Business Affairs

*** Leanna -- Casino Poker Pot ***

Sam and Leanna had traveled to Sin City for some first interviews of local talent seeking escape from the seedy street scene. Most candidates arrived at the meeting venue in clothes and makeup that appeared better for a pickup than a desire to move up in life. Sam was unimpressed, finding them wholly underrated for his high value clients.

The trip was a waste for business purposes but it did provide an outlet for some fun and relaxation. Sam was not a habitual gambler but he thought of himself as rather good at poker.

He was seated in a private room at an octagonal card table with three well-dressed gentleman and a female dealer. There were little table name plagues in front of each player: Sam, George, Gino and Larry.

Leanna stood at his side, playing eye candy to distract the other men. Her sequined party dress boosted her cleavage and showed lots of leg above her matching heels.

A casino floor waitress slid in sporadically to deliver complimentary drinks. Sam thought he was nursing the same one, not paying attention as she slipped him a fresh one when his was half empty.

George and Larry were down to a small pile of chips each. Gino was almost hidden behind his stacks of colorful disks. Sam didn't have quite that amount but was well ahead of the fading fortunes of the other two.

The hand was dealt and the pot grew beyond their means, so the two small stash players folded in order to shepherd what remained of their stakes.

"Okay, guys, thanks for the game but we're going elsewhere to try something else. Good luck!"

Sam looked across at Gino and they signaled the dealer to proceed. She shuffled a deck in the mix machine as they anted up. Seven cards were distributed, face down.

Gino was stoic as he examined his hand. Sam pulled his up and spread them in his hand one by one.

Jack of hearts, Jack of spades -- a pair. Nice!

10 of clubs, 10 of spades -- 'wow, two pairs' he thought. His eyes widened just a touch.

9 of spades, 8 of spades -- holy shit! A possible straight!

Last card: 7 of spades!

A lump formed in his stomach as the nervous tension grew. He looked across at the large pile in front of the other player. He could pay for the whole journey by winning this hand. He was light headed and got giddy with excitement. He pulled Leanna's ear to his lips and whispered.

"Go to the room and get ready for me. I'll be along as soon as I win this pot and we are going to celebrate! Big time!"

She kissed his cheek and took her leave, heading up to their room to preen and prepare for some extraordinary bedtime fun.

The dealer called for bets. The man slid half his pile into the center. The dealer looked at Sam. His mind was churning with delight; damn, he was holding the winning hand. He counted out the matching amount. It was more than half his table stakes but he threw caution to the wind in his irrepressible glee.

The other man extended his remaining chips. Sam counted out his share but was short. Gino smirked with irrepressible delight.

"Looks like I win: 'table stakes' is the rule."

Sam looked at the dealer who nodded her concurrence. She started to push the pot to the winner. Sam panicked.

"Hey, wait a minute. I'll make you a deal."

He pulled out his room keycard and flapped it between his middle fingers instead of his thumb and index. He hoped it looked like a cool move instead of desperation.

"My redhead lady in red that was just here is upstairs waiting to celebrate with me. For just this hand, let's say she celebrates with the winner of the pot."

He tossed the room card onto the pile of chips in the center.

Gino sat back in his chair and let his face frown and then a jaw twist of contemplation. That ginger bitch sure looked like one fine piece of ass with boobs to die for. The pot didn't even touch a small percentage of his budget for this weekend's trek to the gambling mecca. This was just his warmup game, a way to get him in a risk rich mood. It would save him contacting the hotel concierge for his usual ensuite escort. True redheads were rare and her freckles showed realism.

"Okay, I'll bite. Your room, all night. No limits."

Sam nodded, sure of the other man's misfortune.

"Done."

Sam was the one who would have all the money and all the cunny tonight.

He reordered the cards in his hand. The jack of hearts and 10 of spades were set apart and then with dramatic flourish, he laid out the run of spades: Jack, 10, 9, 8 and then the 7. Sam was grinning from ear to ear.

The other man saw the straight flush and nodded his admiration.

"That's a good hand; straight flush odds are 72,000:1. Congratulations..."

Sam reach for the pot...

"But... hold on there, partner..."

The other man turned over his cards. His were laid in random order: five hearts, one diamond, one club. He removed the diamond and club, then shifted the other five into line: Queen, Jack, 10, 9, 8.

