my way to discovering all of the promise and beauty she was hiding somewhere inside and I realized that she’d already become a more important quest to me than my efforts to impress Vivienne.
“All the way, ma chérie…let’s go all the way,” I thought to myself as I took another sip of my single malt whiskey and gave Jenny an encouraging smile as she faced off once more with a Blackjack dealer and a Pit Boss standing close by.
JENNY
The Pit Boss just refused to move from his position. No matter how many times Francois tried to distract him, he never once shifted his attention from the Blackjack table where I was sitting. Apparently, this place had better preventative measures than the other casinos, as I was unable to do my ordinary build-up to the point where I was ready to strike the final blow.
I was up by only about $2,000 and the evening had ‘busted’ written all over it. Clearly, the Pit Boss must have caught onto the fact that I’d been winning too easily and consistently or, even worse, someone had warned the casino that I was going to be there that evening. If word had gotten out that a card counter was working the casinos on the Strip it wouldn’t be long before my photograph was circulated amongst the casinos and I would have no chance whatsoever to win the rest of the money I needed.
“Sometimes the only way around an obstacle is right through it,” one of my school teachers always used to say and I realized that I was faced with exactly that kind of obstacle. I was simply going to have to do the best I could with the Pit Boss watching; there was no way I could just walk away as I’d only gathered about $2,000 in winnings.
I suddenly had a flashback of the time when my mother and I discovered my father’s playing cards one evening while he was out on the town looking for alcohol and whores. He’d kept the cards hidden in a trunk and with it, we discovered a half full silver flask of whiskey. My mother poured herself a small glass of whiskey and I got a glass of milkshake, despite the fact that I’d begged my mother for my own glass of the alcohol.
“This is the devil’s liquid and I’m just having some of it to make sure your father has less to drink himself,” my mother said with a smile and took a small sip.
“Well I will just pretend this is my whiskey,’ I said and took a gulp of my milkshake, “now deal those cards and let’s see if the gods are smiling on us!”
We giggled like schoolchildren while we played some simple card games and that’s when my mother decided to teach me how to play Blackjack.
“It’s a game of sheer chance and you can never really win against the house in the long run,” my mother warned me as she dealt us each a hand.
“What is ‘the house’ and why can’t you win in the long run?” I’d asked innocently.
“The house is every gambling institution you play against; you know the place where your father gambles away our livelihood. You can never win in the long run because the odds are against you,” my mother answered, “the only way you’d ever be able to win against the house is if you somehow managed to memorize all the cards as they were dealt so you could calculate the odds in your head while you played.”
“But surely that’s impossible mom!” I’d exclaimed as my mother dealt me another card and taught me the basics of Blackjack, “no one can remember all the cards that way!”
“Difficult yes; impossible no. There are players that actually do this on a regular basis…they are called card counters,” my mother replied.
From that day on I was hooked. I started reading up about card counting and found out that it was a skill which had made some players very rich. I also read that the casinos and gambling houses banned anyone caught in the act of card counting, even though it was not illegal in any way. This went a long way towards exposing the hypocrisy of the gambling institutions. They advertised Blackjack as a ‘game of skill’ and yet when you used your card counting skills you got banned from playing! These gambling houses were lower than anything else on earth and I started formulating, in my young girl’s mind, how I could one day make them pay for all the hardship they’d caused me and my family.
“Will you take another card, madam?” the dealer asked and his voice shocked me back to reality. I realized, with horror, that I’d not been concentrating on the game and had lost count of the cards in my head; a cardinal sin for any good card counter. I was now reduced to just another gambler and I could actually feel little beads of sweat forming on my forehead.
“Hit me,” I replied and the dealer dealt me a king of diamonds, busting my total over 21. I’d just lost the entire $800 I’d bet on the hand. I looked up and caught a glimpse of the fucking Pit Boss and he was smiling.
You destroy people’s lives and then you stand there fucking smiling about it, I thought to myself and felt the indignant anger rising up inside of me.
