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The trouble isn't winning the money, it's leaving with it. One afternoon I won $2700 and some coin in less than an hour, and aside from four hundred bucks I gave my roommate to keep for me, I left three hours later without a penny. I managed to waste over two grand at a rate of seven hundred sixty dollars an hour. That's stupidity at it's pinnacle. So making the money isn't my problem, it's keeping it once I have it in my hand. Bottom line? Gambling can be a brutal endeavor. That is unless you find the right casino with games that require a different talent.
It was around 2a.m., on a Tuesday morning, and I'd been playing Blackjack for what seemed like days. I needed to relax and chill for a bit. The crowds were long gone with only a few people scattered around the casino, so I pretty much had pick of the litter on the machines. I sat down at a quarter slot in a dark area near the bar and put a twenty in the bill feed then laid a five dollar bill on the console while I played the buttons. I was winning small amounts and keeping it around thirty bucks when a gentleman sat at the machine to my left. It was the same type of game I was playing and he fed some cash in and began playing.
We both played for a few minutes with the only noise coming from the machines. Then out of the blue he said, "How much do you get?" For a brief moment I was confused, then it occurred to me what he meant.
I had known some girls that had worked at Brier Falls in recent years and they both kept me filled in on the dirt that the public never knew about. Like when a couple of the card dealers had a scam going on, letting their friends win big money and then later collecting a share. The casino busted them in a sting operation. Rumor has it; they got the shit beat out of them, but told the cops they had fallen down. That's so cliché it's almost funny.
I also heard about a prostitution ring that was taking place under everyone's nose. Apparently the way it worked was they would place a dollar bill in front of them as they played a slot machine. That was a signal to informed clients of the hotel that they were available for hire. If the bill was face up that signaled that the person was only willing to go as far as a blowjob, but if it was face down then they were prepared to do whatever the buyer might ask for. In that moment of clarity, I looked down at my five dollar bill and I saw the Lincoln Memorial.
I didn't hesitate a second when I replied, "One large for the whole night." I didn't think he would go for it so I felt safe with a large amount as I quickly fed the five into my machine so the casino cameras wouldn't pick up that I had just solicited sex. I was nervous but I tried not to look shaken. I kept playing as if nothing had been said between us.
He asked my name and I told him, then he said to meet him in the north restroom, very back stall. He said he'd have my cash. I was stunned but kept playing my slot machine, which was starting to pay off really good money. He cashed out his earnings and got up. I watched his ass as he walked away, and I recall thinking how surreal this all seemed. Within the next couple of minutes my mind began to race about what I was doing and the danger I was putting myself in. I could have gotten up and left the casino and never seen the dude again, but something about the entire situation was incredibly alluring. I cashed out my money and started walking through the maze of machines toward the north restrooms.
When I came to the junction to go right and exit out to the parking lot or go left and down the corridor to the restrooms, I felt like everyone was looking at me. I took the gamble and accepted the fact I could get arrested or maybe robbed. It didn't matter now, I was going through with it.
I was oddly excited. Partly because it was illegal, but also because I had never been with a man, although I had fantasized since childhood. I'd just never had an opportunity to consider it for real before, and that was fascinating as hell. I was feeling very kinky as I entered into the plush restroom area and made my way past the marble sinks to the long line of stalls. I saw that he was in the one second from the end so I went into the last one, locked the door and sat on the stool.
Within a few moments he passed me a wad of bills under the wall along with a card to his room and a note. As I unfolded the note I heard him leaving. It told me his name was Trent and he was in room 1216. It also said not to run off with the money because he could find me if I did. That part was a little scary. Then I realized he had given me ten one hundred dollar bills. My jaw dropped, because I thought I'd only asked for a hundred bucks, and for the first time I realized how big this thing was I had gotten myself into.
I waited a good five minutes after he left. I thought about how this guy was thinking I'd done this all before and he'd be expecting me to know the routine when in reality I was clueless. I didn't know the first thing about how a prostitute acts when it all comes down. I was going to have to improvise, so I went over it in my head the things he might ask me to do. I was hoping he wasn't into anything too kinky.
I gathered myself and took the elevator to the 12th floor then twisted my way through the halls until I found room 1216. I slipped the keycard in the slot and took a deep breath. The door opened up and I was awe struck by the size of the suite. It was filled with high end antiques. This explained how he could hand me a thousand bucks without blinking a lash, he was obviously filthy rich.
There was a note on the table near the door for me that read, 'Make yourself at home, and feel free to shower and order some food if you like. I'll be back shortly'.
I checked the place out as thunder rumbled and a flash of lightning lit the night outside the huge window. I ordered some stuffed mushrooms, strawberries and a bottle of Chardonnay. I felt rich with the thousand bucks in my pocket. I stripped down for a shower and when the food arrived I slipped on a robe to answer the door.
I sat at the desk as the bellman wheeled the cart in and handed me the bill. Just the few things I ordered came to 47 dollars so I signed for it then tipped the dude a ten. He grinned really big and I thought it was for the gratuity, but my robe had come slightly open and he was admiring my unit. He assured me that if I needed anything else he could take care of me. I know a sexual innuendo when I hear one so I said, "Anything?" as I gave him a piercing look. He laughed as if I was joking. Then I asked him, "Can I have your cock in my mouth?" while I leaned back, spread my legs and let my robe fall open.