"... this is a better hand; looks like I win."

Sam saw the set and his ego crashed with an exhaled 'whoosh'. His fuzzy mind was suddenly crisp as a cracker.

Gino flipped a blue chip to the female dealer whose low-cut blouse caught it in her cleavage.

"There you go, honey. Can you put my winnings on my account?"

"Yes, sir."

He reached across and plucked the room keycard from the pile.

"I'll take care of this one myself."

She smiled at her tipping patron and winked.

"Understood."

This was her steady job but she had the occasional 'night shift'; that's what the feminine staff called it. Those side hustles weren't officially for the casino but happened at the casino, the hotel more specifically. She was quietly advertised by her 'agent' as very flexible, both in abilities and attitude.

Gino, her scrumptious booking for tonight, was gone, off to collect his other 'winnings'. The concierge would just have to find her another last-minute booking. Or maybe not.

She looked at Sam. He was middle-aged but appeared to be fit and hopefully prosperous enough if he could lose the money... and the girl, all in one hand. She worked her shtick.

She bent way over to gather the chips, a 'humph' from her throat to call his attention to her bodacious down blouse view with the trapped blue chip. She leaned back and busied herself with sorting the chips into same color stacks. Sam looked up and saw her as if for the first time.

She wore a classic casino floor worker outfit: white blouse unbuttoned over the upper part of her 'Wonder-bra' boobs, a tight blue velvet vest that fit close to her trim midsection, matching mid-thigh blue wool skirt, and low working heels.

Her wavy blonde hair was gathered in a top bun of blonde tresses, leaving her ears, neck and face uncovered. Her cosmetics were professionally light and subtle: red lips and mascara setting off her blue eyes.

As she sorted and counted the chips, she added small talk. Sam watched her work, his mind churning with self-disparaging thoughts.

"Looks like you lost your room. But we value your patronage; I can get the concierge to book you another. And I can guarantee your comfort and satisfaction... personally..."

She winked at the double entendre, hoping he caught the gist of her offer. She pointed to her name tag and then lightly fluffed her blonde hair.

"By the way, that guy wasn't being fresh. My name is Honey; goes with the hair."

She finished her counting, wrote the amount in the ledger and placed the hoard in the secure lock box along with Gino's table name tag. She buzzed for security to carry Gino's money to the backroom safe. She stood facing Sam, hands on hips, a confident stance, and cocked an eyebrow and smiled.

"So... how about that room?"

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Gino exited the elevator and approached the hotel room that matched his recently acquired keycard... and the babe waiting to celebrate inside.

He paused to gather his presence before potentially barging in on the surprised redhead. He practiced his story but probably wouldn't need one. Sam's relationship with this girl couldn't be that serious if he was willing to blithely gamble her away.

Should he knock? That wasn't what Sam would do. He would use his keycard and enter with a shout of glee at his success. Gino decided to keep her in suspense as long as possible.

He touched the door pad, waited for the clicks and turned the latch. Stepping through, he heard scurried footsteps approaching. Before she came into view, he sang his greeting.

"Darling... I'm home!"

As the door opened completely, they each came into the other's view. Leanna stopped short, a surprise on her face at the mystery intruder. Then her expression melted.

"What... Who...?"

Gino raised the key card to her view.

"I won the hand. Sam threw you into the pot and lost. I get you all night."

Leanna stood still, stunned by the revelation. Gino took that opportunity to survey his prize.

She was barefoot, wearing a translucent silk camisole, dotted with pokies at her chest. She wasn't wearing panties, ready for immediate action when her man arrived. And now he had, though a different man than her former plans.

She had preened, her long red hair combed out, a close vulva shave to give her man a soft smooth ride, and a spritz of his favorite perfume. Her darker mascara gave the 'bedroom eyes' effect, not lost on Gino. Fresh red lipstick gave her mouth a 'put your cock here' invitation. He intended to.

He stepped toward her as she backed away. He followed as she retreated from the entryway into the broader hotel room with its king-sized bed, desk and dresser and a set of opposing wall mirrors. Banal paintings of local scenes filled the unmirrored spaces. The window curtains were pulled aside, granting a twinkling view of the busy nighttime city. A very romantic aura for connubial sex.