“I will raise my bet,” I said in a calm voice and pushed $5,000 forward for the next hand. Even though I’d busted out badly in the previous hand,I’d gathered important information by seeing that last king dealt my way. I now knew that all of the tens and all of the picture cards had been dealt so my $800 which I’d lost on the previous hand had actually been a good investment. It had also set the Pit Boss’ suspicions at r
est, at least for now, as he turned around and looked over at the bar were Francois was making a nuisance of himself by speaking way too loudly and hurling insults at the ‘cheap casino’ for refusing to send him a private dealer over to the bar so he could gamble right there close to the watering hole and his favorite barman.
“13, will you take another card, madam?” the dealer asked after dealing me an absolute nightmare hand of a 6 and a 7. The fact that I knew there were no 10’s or picture cards out there that could bust me out was now useless, as any 9 would take me to 22 and also bust me out. I knew that only one of the 9’s had already been dealt so there were several more 9’s in the deck that could seal my fate. My decision was fairly simple; I had to gamble and take another card. The dealer had already dealt himself a 10 and an 8 so he was standing on 18. If I didn’t take another card I would be stranded on 13 and be beaten by the dealer’s 18, so it was no brainer. The only real question was whether I was going to double up on my bet. I’d already bet $5,000 on the hand so I could raise the stakes to $10,000 if I wanted.
I thought again of how the Pit Boss had smiled as I lost the previous hand and a sudden flash of anger flushed through my head.
“I will take another card and I will also double my bet,” I announced and pushed another $5,000 worth of chips across the table.
“This one’s for you, mommy,” I whispered and watched anxiously as the dealer prepared to toss me another card. I really couldn’t afford to lose $10,000 as it would put me way back on my schedule of saving up another $120,000. I realized I was now playing Blackjack much the same way my father had done while he was still alive; there was no skill involved in this particular hand; it was a pure gamble as I was unable to predict the next card’s likely value.
I now went through the same torture every other gambler faced when they sat down at a Blackjack table with nothing more than the favor of the gods aiding them in their battle against the house. My heart was beating in my chest and my mouth was dry as the desert.
“Please, please God just this one time,” I prayed silently as I watched the dealer put his hand on the top of the deck. Then he took the card and dealt it to me with a swift movement of his practiced right hand.
“It’s a 7 and the lady wins!” the dealer announced and I jumped up from my seat and let out a little shriek. I’d only won $20,000 and it was by no means a great addition to my grand total, but it had been one of the most riveting experiences of my life. I’d truly gambled this time with nothing more than a wish and a prayer and I’d come out on top! Perhaps the gods were truly smiling on me!
“No thank you, I will not play another hand,” I said after the dealer had tried to lure me back for another dip in the pool of gambling sin. I raked together my winnings and headed straight for the cashier. I’d won a little over $20,000 altogether and now only needed about $100,000 before I would have the $500,000 required to pay for my mother’s operation.
The downside of the evening’s little performance was that the Pit Boss had most definitely taken notice of me and I saw him speaking into his two-way radio as I got up to leave the table. The CCTV cameras, no doubt, would have recorded close up images of my face and I got the feeling that my incognito efforts, at least for now, might be over on the Vegas Strip. The casino would sell the information they’d put together on me to the rest of the casinos on the Strip and there was now very little prospect of me doing any more successful card counting in Las Vegas.
“Well done my little angel!” Francois exclaimed with a smile as I met him outside the casino.
“Thank you, my dear sir,” I replied and threw my arms around his neck exuberantly, “that was so much fun! Now please tell me you have another rooftop you can show me after all of that excitement.”
“I have something far better in mind,” Francois said in that low, sexy voice of his and I felt a stirring as my love juices started flowing to the more intimate parts of my body at the thought of another session of lust and passion with my gorgeous French playboy on a sultry Vegas evening.
FRANCOIS
The entire desert lay in front of us…as did the rest of the night and the rest of our lives.
I felt like the gambling of the evening had just been a prelude to the excitement I was experiencing now as I put down my foot on the gas pedal and listened to Jenny’s shrieks of excitement as my blood red Ferrari Testarossa carried us at the speed of light along the stretch of desert road.