I thought he was going to pee his pants. He told me he'd be back in five minutes. I wasn't sure how much time I had before Trent returned but I felt relieved that I was at least going to get in a little experience first.
It was around 2a.m., on a Tuesday morning, and I'd been playing Blackjack for what seemed like days. I needed to relax and chill for a bit. The crowds were long gone with only a few people scattered around the casino, so I pretty much had pick of the litter on the machines. I sat down at a quarter slot in a dark area near the bar and put a twenty in the bill feed then laid a five dollar bill on the console while I played the buttons. I was winning small amounts and keeping it around thirty bucks when a gentleman sat at the machine to my left. It was the same type of game I was playing and he fed some cash in and began playing.
We both played for a few minutes with the only noise coming from the machines. Then out of the blue he said, "How much do you get?" For a brief moment I was confused, then it occurred to me what he meant.
I had known some girls that had worked at Brier Falls in recent years and they both kept me filled in on the dirt that the public never knew about. Like when a couple of the card dealers had a scam going on, letting their friends win big money and then later collecting a share. The casino busted them in a sting operation. Rumor has it; they got the shit beat out of them, but told the cops they had fallen down. That's so cliché it's almost funny.
I also heard about a prostitution ring that was taking place under everyone's nose. Apparently the way it worked was they would place a dollar bill in front of them as they played a slot machine. That was a signal to informed clients of the hotel that they were available for hire. If the bill was face up that signaled that the person was only willing to go as far as a blowjob, but if it was face down then they were prepared to do whatever the buyer might ask for. In that moment of clarity, I looked down at my five dollar bill and I saw the Lincoln Memorial.
I didn't hesitate a second when I replied, "One large for the whole night." I didn't think he would go for it so I felt safe with a large amount as I quickly fed the five into my machine so the casino cameras wouldn't pick up that I had just solicited sex. I was nervous but I tried not to look shaken. I kept playing as if nothing had been said between us.
He asked my name and I told him, then he said to meet him in the north restroom, very back stall. He said he'd have my cash. I was stunned but kept playing my slot machine, which was starting to pay off really good money. He cashed out his earnings and got up. I watched his ass as he walked away, and I recall thinking how surreal this all seemed. Within the next couple of minutes my mind began to race about what I was doing and the danger I was putting myself in. I could have gotten up and left the casino and never seen the dude again, but something about the entire situation was incredibly alluring. I cashed out my money and started walking through the maze of machines toward the north restrooms.
When I came to the junction to go right and exit out to the parking lot or go left and down the corridor to the restrooms, I felt like everyone was looking at me. I took the gamble and accepted the fact I could get arrested or maybe robbed. It didn't matter now, I was going through with it.
I was oddly excited. Partly because it was illegal, but also because I had never been with a man, although I had fantasized since childhood. I'd just never had an opportunity to consider it for real before, and that was fascinating as hell. I was feeling very kinky as I entered into the plush restroom area and made my way past the marble sinks to the long line of stalls. I saw that he was in the one second from the end so I went into the last one, locked the door and sat on the stool.
Within a few moments he passed me a wad of bills under the wall along with a card to his room and a note. As I unfolded the note I heard him leaving. It told me his name was Trent and he was in room 1216. It also said not to run off with the money because he could find me if I did. That part was a little scary. Then I realized he had given me ten one hundred dollar bills. My jaw dropped, because I thought I'd only asked for a hundred bucks, and for the first time I realized how big this thing was I had gotten myself into.
I waited a good five minutes after he left. I thought about how this guy was thinking I'd done this all before and he'd be expecting me to know the routine when in reality I was clueless. I didn't know the first thing about how a prostitute acts when it all comes down. I was going to have to improvise, so I went over it in my head the things he might ask me to do. I was hoping he wasn't into anything too kinky.
I gathered myself and took the elevator to the 12th floor then twisted my way through the halls until I found room 1216. I slipped the keycard in the slot and took a deep breath. The door opened up and I was awe struck by the size of the suite. It was filled with high end antiques. This explained how he could hand me a thousand bucks without blinking a lash, he was obviously filthy rich.
There was a note on the table near the door for me that read, 'Make yourself at home, and feel free to shower and order some food if you like. I'll be back shortly'.
I checked the place out as thunder rumbled and a flash of lightning lit the night outside the huge window. I ordered some stuffed mushrooms, strawberries and a bottle of Chardonnay. I felt rich with the thousand bucks in my pocket. I stripped down for a shower and when the food arrived I slipped on a robe to answer the door.
I sat at the desk as the bellman wheeled the cart in and handed me the bill. Just the few things I ordered came to 47 dollars so I signed for it then tipped the dude a ten. He grinned really big and I thought it was for the gratuity, but my robe had come slightly open and he was admiring my unit. He assured me that if I needed anything else he could take care of me. I know a sexual innuendo when I hear one so I said, "Anything?" as I gave him a piercing look. He laughed as if I was joking. Then I asked him, "Can I have your cock in my mouth?" while I leaned back, spread my legs and let my robe fall open.
I thought he was going to pee his pants. He told me he'd be back in five minutes. I wasn't sure how much time I had before Trent returned but I felt relieved that I was at least going to get in a little experience first.
-to be continued-
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