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All Bets Are Final
by Mr. Pec
Dave had been losing at blackjack all night. He was down to his last
few thousand dollars, and was a losing hand away from quitting for the
night. The three beers in his system might have been impairing his card-
playing ability, but he still knew when to cut his losses.
"Dealer has 21," said Mitch, as Dave called him, because he reminded
him of his Uncle Mitch in Seattle. Dave let out a sigh of disgust as Mitch took
up his chips and the chips of the other two players. He picked up his
remaining markers and dropped them into his pocket.
"That's it Mitch. I'm done," he muttered, nearly falling off his stool.
"Very well, sir," piped the cheerful dealer as he dealt new hands out
to the remaining players.
Dave staggered through the Casino, rolling his eyes at the shrine to
gambling. Slots rang to his left, dice rolled to his right, and cards were laid
out behind him. He moved bleary-eyed toward where he thought his room
was.
About two wrong turns and five minutes later, he realized he had no
idea how to get to his room. He stepped up to the nearest gambling table with
the intent of asking directions.
"Excuse me, could anyone?" He was cut off by a cheering gambler
to his right who had apparently just won on Black 23. The spinner pushed
the lucky man his chips and pulled in all the losing bets. Dave then realized
that he was at a roulette table, and a winning one at that.
"Can I help you, sir?" asked the balding spinner calmly. Dave just
stared at the pile of chips that were stacked before the recent winner. He
ignored the spinner's acknowledgement and placed himself on the stool next
to the happy gentleman.
"Well, this seems like enough for me," said the winner, signaling for
a waitress and instructing her to help him with his chips. Dave watched the
other three players sneer as the winner hefted his winnings onto the tray and
carted them off to the cash-in cage. There was a moment of disgusted silence
as the man slipped into the growing crowd, tossing chips left and right.
"Place your bets," called the spinner, "100-dollar minimum bet."
Numerous single chips and some triple chip stacks were placed as
Dave pulled his money from his pocket. Fortunately, all he had were 100-
dollar chips. He gazed at the table and glanced over the gamblers at the table.
"Which numbers was 'he' playing?" Dave tried, nodding toward the
now-vanished winner. Nobody smiled, and everyone groaned. The spinner
just looked on as he spun the wheel. Dave's good humor evaporated as he
placed a single chip on 16, his birthday.
"No more bets," called the spinner as he launched the ball and let it
ride. The spinner reminded Dave of his college roommate, except for the bald
head. Anticipation welled up in Dave's chest as he watched the little white
ball go around and around until it started to bounce and then drop into a
numbered slot.
"Sixteen," said the spinner, "Red 16 pays to the lucky beginner on
my right."
Dave lightened up as he realized he'd won and the chips came toward
him. His fellow gamblers were not impressed.
*****
Only an hour later, after Dave had gone up considerably, he was back
down to about three thousand dollars. However, he had made some progress
with the other players.
Christopher was a regular at the table. He only played this table and
only played one of six numbers. His lucky number, his birth-year, his
birthday, his jersey number, his age, and the number of women he'd slept
with. He claimed that the last number increased on a weekly basis.
Reginald was from Phoenix, up here for a weekend to get away from
the rigors of his law practice. He figured he might as well try to make as
much money as he could with as little effort while he was relaxing.
Doug was visiting relatives for the holidays and had wandered in after
a late dinner. He was a broker from New York who claimed that roulette was
a science. He was the only one at the table using a 'system,' though it wasn't
helping him any.
Dave ended up revealing that he was divorced, unemployed, and was
risking the last of his money to hit it big. He said he'd come to Las Vegas to
make money, one way or another. Right now, gambling seemed his best
route.
"Have you considered the stock market?" asked Doug, reaching
across the table to play place his bet. Dave shook his head.
"I need money now, Rog," Dave explained. "I don't have time to wait
for the market to be right and for the stocks to be rising." He once again
played Red 16.
"Las Vegas," mumbled Chris, "The home of get rich quick games and
money guzzling slot machines ? Leesa!" he called to a passing waitress.