“This is the only way to travel!” Jenny shouted and stood up out of her seat to let the wind blow through her long blond hair as we hit 140 mph. I wasn’t planning on taking the Ferrari out of storage until I was well settled into the casino business as I knew it would draw way too much attention for me to remain incognito, but I just thought what the fuck when I saw the glow of excitement in Jenny’s eye as we stood outside the casino.
“It sure is the only way, my blonde angel!” I shouted right back at her.
“That’s so funny, you sound just like my mother!” Jenny shouted.
“Why!?”
“She always calls me her little angel too!”
“Well, it seems we both know how to close our eyes to your wicked side!” I shouted again and Jenny laughed with reckless abandon.
It was more than a ride in a fast car; Jenny and I were speeding away from the rules tying us down to a society that didn’t really care for our happiness whilst only seeking the satisfaction of its own insatiable lust and greed.
When I finally slowed down and pulled off from the road my ears were hissing as a sudden silence replaced the deep animal-like growl of the V12 engine.
“I’ve never been so fucking horny in my entire life…I want you to sex me up right here and right now!” Jenny ordered and I was happy to oblige. I was ready to go myself. Fortunately, I had a condom with me and I slipped it on as I watched Jenny undress.
She pushed down her dress in one quick movement and stood there only in her bra and panties. Jenny Blake looked like an ancient goddess in the light of the desert moon and I hungrily took her into my arms and pressed my lips on her wet inviting mouth. She parted her lips for me and our tongues collided like comets in the night.
Then I picked her up and put her down on the hood of the Ferrari; spreading her legs to allow me to ram my rock hard cock inside her.
“Aaaahh,” she moaned as I started pounding her with no thought of foreplay or finesse. Her pussy was wet as a desert oasis and I was so hard that my erection was almost hurting me as I rocked my hips back and forth.
“I’m coming…fuck me harder…I’m coming!” Jenny shouted and then we both erupted in the exact same moment as the stars of our desire lined up perfectly in the hot desert night...
“That was the most incredible ride of my life!” Jenny exclaimed as we both struggled to regain our breath.
“The ride in the Ferrari or me riding you on the Ferrari?” I asked jokingly.
“Both,” she answered, “But don’t even think for a second that this is over…I’m only getting started on you!”
Jenny was insatiable and I allowed her to sweep me along like a rushing tornado. When she’d reached her second climax I took over the reins again and she totally surrendered to me. This time I was gentler and stroked her hair as we made love like teenagers. When I finally climaxed I fell over on top of my blonde goddess and just breathed deeply in unison with her own gasps for air.
I realized that I had a bad thing for her…this was much more than just a fling and I knew I would not be able to simply walk away from it like I had done so many times before in my life. Jenny and I had something much more than just sexual lust for one another; there was an almost spiritual edge to our mutual desire and I suddenly couldn’t give a damn if this gamble cost me a hundred family fortunes. What was the point of having all the money in the world if you had to give up something as magical as the chemistry I had with Jenny?
Our time was running out and I could tell from the reaction
s of the Pit Boss earlier that evening that the casinos were onto Jenny and her card counting. Jenny might soon find herself banned from all the Blackjack tables in Las Vegas and I found myself wondering what she would do if that happened. I also wondered how I would be able to find any further motivation in the gambling business if the only gambler I gave a damn about was not there at my side any more.
I decided to give Gary Tomlin, the Golden Nugget’s private investigator, a call and impress upon him the urgent need to furnish me with a report on Jenny Blake’s personal circumstances. Time was now of the essence and I needed to know what the driving force was behind her continual efforts to play and win at Blackjack. I could tell that she was driven by far more than a mere desire to pay back the casinos for the suffering of her youth and it was also much more than a simple desire to win money.
I was hooked; mesmerized; addicted to the mystery she held. I simply had to find out everything about her and make her mine, all mine…to have and to hold for as long as we both continued to breathe this air of mutual lust and passion.
