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The Casino Authors note: This story ended up a lot longer than I intended it to. Not sure whether it ended up as a TG story or more of a poker story, can't help my enthusiasm for poker coming through here, and I'm stressing because I'm not sure if I remembered all my cards correctly and given the actual subject matter not sure why! Rating it "X" but the next part may be more on the "XXX" side and end up more of a sequence. Anyway, please leave a review if you enjoyed it or have constructive (or even destructive) criticism, or visit my Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/JockMcTafferty if you want more. Peace! Andrew was on a run, and it wasn't the good kind of run. In fact it was the very, very bad kind of run. The kind where you lose everything. That doesn't matter if most of everything you've got has already gone, though. So in truth, he wasn't sure he even cared. He'd recently divorced his wife of 10 years, his job was a dead end factory labor one re-manufacturing and then reassembling engines that had originally been built in the 1960's, he was pushing 40, and really, there wasn't really much else going on in his world. The ex had taken his son, the one pride and joy that he had, and the cat too - who he really didn't give too much of a shit about to be honest, but it was the principle of the thing. And to make matters worse she'd moved to the opposite coast, to Los Angeles, as far as you could get from Florida while still being in the same country! The excuse she'd made was her family there- right, her sister, who she hated, and her mother, who had dementia now and didn't know what day it was, let alone who SHE was. Whatever. So in terms of custody, well, she'd told all sorts of bullshit about him. Serious accusations that he couldn't afford to hire a lawyer to fight, and really, if that was how she wanted it, that was how he'd have to have it. In this country, money talks. So when he flew out to see him, and realized he was down to his last thousand bucks, he knew that he was out of options. Which was why he'd taken a detour to Las Vegas to give the casino's a try. Not one of the big casino's now. He figured that all that razzmatazz just meant that the odds were stacked more against you than in, say, an up-and-comer, a place like he'd found off the beaten path - he reckoned it was one of the Indian casino's that had come from the sticks to the big city - so he figured he'd be more like to win big if he had any chance of that in a place like this. Only he was now realizing the truth of the old stories "the house always wins." He'd tried his hand at roulette - got himself on a win streak at first, managed to get up to five thousand dollars somehow - but that was never going to be enough. He needed BIG money. So he'd put a thousand dollars on red and a thousand dollars on the 13. 36 thousand dollars would mean he could see his son every year until he was a man grown and could do what he wanted, hopefully? He'd want to come see his Dad. The 13 on the board was black, like his mood. And as the numbers rolled in, he rolled his eyes as he watched the ball whirl around the table before moving slightly off the 13 and right on to the 11 black - his sons age. It was almost as if fate was laughing at him. He had laughed with it, and straight away stuck another thousand on red. And lost again. And tried again, but this time he hit the zero. Which was where his bank balance would be if he bet again. He was back to square one. For some reason he'd told the croupier his story - what he was gonna do if he won a load of money, how much of a bitch his now ex wife was, that sort of thing. How he was doing this for his son. The croupier had nodded along and expressed his sympathies at all the right times, even as he took his money. Bet this sort of thing happened every single day. The croupier wasn't going to help him. Andrew was out of luck, now, and out of sympathy, too. So he'd made an executive decision to call it a day. Fate was NOT on his side. He got his things together, fluffed up his coat as he put it about his person, and gathered the few chips he had left. Except, as he began to trudge toward the token exchange, he was intercepted by an extremely well dressed man, immaculately groomed, almost straight out of one of those gangster movies that everyone loved so much. "Hey, buddy. You giving up the ghost already?" "Yeah, not my day. Not my life, really." "Maybe. Maybe not though. We're looking for some high rollers. Croupier let us know you might be a good candidate." Huh. Maybe there was a bit of sympathy left in the world after all. Andrew doubted that, and couldn't help his laugh burst out. "Yeah, I'm a regular wall street winner, me. Look, sorry my man, appreciate the offer and all but I can't bet what I can't afford to lose." The immaculate man smiled an extremely strange little smile. "Well, what if I told you that your thousand bucks stake there could get you thirty six thousand in a table of eight?" "Table of eight what?" "Table of eight Texas hold-em. We normally do invitationals only, very select clientele. But we think you got what it takes." "So what, I go up against eight other guys? With my thousand?" "Yeah. Right on." "And I win thirty six thousand if I beat em?" "Yup. Thirty six thousand." "That doesn't sound right." "True. Only if