Dave watched her walk over, a Hispanic girl who looked about 21-years-old,
in a tight fitting outfit that accented her long legs and considerable bosom;
Not to mention about a mile of cleavage.
Chris ordered another round, which would be Dave's sixth Heineken
tonight. Everyone at the table had a good buzz going: Doug with his
Margaritas and Reginald with his Jagermeister. Dave was catching a parting
glance at Leesa's ass when the spinner piped up, "No more bets."
Four sets of eyes turned to the slots and took several seconds to
notice that they weren't spinning. The first thing through their heads was
'I'm not that drunk.' All eyes looked up at the spinner, who seemed to be
awaiting their undivided attention.
"Are you gonna spin or what?" blared Reginald with a shower of
spittle. The spinner's face remained stolid as he leaned closer to the four men.
"I couldn't help but notice your desires; especially yours," he
motioned to Dave. "You all wish to have your dreams come true." Chris and
Doug sat back and cocked an eyebrow. Reginald rolled his eyes and sighed.
Dave remained focused on the spinner, whom he now called 'Ed.'
"Yeah, so?" Dave then blurted, "You gonna rig the table for us or
something?" This got a chuckle from Reginald.
"Not as such," said the spinner nonchalantly, "But I might be able to
up the stakes in your individual favors." Dave liked improved stakes and was
deliriously curious as to what Ed was talking about. Even Chris and Reginald
started to listen.
"It just so happens," started the spinner, "That for a modest fee I can
make your betting return turn into your spoken desires." Reginald rolled his
eyes again and sat back.
"What?" Reginald exclaimed. "You're telling me you can give us,
like, wishes instead of money?" Doug and Chris scoffed at the idea, but Dave
remained fixated on Ed, who's expression didn't waiver a bit. After a long
minute, Reginald added half-heartedly, "Can you?"
The spinner sat back up and prepared for his pitch.
"I present to you gentlemen the chance to bet on your wishes, take it
or leave it. For 100 dollars and a request, your chip will grant said desire if
the ball pays your number. I offer this to you now, and only now. You
should all desire to take a chance on your destiny before we can continue."
An eerie calm washed over the gamblers, save for the activity around them.
Chris was the first to speak up.
"How do we know you're for real?"
"You desire a test?" asked the spinner.
"Yeah!" blurted Reginald, "Prove it?" and with that, Reginald
slapped a 100-dollar chip on the table. "I wish I were six-foot-tall!" declared
the 5'6' Arizona native with a look of contempt in his eye. The spinner just
glared at him.
"Ouch!" squawked Reginald as he pulled his hand away from the chip
like it was on fire.
Every eye at the table watched as the coin continued to be enveloped
in a golden skin that glowed like the finest polished brass. As they continued
to stare at the impossible spectacle, Doug was the first to notice the wheel
spinning. The spinner quickly launched the ball into the wheel as Reginald
stared at the coin and the other three watched.
Around it went, eventually arching down into the slots where it
bounced a few times and then came to rest; right in Red 34; the number the
gold coin was on.
"Thirty-four," said the spinner, "Red 34. Pay-out goes to the tall
gentleman to my left."
As soon as the man finished talking, the gold coin glowed brightly
and then jumped off the table toward Reginald. He jumped back reflexively
but the coin never touched him. The other four men watched in awe as the
coin flew around Reginald in ever faster circles until it long streak of light that
circled him six or seven times.
Inside the golden ribbon, Reginald felt his body change and grow as
his perspective shifted up about six inches. Then, as suddenly as it had
begun, the light vanished and Reginald stood there at his new height of six
feet.
All four betters were speechless. Reginald touched his arms and
chest, reminding himself that it was real. He looked around the room with his
new vantage, noting the odd drop in everything's height. Then something
occurred to him.
"Hey, my clothes still fit!" Everyone realized that he was right. His
business suit fit him perfectly.
"A courtesy," said the spinner. "Not only your clothes, but
everything in your life has changed to reflect your new height. I only let you
retain the memory of being short to prove my power was real."