Gino saw that he wasn't in for a fond welcome. But he expected the loosing player to pay his debts, even if the winner had to forcefully collect.

Without a further word, he undid his shoes, shirt and pants, nonchalantly dropping them to the floor. He swept his boxers down and freed his semi-tumescent hardon. The bulbous head looked like a weight that drooped the fat shaft in a downward arc.

He took another step forward, and saw her eyes fixed on his growing erection. She retreated more and her butt bumped the edge of the mattress. She pushed her arms in front, fingers spread and pointed upwards, a stance many women often thought could fend off their attacker. It wasn't going to happen.

Gino seized her wrists and pushed, toppling her backwards on the bed. She raised her legs in another futile attempt to do what her arms had not. He brushed them to either side of his hips, taking a stance in the conjugal gap.

Her ass rested on the edge of the mattress and the chemise had ridden up to expose her pussy. He was not inclined to wait. His hands cupped her ass cheeks and lifted the target closer. Now his cock was fully engorged, sticking out horizontal. He wiggled the tip into position, the conical apex barely cleaving her labia. But it was enough to hold the position. He shoved... hard. The head penetrated her feminine entrance and continued onward into a surprisingly slick vaginal passage.

Leanna was shocked at the way things had changed in the last few minutes. Her status with Sam was one of collaborative sex. He normally told her ahead of time when she was given to another male, a part of their business relationship. This sudden tradeoff was unexpected.

Yet, here she was, being fucked by this unplanned man. And wet as a rainstorm. Was it fear? Was it anger? Was it the thrill of domination?

She realized it didn't matter; she was experiencing a woman's secretly craved fantasy of sexual submission to an alpha male.

Gino set a pace of long, slow thrusts that bottomed out against her cervix. His hands contorted her waist, hips and ass; he controlled the angle of buffing on his head, corona and shaft. She wasn't unaffected by the ratcheting that rubbed his rod in different ways on her sensitive frontal and internal nerves. If her rainstorm analogy was relevant, she could only hope it strengthened into thunder and lightning.

Her wish may have been an allegory but the reality was emerging into a true story. Her genital nerves were lighting up and the rumble of an orgasm was a looming phenomenon. Whatever Gino was doing, no matter how uninvited at first, it was giving her goosebumps. She was flushed redder than her normal freckles and something had to give. The bed rattled, the connection squished and their breaths puffed in counter unison.

It came upon her like a sudden cloudburst. She tilted her head back, her fists gripped handfuls of bedsheet wrinkles and her hips, though captive in his clutch, levered up to accord him deeper penetrations. Her cry of rapture drowned out all other sounds.

Gino felt her body snap rigid, and vaginal tremors rippled along his shaft. He stood tall, his spine counter arched to give his knob a final hard press against her vibrating cervix. His balls delivered their jackpot of milky male essence as he joined his cock mounted game trophy in their mutual escape to sexual sanctuary.

Their body shudders and jitters continued for a long time after the culmination of the act. He finally lost his power and fell gently forward. Her hands released the bedsheet holds and wrapped his shoulders and neck. He wheezed down to a stabler respiration. His erection withered and fell out of her cunt. Disconnected, he rolled aside, letting his brain burn off the hormone saturation.

Some time passed; he lay where he had landed. He sensed that the girl hadn't moved away, also resting after her bout of ecstasy. He ventured the usual social ritual.

"Hi, my name's..."

She cut him off, a touch of anger in her voice.

"I know who you are: Gino. I saw your name plate at the poker game."

He let it go, waiting patiently for the customary reply. It was an awkward silence before she reached over and wrapped her fingers around his cock, shaking it like she was shaking his hand in greeting.

"I'm Leanna. Pleased to meet you."

There was a poignant pause... and then they both burst out laughing at the hands-on pun. It was as if the dark cloud of the pseudo-rape diffused into a silver lining hallow of congeniality. Gino hoped the frostiness had been broken and he wouldn't have to struggle all night to actuate his winnings. He wanted Leanna more docile and willing so that, over the next few hours, they could enjoy each other's talents and charms without rancor.

They fell into a light conversation, sharing just enough of a personal story to get comfortable without divulging any privileged life secrets. As the small talk ran out, she still had her man in hand. The muscle gave a few throbs and she squeezed and jiggled it. Gino lay quiet, letting his thoughts meander, feeling his verve, and his erection, returning.