you lose, you lose your money, but you gotta do us some indentured servitude, so to speak. You know what that is?" "No clue. Indentured service?" "Look it up if you want. It basically means we retain your service at the casino if you lose. Easy way to get ourselves some loyal employees! And a lot more fun than a job interview, am I right?" the mans smile was predatory. But Andrew - well. This actually did sound right up his alley. He started thinking. What did he have to go back to anyway? Nothing. So IF he lost, well, maybe he has to work for free for a while, but he'd come here for a gamble, and this sounded - well. This sounded a lot better odds than roulette. Thing about playing other human beings is there was some skill involved, at least. House couldn't screw you over on the odds on this one. Or could they? He wasn't sure he cared. "To hell with it. Yeah, I'm in. If I lose do you feed and clothe me and all that stuff?" "Yes. We provide every basic amenity as well. You'd worry for nothing." "And no catches - I win, I get $36,000?" "Indeed. No catch. Everyone you are playing against is on an equal footing. We just need bodies on the floor to bring the punters in." "All for my thousand bucks. Alright. And Texas Hold-em too." Andrew had played quite a few games of poker in his time. The way his games went, he either won big or did nothing against his groups of friends, but he reckoned he'd won a higher than normal percentage of his poker. He wasn't Vegas class or anything but that didn't matter if the cards fell right for him. And he enjoyed it. This would be a good way to go out if he had to! "Take me through then. Here's my chips." he handed them over. "Glad to hear it. You will have to sign some documentation regards your service first and also we may need you to sign a non-disclosure agreement - private tables aren't strictly allowed in Nevada, so I'll have to take you over to the kiosk here and we'll get right to it... Chapter two The table looked just like the kind you see on late night cable. Immaculate, with a pristinely manicured dealer with a short cropped haircut and a face you forgot two seconds after you saw it. Like most dealers, Andrew supposed. In fact, everything about the table looked completely professional. Everything except the players - a rag tag bunch. Six men, one lady, and one - well. Andrew didn't judge anybody, he wasn't what you'd call a liberal or anything but he believed in letting everyone live the life they wanted to live. Nobody harmed him, right? But that 8th person was a man clearly dressed in drag, but looked happy with it. Over 6 foot tall in heels, coarse jet black hair that looked more like a rock star's, and a dress that didn't really go with the whole V-shape that the gal had. But she wasn't unattractive in that her confidence resonated around the table and the man in drag laughed easily with the two guys next her. In all honesty he (she, he supposed he should think) was a class above everyone in the table in that respect. Universally, they all looked like losers. One was biting his fingernails - in his 40's, maybe? Most of them seemed to be about that age. One was wearing square spectacles, and looked half Asian maybe. One was shaking - alcohol dependent or something like that, given his blotchy cheeks, and all that. The others were every-men kinds of losers. It wasn't the only table - there were another 3 tables full of people, also 8 players to a table. It wasn't easy to see any of the people sitting on those, but they generally looked to be of similar stock. Andrew didn't particularly care - he was focused entirely on his game. He had a thousand worth of chips for the buy in, as did everyone else at the table, but in the middle, the prize pot of thirty six thousand was visible to all. A proof that the offer here was serious. The rules were explained by the dealer to the table. Winner takes $35,000 and gets to choose whether they want a shot at the 'big table', whatever that was. Andrew assumed that would offer some sort of opportunity for the casino to win its money back or to send away someone with enough money that they'd never care to talk. Second place gets a free stake at the 'big table', with a handicap that was to be explained at the time. The other losers had to either sign the contract of indentured service that would be offered. Or, taking into account that they'd already signed a nondisclosure agreement, pay up the $4500 cash they owed for losing the game and essentially breaking their verbal agreement to work for the casino. Fair enough, thought Andrew, and completely understandable. The professionalism of the staff and attendees seemed to be of a level of the better casino's in Vegas, and the frank and honest explanation of the rules and the general demeanor of the people at the table put him hugely at ease - he had feared a setup at first, but the atmosphere didn't 'feel' that way. It felt like some of the better poker games he'd played in his youth in fact. So with the rules explained, he looked at the guy to his left - the shaky hands man, and the guy to his right. Taller and a bit obese, he was wearing a cap that was really too youthful for his age. Who knew if these guys could play poker? Andrew resolved to play cautiously, at least to begin with. The game started. Andrew was given the dealer button to begin things off, which would mean he definitely