by Sacchi Green
Then I walked into the ladies’ room. As I was washing my hands, a woman came out of one of the stalls.
“Hi,” she greeted me.
“Hello.” I reached for a paper towel.
“You look like you work here.” She pressed the soap nozzle as she ogled my gray shirt and slacks.
“Upstairs,” I responded. Then I took a good look at the woman. I could have been wrong but this was the cleavage on seat two of blackjack table three. She was shorter than I’d expected; maybe two inches shorter than me.
“Do they really watch us from up there?”
I nodded, not trusting my voice not to crack.
“Is that what you do?” the woman asked, as she rinsed her hands and reached for a paper towel.
“Yes. We’re always watching.”
She held out her hand and introduced herself. “Jerri Anderson.”
“Cheryl Oliver.” I finished wiping my hands and shook hers. “I haven’t seen you in here before.”
When Jerri raised her eyebrows, I clarified, “Not in the ladies’ room, I mean in the casino.”
Jerri chuckled. “I’m visiting with my sister. She’s playing slots.”
I could only nod.
“Does everyone wear uniforms up there?” She reached out and straightened my collar and necktie.
“Most, not everyone.”
“Do you wear it at home, too?”
“Not usually.” I chuckled. “Just when I’m on duty.”
“Then I’d like to see if you look as nice when you’re not wearing a uniform.”
I swallowed. If I hadn’t known better, I’d have sworn that this woman was coming on to me.
“I usually change before I go home.”
“What time is that?” Jerri asked.
“I get off at two.”
“Ah. Do you have time for a cup of coffee right now? I doubt you can drink on duty.”
I took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, I can’t. But if you’re still around when I get off, I’ll have one with you then.” If she was going to come on to me, I was going to return the favor.
“I’ll look for you, then.” With that, Jerri smiled, winked, and left the ladies’ room.
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Wow! did that really just happen? I threw the paper towel into the trash and headed for the monitor room.
“Anything I should watch for?” I asked Janie when I got back upstairs.
“Nah. Pretty quiet tonight. I lost track of your cleavage, though,” Janie told me.
“I ran into her in the ladies’ room,” I had to admit.
Janie looked at me, her eyes wide. “And?”
I shrugged. “Her name’s Jerri and she’s here with her sister.”
“And?” Janie pushed for more.
I looked down at the table in front of the monitors and straightened the pads of papers there. “She liked my uniform,” I said without looking up.
Janie laughed. “Is she straight?”
“I have no idea,” I shrugged with a small frown.
“You’re losing your edge, girl. You used to be able to pick them out right away.”
I laughed. “The cleavage looks better up close.”
“How close?” Janie asked as she picked up her backpack.
“Close enough.”
Janie laughed as she walked over to Jimmy. “Break time, buddy,” she told him as she slid into the chair he vacated.
I also slid into my chair.
“Well, look at that!” Janie called out to me.
I looked into the monitors. Jerri was back at a blackjack table and was waving to us.
“You must have made a good impression.” Janie laughed.
I licked my lips. Should I tell Janie that Jerri was going to meet me after my shift was over? No, better not, I thought. I don’t know what to expect.
When Jimmy came back from break, Janie spelled Blake and then Willy, who were watching the slot machines. Then she got ready to leave.
“Your friend seems to be waiting for something. Did you make a date with her?” she asked me. “That must be her sister over on the second rank of slots. She keeps going over to talk to her.”
“She’s over by the roulette wheel now.” I didn’t dare answer Janie’s question.
“Well, good luck,” Janie whispered. “Don’t forget to tell me what happens.”
“You’ll be the first to know,” I assured her.
At 2:00 a.m., the next shift arrived. Jimmy, Blake, Willy, and I got ready to leave. I first went into the ladies’ room and changed my shirt, then went out onto the casino floor.
“I like you better in uniform,” I heard.
I whipped around. Jerri was behind me.
“Hi,” I greeted her. “I didn’t know if you’d still be here.”
“I told you I would.”
I grinned, a little embarrassed. “Are you ready for that cup of coffee?”
“You still want coffee? Aren’t you hungry?” Jerri asked.
“I usually go home and make myself something.”
“We can do that,” Jerri stated. “Do you have a car?”
I nodded.
“I’ll tell my sister she can leave without me.”
Before I could respond, Jerri had walked away.
“You’ll get her home?” Jerri’s sister walked with us to the lobby. Jerry and her sister were both about the same size with dark hair, although the sister’s was quite a bit longer.
“I’ll be fine, sis,” Jerri said before I could respond.
“All right. Should I expect you anytime soon?”
Jerri looked at me. “I’ll call,” she told her sister.
The sister looked at me. “Be careful,” she said.
Jerri laughed as if it were the funniest thing she’d heard. “I’ll take care of her,” she said.
Sister gave me a strange look, but I couldn’t tell what she was thinking. She rolled her eyes.
Jerri and her sister kissed good-bye, and then Jerri turned back to me.
“Do you live near here?” she asked.
