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My name is Amber, and you may remember me from the story, 'Not Everything in Life is Black and White,' with my friend Kat.
Well, I want to tell you all about my summer, and the pickle I got myself into. I had the opportunity, with Kat, to work as a hostess at a Casino. Our work was to cheer up the punters and help make their day, build them up when they won, and make them feel better when they lost. No touching, no fraternising and no drinking.
It was fun, and quite a turn-on galivanting around in skimpy clothes, being assessed by the horny punters, and getting tips out of all proportion to the pay. Kat and I found ways after work in the early hours to unwind and help us sleep. I'll leave that to your imagination as I have so much more to tell you.
It was almost time to go home, and I had finished work the day before, but Kat had one more duty to go. I decided that having spent all summer as a hostess, it was time I saw life from the other side. I wouldn't have dared, but the boss was away, so I thought I could get away with it.
My tips meant that I had bought some lovely clothes and decided to dress up and blow a bit of money at the tables. I showered and stood naked in front of the full-length mirror, admiring my youthful body, my nipples stiffening as I looked. I slipped on a matching bra and negligible thong and turned to view my cheeky buttocks in the mirror. Perfect.
A short summer dress, strappy sandals and a simple gold necklace complemented the bright red lipstick and with a good dab of perfume, I was ready to show those boys how to make money.
Striding into the casino as if I owned the place, I was greeted by Kat.
"What the fuck are you doing?" she said, "the Boss will go mad and we'll never be invited back."
"He's not here, silly girl," I retorted, "and anyway, how can he complain? I'm not an employee any more and hardly likely to break the bank."
"Well I’m employed here, and I'm not allowed to fraternise, at least not until later. Please behave."
With a snort of derision, I flounced off to the blackjack table.
Three rounds of that and I was up on the night. Quite a lot actually, and rather full of myself, and getting a lot of attention from both men and women because of my apparent luck. I swanned over to the roulette table.
Starting slowly, I put a small amount on Red, then Black as I gauged how things seemed to be going. My courage, or you might say foolhardiness, increasing as the night and alcohol progressed.
Suddenly I was aware of a couple standing next to me, one on either side. "You're doing well," the young man said, and I was aware of his hand resting gently on my bottom.
"Yes," his partner said in a husky, sexy voice, "let us help. We're good at this you know." Her arm was around my shoulders and it felt rather good.
Alcohol is dastardly in its ability to make you feel warm and secure, and I felt just that. Silly me.
Listening to their advice, I became more adventurous in my betting. As I ventured from red and black, odd and even, to individual numbers, the voices in my ears encouraging me more and more, my winnings and my starter pot began to diminish. Dollar by dollar, it all slipped away from me.
As I turned, tearful from the table, the young woman said to me, "come and join us in the VIP room." I turned and looked at her for the first time. She was beautiful, stunningly dressed, taller than me and she took my breath away."
"No money," I gurgled.
"We'll sort it," the young man replied, and again I turned and was swept away by his handsome face and toned body.
Not knowing which way to turn, I meekly let them take me by each arm into the VIP room as the doors silently closed behind us.
The clientele was clearly very rich and very experienced at the gambling tables. Thankfully I was able to watch for a while as I took stock of what had happened. Were they a con pair? Matt and Lucy sounded unlikely names, so I was, as I thought, on my guard. However, they did seem to be winning so I relaxed and enjoyed watching, forgetting my earlier downfall.
"Your turn," Lucy said, but I shook my head.
"No money."
"How about I buy that necklace?" said Matt, "a hundred bucks maybe?" It had cost half that, so I agreed, and started to bet again, the adrenaline returning.
Oh dear, all too soon, this too had disappeared, and once again I was ready to leave. "Fifty dollars for the sandals," Lucy said and I now understood the gambling addiction. Without a word, I agreed and slipped out of my shoes.
As you can imagine, that sort of money doesn't last long in an environment like that. Before I could blink after the last dollar fell, that husky voice in my ear said, "luck changes, you know, two-hundred dollars for the dress."
Now that was surely a step too far. I looked around and saw there were no more than ten people in the room, half men, half women, all glamorous, all smiling, all watching for my reaction. Several of the women had a lot of cleavage on display and wallowed in showing off their voluptuousness. One of these caught my eye and gave a gentle nod.