COULD play cautiously. At least for a few rounds. The guy to his left had the small blind, so his nerves could hold for a bit too, Andrew thought. They were dealt their cards, and Andrew looked at his - 2 and a 6 not suited. Alright, looks like my lucks not in right now. Opposite him, the man dressed in drag grinned a huge grin around the table and upped the ante immediately. Andrew folded the second the cards came to him, as did most people, and then when the cards flopped with an ace and a king, everyone that was left folded too. Andrew found out the mans name - Debra. Alright, Debra, we're going to have to be careful with you, thought Andrew. Debra and Andrews eyes caught each other, and he could swear amusement was written all over them. They continued on to the next hand. And the next... It was later in the game, and Andrew had indeed played cautiously, and was actually above average in the stakes. They'd lost one guy already, he'd got a bit unlucky on a few blinds, and trailing down at his last 500 dollars or so gone all in against Debra early on, who had been anything - but- cautious, and she'd won the hand and the money from him. From there on in, Debra had bullied the rest of the table. Pretty much whenever she got what anyone thought was a hand, they'd be forced to either call and go all in, or just fold. Mostly they folded - there was a lot of desperation at the table, but allied with that was a plain and simple despondency and lack of belief in themselves. That, Andrew thought, was a really, really bad combination if you ever wanted to be successful at poker. Debra wasn't stupid either. Andrew wasn't sure what the correct pronoun was to address her by, and after one showdown (in which Andrew had folded, typically) he had actually asked what she preferred. She had said "hah, online I go as mx. That's how I found this place! But call me whatever you like, I'm really about as much a she as anyone though. You'll see!" she had winked. So he had his answer, but now, another question. Maybe more. Something in that statement seemed important, but he was too focused on his cards to think about that right now. She had accumulated maybe three or four times the rest of the table at this point, and Andrew had realized that if he wanted to actually -win- this game he'd have to start playing a bit more aggressively, if it wasn't too late for that, that is. On a rare moment where he had the dealer chip and the guy next to his left was on the blind, Andrew looked at his cards - 7 and 5 suited. Hearts, specifically. That was pretty tempting, not great shakes or anything but enough for him to go in if he wanted to. Really good "hidden" hand. On a rare turn, Debra folded, and as she was directly after the big blind, as did a guy after her, but not the next - he called in. Andrew called too, what the hell, without Debra in the hand there'd be a lot less bullying going on. Unless HE did it, as he had slightly more chips than the other betters. The shaky-hands guy next to him bet, as did the big blind. That meant there were four of them staying in the hand, and it was time for the flop. The dealer set them out - 2 of hearts, 5 of hearts, 7 of diamonds. Not too bad - as things stood, Andrew reckoned he had the winning hand anyway what with two pair 5's and 7's in his deck. And with the hearts, he had an out, too - if one of the next two cards that flopped was a heart, he'd win the hand almost certainly. Unless one of the other guys had a higher heart - that was possible, he supposed. He'd have to watch out on the river just in case. That wasn't too likely to happen or anything, but he didn't have to make any decisions yet. Shaky hands checked. The other two did as well. What the hell, he thought. He raised a hundred. They were on 50 on the small blind and 100 on the big blind, so he had doubled the stake. Shaky hands next to him folded instantly. The next guy though? He took his time. He was low on chips, maybe only 500 left now. He waited an age, but eventually he called. The next guy called too. The pot was getting bigger. So the dealer took their chips, and dealt out another card. The 5 of spades this time. Alright this was REALLY interesting now. Andrew had a full house of 5's and 7's, and there was almost no way that he was gonna lose this, but he wanted to see if he could get more money out the other two guys. The first guy raised instantly. Did he have a 5 or 7 himself? Probably not. But even if he did there was still a good chance of dropping another heart yet. The guy after waited a REALLY long time, then called. He was down to his last 500 too, now. Andrew called, so the river card was coming. An ace of diamonds. The extremely obvious smile that flicked however briefly over the guy opposite told Andrew everything he needed to hear - he obviously had an ace. That would surely be his undoing. Even with an ace, he wasn't beating a full house. The pretend agonizing over his cards before he went all in was almost enough to make Andrew roll his eyes - but he had enough control of his body that there was not going to be any tells from ANDREW going forward. Not this time at least. Maybe it was 2 pair though, but at this point unless another ace dropped on the river, he was sure he was gonna win. The next guy? He looked really worried. He was pretty far along the hand, and he looked at the two of then each in turn - then called himself. A REALLY big pot now. Whoever won this was gonna have enough to challenge Debra. He wasn't quite all in but it was enough to call, and the dealer acknowledged it, and we had the river. Out popped the Jack of hearts. Since the opposite guy was all in, the guy next to him was all that was left. He called the remainder of his chips - a few hundred, Andrew reckoned. Andrew instantly called it - there was no backing out now. Time to face the music. So on the table now was a 2-5-7-5-J, and Andrew had a full house of 5's and 7's. The guy opposite laid out his cards - he DID have an ace after all, but he had a 7 too. Smart of him to keep going the duration. Next guy flipped over his cards - oh, now that was interesting. He had an ace too, but he had a five with it! As things stood there, he would have been really confident. Until Andrew showed his cards, grinning, and took the pot. Easy money, easy elimination - guy opposite thanked everyone, and the croupier directed him to a room that was not the exit. Interesting. The other guy still had a bit left but he'd be joining the other guy soon. Two down! Hopefully with his newfound wealth, be more of them dropping soon. CHAPTER THREE It was nearly the end now. The other players, with far less chips than Debra and Andrew, had all eventually been bullied off the table in desperation. Shaky hands had called all in with a 2 and a 7 not suited, and the flop had been aces and kings - that said everything to Andrew. They had all been taken away to the same room, and none had come out. Strange - they had entered the area from a completely different direction. But now it was Debra against Andrew and the blinds were getting really big. A thousand dollars a blind meant that either player was going to lose a lot of money if they didn't bet on a hand - but that didn't seem to bother Debra at ALL, who called on every single blind. Then went all in on every single flop, too! Andrew bid-ed his time and lost a few thousand, but they were all on trash hands - he couldn't -keep- doing so though, because pretty soon Debra would erode his chip lead to less than half hers and that would mean desperate times and desperate measures. But finally he DID get a drop. Ace-King suited. Spades. He raised, and sure enough Debra met his met and they were going to get a flop worth $4000. Ace of Diamonds, King of Hearts, Two of Clubs. Two pair. This was his chance. Debra was the dealer, so he just checked - but she instantly went all in and took the bait. She didn't LOOK nervous but who cared, he was 99% to win, surely. And she had no tells, no nerves, and had played the exact same way the entire game up to this point - like she simply didn't care. Fair enough, plenty of lunatics played this game, but not many lunatics -won- at it. He met her bet. If he lost, he was out, but if he won, she'd be left with a few thousand and he could just simply play her game then and gamble a few hands until she inevitably lost. This was it, the game on a plate. They showed their hands - and Andrews heart skipped a beat. She had a 10 and a 2, not suited! A pair of 2's!!! He showed his and couldn't hide his grin. The dealer looked at the two of them, then turned the next card over. A nine of clubs. Didn't help either of them. There were going to be no straights or flushes this time. Fantastic. And the river card now. The dealer exchanged glances between the two of them again. And here it came... The 2 of hearts. Fitting, as Andrew's heart sank. He had lost. Three of a kind beat two pair. And on the river no less. Debra burst out laughing, the dealer made some noises to the effect of Debra being the winner or some such, some clapping came from somewhere- unknown to Andrew they had now drawn some sort of a crowd. And the chips all got pushed to Debra's waiting hands. He looked at her. She was looking RIGHT at him. Almost through him. But in those eyes, her laughter and amusement changed to something else. "You alright sweetie?" she said, not unkindly. "Yeah. Well played" was all he could muster, and a slight smile, as the staff gathered around them and the crowd dispersed to other corners of the casino. They all started to walk toward 'that' room. The corner of the casino. A man with a managers badge walked with them, and started to talk to the staff - Debra collared him and started to whisper something to him. The manager had arched an eyebrow and she gestured in Andrew's direction. He didn't care what they were saying about him. He'd given it his best shot and he'd lost fair and square, he'd had a bad beat. They got to the room and they entered, Debra, her and the general manager. The room was curtained off with multiple cubicles, but one was open and he could see a desk and a chair beyond it, and another door. It also had curtain hooks on the walls, with various items of clothing - looked like burlesque stuff Andrew registered that as kind of weird but he was past caring. The manager approached Andrew. He looked straight out of one of those 80's-90's gangster movies, all slick hair and Mediterranean. "Your competitor has offered you a deal, sir. We are obliged to assist all of our players with any and all requests to the best of our ability, but since we are now under contract, that request must come through myself. Would you allow her to partake in our service negotiations?" Andrew shrugged. "Sure, go for