Leanna recognized the change in the appendage and offered her services. She sat up, without releasing her hold, and used her free hand to doff her chemise. She saw her tits become Gino's eye magnets and sought to move things forward.

"You said 'all night', right? Well, let's not waste any of it."

She climbed over his hips and settled her butt on his thighs. Her hair was less behaved now and she puffed a few stray strands away from her face. Her well shaped boobs were nicely displayed and she used both hands to stroke him into a solid erection, just right for her mount and canter forth to the green pastures of orgasmic paradise.

Gino watched the action unfold, letting her lead the way. She scooted forward, rubbing him briefly with her juicy pussy lips, before elevating her hips and, still using one hand for stabilization, aligned him for penetration.

She had his tip notched to her cunt and took both hands to pull her hair away from her face and neck. She stared at him with her green eyes and, like always, anticipated her joy when the man's face and voice reacted to her sensual engulfment.

She let her weight do the deed, a long slow plunge. His knob passed her pink aperture and continued onward, ever onward, inside the warm, wet pathway to her womb.

She saw his happy expression, his eyes closing, and heard the groan of bliss as she tilted her torso forward, braced her hands beside his chest, and started the twerking rhythm. But timing wasn't her sole goal. As she pistoned, she tilted the angle, showing Gino that he wasn't the only one with that geometric talent.

She squeezed, and with him bottomed out, slid fore and back, side to side, stirring his cock like a swizzle-stick in a martini, stirred, not shaken. He groaned even more at the sensation. His voice whispered with elation.

"Oh, yeah, do that again..."

She did, a cacophony of motions that evoked his further groans and moans. The moves were stirring her passions as well. She could tell he was getting close; she knew she was.

And then it happened. He leaned his head back and bellowed. She felt the shots in her core and it triggered her release. She held down on him and squeezed, adding to both of their exhilarations.

Her passions rambled around her body and then settled as she sat on his shrinking erection. He was calmly looking at her, amazed by how Lady Luck had blessed him twice: at the game table and in Leanna's bed.

A while later, in the middle of the night, they were sitting on the carpet, Gino's back propped against the wall, his legs splayed open to his front. They had dozed briefly after the second round, a break for gathering energy for round three, or maybe more.

Behind him, the seductive glow of the neon flashing advertisements shed an undefinable amalgamation of color in the darkened room. The radiances illuminated Leanna in folded-leg, lotus pose; her naked beauty outshining the external beams with her own genre of feminine radiance.

They were devouring the snacks and sodas from the mini-bar stash. Wrappers and crumbs littered the floor between. Gino was in a contented mood, momentarily languid after two tremendous servings from Leanna's sensual menu. She had rocked his world in just a few short hours and as their time slipped steadily away, he wanted to give her a similar gift of pleasure.

"I want you to remember this night with as much satisfaction as I feel. What is your favorite sex act?"

She paused, recalling that special something that she always found inspired and satisfied her submissive tendencies. A shy smile tilted her lips; her low voice was almost a whisper, a plea, as she stated her preference.

"I really like sucking cock."

Gino was bemused at her declaration. He certainly wasn't going to reject her choice. He stayed seated in place, his cock soft but willing to accommodate the young lady's proclivity. He pointed briefly at his groin and made a disparaging 'come closer' waggle with a curl of his index finger.

"Okay, have at it. Enjoy!"

Leanna tilted over, unfolded her legs and slinked near, her face lowering to the level of his genitals. It wouldn't be the best position for her; him in a chair would have helped. But she didn't want to disturb his solace after he agreed to accommodate her wishes. She would make it happen right here.

She braced on her elbows and pushed her face to his cock. Her suspended nipples brushed the carpet, sending tingles to her pussy. She extended her tongue and tested the touch on his manroot. A tongue tip waggle caused a small jerk and she was glad he was sensitive to her looming penile ministrations.

Position and modus operandi established, she fell into her fellatio fun. She practiced all the moves that brought her the joy of servicing a man's member. Tongue laps, tip kisses, suckles and mouth bobs combined to caress the precious focus of a man's pride. She worshipped his cock with her mouth as he worshipped her mouth with his cock.