Reginald thought about it for a second and realized he was right. He
clearly remembered having a secondary growth spurt when he was 16-years-
old that took him up to six feet. He'd tried for college ball but messed up his
knee and turned to a law degree. Yet he still retained the faint memory of who
he had been just two minutes ago.
"Unbelievable," was all Reginald could say as he took his seat once
more, every eye at the table still on him. Eventually, all eyes turned back to
the spinner, who retained his solemn look.
"Who will make the next wish?" he asked.
The following barrage of suggestions was too much for most men to
comprehend. Each man started slapping down each of his 100-dollar chips
and calling out a decree.
"I want ten million dollars!" shouted Dave.
"I want to be 21-years-old again!" Chris piped.
"I want to be a genius!" said Doug.
"I want my hair back, too!" yelled Reginald.
"STOP!" the spinner directed. Each man froze with a chip in hand and
stared into his eyes. "Only three desires may be played at a time, and no
desire may be played twice." Reginald and Chris looked confused while
Doug stared at the golden coin before him. Dave crossed his arms.
"What?" Chris said, still running the spinner's words through his
head. Dave leaned in and cut Ed off.
"We can only have three gold chips on the board at a time," he said.
Chris looked at the gold chips and lowered his brow.
"And we can only make any wish once," Dave continued. A look of
disappointment crossed Chris's face as Doug and Reginald placed their first
chips.
Doug's two other wishes were for a beach house in Malibu and to
win the lottery. Still following his system, he placed the chips so they were
all equal distances from each other on the table.
Chris wished for a sex drive that wouldn't quit and a lovely woman to
share it with. He used his lucky number, his jersey and his birthday for these
special bets.
Reginald decided to wish for a million dollars and a red Ferrari. He
pondered over his numbers for a long time before choosing the 'good' ones.
Dave wished for a new wife with great legs and for a private jet. He
decided not to think too much about his numbers and just tossed the coins on
the field at random.
Finally, Ed sent the ball around the wheel and four pairs of eyes
focused on it. It slowed and bounced and landed in Red 23. The spinner
placed his crystal marker on the table and pulled all 12 coins in. Utter
disappointment crossed all the men's faces.
"It's gonna be a long night," muttered Chris.
Into the night they played. They quickly learned to tone down their
wishes since they could only play them once.
*****
Pay-outs were few and far between. Chris got a 1999 4x4 pick-up
one time. Doug got a degree in astrophysics from UCLA. Reginald even
received a partnership at his law firm.
Dave was wishing for higher dollar amounts in multiples of one
million and every once in a while wished for another wife. But he was
running out of hair and eye color combinations, and also out of money.
The alcohol was still flowing steadily. Every other spin the call would
go out for a new round of drinks, whether the drinks were finished or not.
Leesa was just dropping of the latest round when Chris leaned over to her.
"Hey baby," he slurred, "Want me to make your dreams come true?"
Leesa smiled politely and headed back to the bar. Chris's eyes
lingered after her as she went.
"Shameless," he muttered as she moved out of sight. He turned back
to his fellow gamblers and smiled. "Shame to see a woman like that go to
waste."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Dave queried over his Heineken.
All eyes turned to Chris and awaited an explanation.
"A body like that? Working here?" he laid out. "If I had a body like
that I'd wouldn't be caught working here." Everyone snickered.
"I hear ya'," agreed Reginald. "Where I come from, If I had half her
looks I'd probably be knocked up by now." Doug guffawed and slapped
Reginald on the back.
"Shit! If you two looked like that, I'd pimp you both out to the
highest bidder!" The laughter continued. Dave finally waved his hands and
drew the other's attention.
"Guys? we all know the key to 'making it' as a woman? is tits!"
Beer bottles clinked and heads nodded in recognition of Dave's words. "And
if I had a set of knockers they'd be twice as big as hers so I'd never have to
worry about money again!" Everyone laughed out loud and Doug nearly spit
up his pretzels. Chris stood up and pulled out the front of his shirt as they
chuckled.