“Just about fifteen minutes at this time of night,” I told her.
“Then, let’s go.” She smiled.
I felt light-headed as she looked up at me. I pulled my keys out of my pocket so I wouldn’t stare into her eyes. Taking a deep breath, I said, “All right. I’m back there.” I pointed to the employee parking lot.
I drive an old pickup truck. It has a bench seat, not bucket seats, and Jerri slid closer to me than was necessary.
“I saw you wave up at us,” I told her, for lack of anything better to say.
“Did you enjoy it?”
I may have blushed. “Yes,” I told her. “Very few people even acknowledge that we’re there.”
“No, did you enjoy it?” she pushed on.
“Yeah, I did,” I admitted.
“Good.” She leaned over and kissed my cheek.
To cover my embarrassment, I asked, “Do you live near here?”
“About a hundred miles away. Just outside Wichita. But I get down here to visit my sister two, maybe three times a year . . . unless I have a better reason.”
“What would be a better reason?”
Jerry smiled. “Someone more exciting than my sister.”
The rest of the drive, Jerri asked me about my job and explained hers.
When we got to my apartment complex, I pulled my truck into my assigned space.
“Well, we’re here,” I said. Now, why did I say that? Of course we’re here.
We got out of the truck and walked to my door. I slipped my key into the lock and held the door open for her.
“This is a sweet little apartment,” she said, looking around the living room. “What are the neighbors like?”
“I have no idea,” I said, and closed and locked the door. “They’re already asleep when I get home and they’re just coming home from work when I leave. I have most of the day to myself. There aren’t many kids in t
his complex.”
“So you don’t know your neighbors?”
“I see them around but I can’t say I know them. I can recognize a few faces but I don’t know any names. I imagine I’m just that chick that lives in unit twenty-four.”
“How did you luck into this place? My sister knows all her neighbors. She can’t make a move without everyone knowing about it.”
“I think working nights might have something to do with it. I saw a for-rent sign on the corner. The rest simply fell in place.” I went over to the refrigerator, opened it, and bent down to look inside. “What do you want to eat?” I asked, looking into it.
“You.”
That stopped me. I’d never met anyone quite that . . . that . . . blatant. I turned as I heard her laugh.
“Didn’t expect that, did you?” she asked as I stood staring at her.
“Well . . . no.
“Let me guess,” she continued, “you’re usually the one to make the first move.” She chuckled at me.
I took a deep breath. “Mostly.” It seemed I’d been taking a lot of deep breaths tonight.
“Then this must be new to you.” It looked like she was enjoying my discomfort. “Maybe we’ll have to see what else is new to you.”
With that, she stepped forward and started to unbutton my shirt. I didn’t stop her.
As she undid the front clasp of my bra she asked, “Where do you want to do this?”
“Do this?” I asked in my totally dazed way.
“You do want to make love with me, don’t you? Or have I totally misread you?”
I could feel the heat rising on my face and in my crotch. How could I respond to that?
“The bedroom’s over there,” I answered, pointing down the hall.
“That will work,” she said as she headed for it.
I closed the refrigerator door and followed. When I got into the bedroom, Jerri was looking through the rack of neckties that hung from the closet doorknob.
“Do you wear all of these?” She let the ties flow through her fingers.
“Not all at once,” I said.
She laughed loudly. “I didn’t think so.”
“These black ones are part of my uniform; the rest are fun.”
She smiled up at me. “There are quite a few black ones.”
I think I blushed. “Well . . . ” I said, a little embarrassed, “I spill food a lot and it always ends up on my tie, so I have to make sure there’s always a clean one.”
She laughed the cutest light laugh. Then she slipped my shirt back over my shoulders.
I drew her into my arms and kissed her. Oh god! What a wonderful kiss!
I continued kissing her, only stopping long enough to lift her shirt over her head. We couldn’t get each other’s clothes off fast enough.
I pulled her down onto the bed with me. We still hadn’t stopped kissing. I looked down at her. She was perfect. Not muscular, but not soft, either.
Her skin against mine was amazing. And her breasts! They were full and firm and fit into my hands so perfectly.
What was I doing? This was a woman I knew nothing about, except that she lived near Wichita, Kansas, and had great tits. But this kissing thing was going to my head.
Then she rolled over on top of me, and kissed my breasts.
“Wait just a minute,” she whispered and got off the bed. When she returned, she had the rack of ties.
“What are those for?” I asked.
“Wait and see.” She winked, and straddled me.
She made a slipknot in one of them, then placed it around my left wrist. I could only stare at her. I was shocked by what she was doing. She tied the tie to the brass bedpost.
Then she started a slipknot in another.
“Whoa, whoa, wait a minute,” I said, and reached to untie the first one.
“No.” She laughed as she grabbed my right hand. “You’ll rip it.”
I must have been wide-eyed. I wasn’t sure what was happening. Well . . . I knew, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to believe it. I’d heard about stuff like this but I’d never experienced it. Not that I wanted to. Before I could protest again, she had my right arm tied to the other bedpost.