it." The manager nodded and they went into the changing room/cubicle, whatever it was, and sat down on the two chairs. A member of staff fetched another chair from one of the other rooms and put it down so they could all sit in a three. "First things first, you agreed to the terms of our game and service. Those including a special service to be granted to the casino. Miss Debra has asked that she purchase a part of that service for the sum of half of the winnings and bonus payments." "What?" Andrew barely registered. "That amounts to I believe eighteen thousand dollars, to be disbursed in a manner of your choosing." "What, even in cash?" "If you so wish" He looked at Debra. She nodded and looked at the manager. "She has requested that she be allowed to verbally agree with you upon the terms, with your permission." "Granted, of course" "Oh good, I can speak now?" she said, with that amused lilting voice of hers. "That was frustrating. Yes, I think you deserve half at least. You look like you need it more than I do." "I do need it..." said Andrew grimly. "But why?" "Why? Well, let me say that I am a regular at this casino, and I was in a situation once of desperation. My world - it's different to yours, but it can be FRAUGHT with danger. If I'm completely honest, though that game was completely fair, yes?" she said to the manager, who nodded "I did not care if I lost, because I have both won and lost before and each is pretty much the same to me." "I see. And you needed money?" She nodded. "Once. But no longer. So I am quite willing to part with it all. If you sign this new agreement that I and the manager have created. Here." Andrew took the contract. And without looking it at at all, signed it instantly, handing it back to Debra. "You didn't even look." "This gets me that money doesn't it?" "It does." The manager left, and returned with a case promptly. It was metal and had a code on it. He entered the code, unlocked the case and showed the contents - clearly half full - of bills that marked up to what looked like $18,000, without a close inspection. He clicked the case shut, entered the code and showed it to Andrew. "This is, I assure you, yours. It will be placed in safe deposit box 237, and the code on it is your birth date, sir. Until your business here is concluded. And for you, miss, as requested." he handed her two vials. Her eyes danced with glee. The manager left. She silently regarded him with that know-it-all expression, before she handed him one of the vials. "Here. Drink." "What is it?" "It's part of the terms of your contract." "What is this, drugs?" "Sort of. But does it matter? Drink." Andrew, without apparent choice in the matter, and still grasping at the little hope that that money would be his without anything too onerous occurring in the near future, drank. It tasted like the strongest shot he'd ever had. Like a sambuca laced with emotions, fears and dreads. It went down his throat like liquid magma, and entered his body and left it alight in all corners. Every part of him felt attacked by it, pulled by it, driven by it somehow. And Andrews head was hit with a massive does of oxygen and so much else - it took every fiber of his being to stay conscious, and his heart, which had had a few palpitations in its time, skipped multiple beats. When he began to regain some measure of his senses, and gasping - without realizing he was on his knees, clutching at the edges of the chair with his fingernails, he took in Debra and with a fury was about to round on her - until he noticed, with some measure of amazement, the transformation that had taken place. She was still tall, in her high heeled shoes, and still had the same jet black hair, and the eyes were unmistakably Debra - but she was shorter visibly, her skin had changed, and that hair had grown finer. Her face, though filled with makeup still, had softened also, and her body - that V shape had gone and been replaced with the most incredible hourglass figure. She picked out something from the coat-hangers, a lacy silk basque, and a bright yellow mini skirt and a top which left little to the imagination. Her new breasts were almost bursting from it. "What are you going to wear, I wonder. Hm. Look behind you. And what's your name" "Andrew." he said without thinking. But his voice - it was many octaves higher than before. What the hell had that stuff done to him? "Andi will do. Yes, get that, I think. Good for an Andi." she said pointing behind Andi. There was a burlesque outfit, champagne shaped in the middle and see through at the top with suspenders and tights, and a pair of heels beneath it. "Wear it." Andi looked at her. "It's part of the terms. DO it." Andi did so. He grabbed the outfit, and took off all of his own clothes, which felt rather baggy. This was surreal. But it was about to get worse. "Wha-" "Don't stop, we have little time. We have to get out there shortly." Where there was, Andi didn't know. But what was holding him up was his smooth, and shorter legs. He pulled the suspenders up, and then took his shirt off, and gasped. He had tits! What the hell? And not small ones either. What the hell was going on? Debra laughed at him again. "I'll explain soon. But better if you just put it all on and come with me." Andi did so. It felt so strange, all this Lycra fabric and soft material rasping over what appeared to be his new, female