"Titties!" he screamed, drawing a lot of attention from the casino. He
then stood on the ring of his stool and started calling for women with big
breasts to come and join them. Reginald quickly calmed him down and hey
laughed it off.
Dave held up a 100-dollar chip and showed it to the guys. He made
sure he had their attention before he spoke. "I say we all ask for four
breastful beauties and bet different numbers." He let the suggestion sink in.
"If one of us wins, we all win!" he punctuated. The other three heads nodded
in agreement.
Each of them then held up a chip and wished for four, blonde,
beautiful women with tits the size of cantaloupes that would be theirs forever.
Soon four gold chips were placed on random numbers throughout the field.
"Place all bets," reminded the spinner as he held up the ball and
twirled the wheel. The men picked up their other two gold coins and placed
them.
"Hey," Doug exclaimed as he confirmed the distance between his
chips, "We're all on Red 16!" They all looked and saw it was true.
"Looks like 16 makes us all winners in one way or another,"
mentioned Reginald. Everyone agreed and let the bets stand.
"No more bets!" called the spinner.
The ball went into the gutter and around the spinning wheel once
more. Chris chugged his beer in anxiety. Doug never took his eye off his
chips. Reginald changed his three numbers to himself. Chris crossed his
arms and sat up straight, intent on the ball's movement. The ball slowed and
bounded across and over the wheel and slots until it finally landed with a
clatter.
"Sixteen," announced the spinner, "Red 16."
"We won!" shouted Doug. Chris and Dave had been hoping for one
of the 'busty women' chips to pay out. Reginald was more than ready to
accept his prize.
"Okay, man," Reginald blurted at the spinner, "Lemme have it!"
There was a pause. Doug quickly quieted down and stared at the
spinner in anticipation. Chris and Dave leaned on the tables and waited
cheerlessly for the wishes to be granted. A wide grin slowly crossed Ed's
face, and Dave cocked and eyebrow.
"Pay-out goes to the bountiful gentleman on my right; the
businessman to my left; the attractive lady to my right; and the family woman
to my left."
There was another pause. The four men all looked at each other and
then back at the spinner.
"What lady?" Chris asked.
"What woman?" Reginald questioned.
"Bountiful?" Dave said in confusion.
Doug opened his mouth to speak, but a bright glow caught the corner
of his eye. He looked down at the table and saw that the four chips on Red 16
were glowing.
"Um, guys," he said concernedly.
Just as the other three looked at the coins, they launched off the table
at their individual targets. Each man jumped back and tried to brush the coin
away as it spun around them.
Doug's changes were the least drastic. His shoes became boots and
his pants changed from tweed to purple sharkskin. His shirt became fire red
with huge collar. Gold chains formed around his neck and his glasses
darkened.
Dave fell to his knees. He then started scratching at his chest and
eventually pulled his shirt off. As he looked down to see what was causing
the itch, he watched in horror as two mounds began to form under his
nipples.
Chris leaned forward and held himself up against the edge of the
table. He watched his large hands slim and his fingernails grow. Looking at
his legs he saw a pair of high-heeled shoes on his dainty feet. Further up,
pantyhose and a black leather mini-skirt that hugged the curves of his flared
hips had replaced his pants.
Reginald lost his balance jumping off the stool and fell back on his
ass. Upon hitting the floor, he noticed a mass of hair that fell into his face.
Reaching up to pull it back, he saw his blue-painted fingernails and collection
of rings. Then his whole torso burned as he watched his stomach and chest
expand into three orbs.
His pants became like blue spandex and hugged his smooth legs all
the way down to the flats on his feet. Soon he couldn't hold the sit-up
position so he laid down on his back. Both his hands went to his expanding
belly as he began to breathe heavily. His shirt and jacket formed into a tight,
white, cotton drop-neck shirt and a long, button-up knit vest.
When the bright yellow ribbon vanished he remained on the floor as a
jolt of pain hit his gut. Regina screamed with all the voice she could muster
under the conditions.