“Uh . . . ” I started. What was this? I hadn’t told anyone I was taking her home and her sister didn’t know who I was or where I lived.
“Shh,” she whispered, covering my mouth with her lips. “Just wait and see. Or not, as the case might be.” With that, she took a third tie and looped it around my head, covering my eyes.
“Jerri,” I began, but before I could say anything else, I felt her lips around my nipple. I inhaled sharply.
“Isn’t this better?” I heard her say. “When you can’t see something, it makes the feel of it even more amazing.”
“I can’t do this, Jerri,” I protested.
“Sure you can. Just give me five minutes, then if you really can’t, say Jerri from Wichita and I’ll stop. Just five minutes? Please?”
Well . . . I thought. Should I?
She didn’t wait. “Are you ticklish?”
“A little,” I answered
“Good.”
Then I felt her fingers traveling ever so lightly down my body. I tried to move, but she was wedged between my legs. Every time I bent my knee to get a little leverage, she’d pull my ankle to lower my leg again.
“Am I going to have to tie your legs down, too?” she asked.
“I’m not used to this,” I told her. I could feel nervous laughter threatening to erupt out of me. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Then you’re going to have to trust me, aren’t you?” She took my other nipple in her mouth while her hands roamed my body. It was incredible. I don’t think I’d ever been turned on so much in my life. This had to be a big leap of faith.
I could feel my body getting hotter and hotter. Even her little bites were driving me crazy. She’d been right; each touch was magnified thousands of times. I didn’t know where she’d be next. Soon, I thought I’d go out of my mind. I wanted to hold her, to kiss her, to make love to her, too. I wasn’t used to lovemaking that was all one-sided.
“All right,” she said, “that’s five minutes. Should I continue or go home?”
No, I didn’t want her to go home.
“Continue?” I whispered.
Her hand found my crotch. I inhaled, trying to keep from screaming.
“Are these walls thick?” she asked.
“I have no idea,” was my answer and at that point, I didn’t care.
“Maybe we’ll have to find out.” She took my clit between her fingers and rubbed it. But she didn’t just rub it. No, first she was on one side and then the other. Before I knew what was happening, the sensations were building up. I was moaning and gasping. I couldn’t control myself. She was everywhere. I was nowhere. I had no grasp on reality. There was nothing past the bed. There was no bed. There was just that incredible feeling blossoming inside of me.
I came to the edge of orgasm several times, but she knew immediately how to slow me down before I fell over that edge. Over and over again I teetered on the brink, but she always pulled me back. I was starting to lose it. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take this.
“You ready?” I heard her say. I think I nodded. Then the volcano erupted.
“Jerri!” I screamed. I don’t know how that name found its way into my mouth. “Good god, I can’t . . . no . . . how . . . ?” I couldn’t put together a cohesive sentence.
But she didn’t stop. And the feelings didn’t either. I don’t know how many times I orgasmed, how many times I screamed her name. Finally, she crawled up beside me.
“Shhh,” she whispered. “Shhh.”
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even think. I’d never had an experience like that before. Oh, I’d heard about them but I’d thought they were just someone’s fantasy, someone’s wishful thinking.
“How did that feel?” I heard her ask.
I shook my head. “Incredible
,” I gasped softly.
“Want to do it again?”
I took a very deep breath. “I want to do it to you.”
I heard her laugh. “Nope. No one does me like that.”
“No one?”
“Nope.”
“Why?” I couldn’t fathom why she wouldn’t want something that incredible.
“Because I don’t let them.”
“Why not?”
She didn’t answer but said instead, “I bet you’re hungry. I’ll get you something. Is there anything in the refrigerator you can’t eat?”
“No,” I managed to say.
“Don’t go anywhere,” she said as she got off the bed. I was still tied down. Where would I go?
She made me scrambled eggs and toast and fed them to me while I was still bound to the bed. I was still blindfolded but she was very careful not to spill anything, except . . . I felt food land on my chest but before I could say anything, I felt her suck it into her mouth, ever so slowly.
“Good god,” I gasped.
“Like it?” she asked. Her tongue started to lick my body. I’d never had food eaten off me before. It was the most erotic feeling I’d ever felt.
Her lips covered mine. She started all over again. Was I crazy?
I’m not sure how long that lasted.
When I’d relaxed a bit, we started telling each other about our lives. I’m not sure how long we talked or if we even slept but it was midafternoon before we finally got up.
When she untied me and took the blindfold off I asked, “Are you going to visit your sister again any time soon?”
“I have a few three-day weekends coming up, if there’s a good reason to be here.” She smiled. It was wonderful to see her face. I studied it.
“I can think of a good reason.”
“You think?”
I pulled her to me and kissed her. “Reason one: I still haven’t had a chance to make love to you.”
She laughed lightly, the sweetest laugh I’d ever heard.
“When’s your next weekend?” I asked.
“I can be down here in three weeks.”
“Then we’ll have to make plans. If I put my request in early, I can probably get a day or two off,” I told her.