body. The see through top left very little to the imagination up there, but it was intensely feminine and left him in no doubt as to what he was. "Good. You look incredible, you sure you haven't done this before? Now pick a mask and come with me - actually, no, in fact, wear this. Now come with me." She handed her a Venetian style masquerade mask, and took another for herself with a feather pluming from the top. Debra took him through the door at the back of the changing room and they entered an elaborate casino styled bedroom! With someone on the bed. Debra made a 'shush' gesture at Andi and moved to the side of the bed. There were the standard hotel paraphernalia all around and it was a regular queen sized bed, but the yuppie suited guy lying tied to the bed was at odds with the surroundings. "Hello there sweetie" she said. Andi registered that Debra's voice had also gone up a few octaves, but it was no less domineering in the female range. "Oh! Man, this is all getting a bit intense for a bachelor party. Can you-" "Shut up." she slapped his thigh. "Your friends have paid good money for you to enjoy your single life one last time. And so you shall. But you must be quiet, and good, unless you want -me- to be BAD." He did remain silent. "Now, then. You can't see me, nor can you see my - what do you office types call it. Intern. She has to learn the ropes, about pleasure, and pain, and how closely linked they are. And how female and male also, are linked." "Whoa, you aren't a tranny are y-" this time she grabbed his member through his be-suited pants, hard. He winced and yelled out. "What did I tell you? Anyway. Let me show you exactly who we are." she removed his blindfold and looked around. "Holy shit" he said as he laid eyes on Andi and her revealing outfit. "That's what I thought." said Debra, and placed the blindfold back on him. "Now then, lets see what we're dealing with here. I wonder if you're going to be able to surprise me, but I doubt it. Andi, come here." She (Andi supposed she should think of herself as a she for now, as insane as it was) did. "Now, kneel above his face." She did. "Now then, mister bachelor." Debra pulled down the bottom of her basque and straddled him. His member got visibly erect as he felt her do so" "Raise your hands up." he did. "Get each of my interns tits in your hands, and for every moan you get out of her, you get some pleasure from me. Got that?" He nodded. Andi felt the doubt creep on to her face, and her mind screamed to get the hell up and get out of there - but what recourse was there really. As terrifying and weird as this was, she was committed now, so she remained there - with her see through burlesque styled Lycra top hanging down - those breasts she now had HAD to be D's at least. His hands found their way to her, and began to caress her gently, as she too leaned toward his face, smelling - for the first time - the room and it's faint lavender aroma, mixed with multiple perfumes, which disguised the man that was fondling her now. A finger found her nipple - it was pleasant. More than that, it was arousing. And she couldn't help a sigh escape her lips. "VERY good" said Debra with huge amusement, and she undid his pants and brought his member out, while caressing it up and down. He was averagely sized but to Andrews eyes it looked huge. "Carry on." He did so, and emboldened, started to play with her more and more. And tugged the edge of her top to get better access - it wasn't difficult to set them loose, they were tight against the top as it was! And play with them further. She couldn't help herself, she moaned out. "Excellent" said Debra, and leaned down to take him in her mouth. Andi was transfixed, torn between these sensations, and watching the still tall but now hyper feminine Debra's red lips around the man. It was mere moments before he began to tense. "NOT YET" Debra exclaimed -loudly-, pulling her mouth free and jolting them all. She straddled him, and pushed her outfit to one side, Andrew already knew what was coming - a clean shaven pussy was now possessed by the once male. She quickly impaled herself on him. "Now kiss her, and fuck me." she raspily said, with her arousal unquestionable. Andi supposed that order was half for her, and closed her eyes (though it was slightly difficult to see out of the mask) and leaned down to him, their faces upside down, and began to kiss him, while all the while out of the corner of her eye Debra was building herself to what looked like a massive orgasm. "That's it. HARDER." she squealed as he thrust upwards into her. No more words came from her shortly though, only noises of utter content. "I can't stop myself-" he grimaced, pushing Andi away "I'm gonna-" "YES. Cum. Cum inside me!" That was all it took and he tensed and orgasmed as Andi stood and watched. Afterwards, they had moved back to the changing room. "It shouldn't be long now, another 60 seconds." Andi nodded, in a little bit of shock. After the 60 seconds were up, the pain had returned ? Debra was suffering too, and almost in unison they returned to their original forms. "That was a lot of fun. You did well, I must admit to being a little surprised by quite HOW calm you were though." "If this is what gets me what I need." Andrew's voice had returned now. "It does" Debra said almost tenderly. "But first, there's the small matter of the 'big game'" END OF PART ONE