"Woman in labor!" someone called out. A mass of people rushed to
aide or gawk. A lovely blonde woman pushed through them all and took her
hand.
"It's okay Reggi. Chrissi's here. Breath? That's it."
*****
"I hope she'll be okay," Chrissi stated as the paramedics wheeled
Regina out of the casino on a gurney. The cute paramedic said the
contractions were several minutes apart still and there was plenty of time to
get to the hospital. She had wanted to go with Reggi, but Doug wouldn't let
her.
"She'll be fine," said Doug as he slipped a hand around her waist.
"That girl gave up a law partnership to come work for me. I take care of my
ladies." The 'Escort Businessman,' as he called it, guided Chrissi toward the
main entrance where her 4x4 truck was waiting with the valet.
"I'll bet that's something they don't see everyday around here,"
Chrissi joked.
"Yeah," Doug said uninterested.
"I mean how many pregnant women play roulette in the first place, let
alone go into labor when they're number hits?" Chrissi continued cheerfully.
"Yeah, yeah. The casino gets a spectacle, and I'm out one of my main
attractions."
"What do you mean?" Chrissi stopped him.
"Do you know how much some Japanese guys will pay for a
pregnant chic? I mean, the fatter the better!" Doug said before walking past
her and then pulling her along.
"Where are we going?" Chrissi insisted.
"Back to work," Doug snapped. "This isn't your turf." Chrissi caught
back up with Doug just as they exited the casino. He handed over the valet
ticket and turned to his lovely employee.
"Can you tell my how it is Reggi got pregnant before you?" Doug
said bluntly.
"What?"
"Well, I mean? She's tall for a chic, but she doesn't have half you
looks. If I had a pregnant chic that was a real looker?" Doug trailed off.
Chrissi shook her head. "No way! I am not giving up this figure for
you or nobody. I bring in plenty of high-paying Johns on my own."
The truck arrived and he opened the passenger side door for her.
"You've got a face and a body, Chrissi," Doug analyzed. "You're
only missing one thing." He shut the door, took the keys from the valet and
gave him $100 tip. When he got in the driver's side he noticed Chrissi
looking herself over.
"What's wrong with me?" she said self-consciously.
"Frankly, you could use more tits." Chrissi just scowled. Doug
cocked his head and started the truck.
"You need a set like that broad that was next to you at the table."
Chrissi snickered. "What's so funny?"
"Well, Doug ? You may have a degree in astrophysics, but I'm not
sure you now you're biology," Chrissi snickered.
"What?" Doug repeated as they drove away from the casino.
*****
Back inside, the crowds had thinned and the table had been closed
after the excitement. The remaining player from the game was forced to move
along and find another moneymaking scheme.
As he crossed the casino floor amidst a swarm of second glances and
hard stares, he caught glimpse of a sign on a wall. He smiled to himself and
headed straight for the casino's lounge.
At the entrance there was a desk set up where a man was taking
people's names and vital information for the contest. Dave got in line and
calmly waited his turn. When he stepped up, the man didn't even look up
from his paper.
"Name?" he said directly.
"David Allen Nelson," he answered clearly. The man's brow
lowered.
"You realize this is a 'Wet T-shirt' contest? Right?" the man said as
he looked up at Dave and caught two eyes more than full of cleavage.
Dave had seen this look before. It was the same look Mrs.
Gerchenski gave him the first day of his sophomore year. The same look his
Aunt Ariel gave him that first Christmas after 'they' arrived. It was, in fact,
identical to the look his roommate Ed Kneely had given him when they first
met in college.
He kneeled down, interlaced his fingers, and propped his elbows on
the table. Resting his chin on his fingers and his ample breasts on the table,
he watched the man's eyes follow his cleavage. He let him stare for five more
seconds before clearing his throat.
The man finally looked into Dave's eyes, still in utter bewilderment.
"You see," Dave started, "I came to Vegas to make some money; one
way, or another." The man didn't even blink. "Now, you can show me the
regulation that stipulates the contestant has to be female. Or, you can take my
name, hand me the T-shirt now, and give me the check after I've won."
End
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