Knowing the escape routes from my work as a hostess, and before I could analyse the situation in any more detail, I slipped off the dress, which left me standing in only my bra and that somewhat ludicrous, if not meaningless thong. Vaguely aware of the applause that echoed around the table, I started betting again with my new-found wealth. For a while, it paid off, and before long I had doubled my money.
Time to leave I thought, but it doesn't work like that, does it? "The bra? A hundred?" And without thinking I was topless and can only imagine there was more applause, but I can’t remember it. I was aware that my nipples had hardened, and the situation had turned me on something rotten. I didn't dare check my thong, but I was only too aware that the nature of the material would have shown evidence of my arousal.
All eyes were on me as put the whole lot on Red. Success. Phew. And again. Failure.
Knowing it really was all over, I slipped off my soaking thong and put it on black. This time I looked up and saw everyone around the table bidding for the thong and trying to outdo each other. Before I knew it, I had a thousand dollars and no clothes. Realisation dawned and I took the money while the winner, lucky man, held the thong to his nose, breathed in deeply, and thrust it in his pocket.
They were still all looking at me and I didn't know which way to turn. Lucy led me over to a settee and pushed me down, and stripping off her dress, sank to her knees. She was naked - no bra, no thong.
Call me intelligent, but I suddenly twigged this was a set-up. Spot a pretty girl, get her captivated, bring her to the VIP room and then put on a sex show for the rich, if not so famous.
Having been naked in front of these people for so long, and being as horny as a highland cow, I opened my legs and waited. Not for long. Lucy knew her job. With her perfect ass raised in the air towards the salivating guests, no doubt her pussy lips swollen with desire and her puckered anus twinkling for their delight, she lowered her mouth to my pussy.
Did I say she knew her job? Instantly I was transported to a better place. My eyes closed as I focussed on the wonderful sensations she was creating in my nether regions. Her tongue was a finely tuned instrument and the flicks, licks and penetrations didn't take long before I was climbing the hill towards release.
Her timing was impeccable. As I got close, she slowed down, before building me up again with a couple of fingers weaving their wonder in my soaking pussy. Finally, when I was that close, she slipped one of her wet fingers into my ass just as she nipped my clit with her teeth.
I screamed, and a torrent of filthy language spewed from my mouth. Finally, I came down from my high and opened my eyes. What a sight. The guests were not only watching but some were openly masturbating, trousers dropped, cocks at full mast half covered by the blur of the owner’s hand, panties dropped, hands embedded, while one woman was being serviced by a very well-endowed man as she was bending forwards over the roulette table.
Pulling me to my feet, Lucy took my position on the settee and said, "My turn."
Being well brought-up, I knew I had to return the favour, but as a pussy-lover, this wasn’t a difficult decision to make. Assuming the same position, ass up, head down, I started to feed. And oh my, how sweet she tasted, and her moans of pleasure caused me to juice-up even more than I already was.
Using my nose to rub her clit as my mouth and tongue worked on her pussy, I was suddenly aware of two hands grasping my buttocks. Before I could react, I felt that delicious sensation for which there is nothing that comes close, of a good-sized hard cock slipping deep in the depths of my pussy.
Nothing on earth would have stopped me at that point as I increased my dedication to the altar of sex in front of me as I was being pounded from behind. I could sense Lucy getting close by the noises she was making and from Matt, as it turned out, although I wasn't sure at the time, by the increased tempo and swelling of his cock.
That was enough for me and reciprocating for Lucy by pushing a wet finger in her perfect ass, she came hard enough to drive me over the edge The pulsations of my muscles were enough to finish Matt off who decided to shower my bottom and back with his scalding cum.
Flopping back onto the settee, Lucy and I held each other in post-orgasmic bliss as I took in the debauched scene in front of me. No-one cared a hoot about me any more; they were all at it now, masturbation forgotten, it was like a rabbit farm with everyone paired off and fucking like it was the last chance they would ever get.
Matt sat down and held Lucy too, but both drifted off to sleep as they recovered. Slipping out unwatched by anyone, I disappeared, still naked but with my thousand dollars still intact, through the staff exit and wondered what the hell to do next.
Kat, my lovely Kat, appeared with what appeared to be her panties screwed up in her hand.
"Well," she panted, "you can't blame me for masturbating watching that. Come on girl, let's find a kitchen uniform for you and get you back to bed. I for one have some unfinished business and you can gamble again as to whether I tell the boss or whether you give me as good as that girl got."
The boss remains ignorant of that night, and Kat still has a smile on her face.
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