Midnight to eight, same job, in another hotel casino. For six months I was filling in for my ex-roommate Steve.
“This job has a different kind of perk then the rest,” he said, “Just give the brunette teacher her slack. Here’s her picture, her name is Diane. She’ll give you a tip at the end of the night, nothing illegal, okay? Antoine will introduce you to her.”
“Sure, ” I answered, wondering what I’m getting myself into. You see I work central monitoring, doing video surveillance in the city that never sleeps – Las Vegas. To the ones in the know, we are the eyes in the sky. I guess it could be a Peeping Tom’s nirvana, but most of the time, it’s routine and boring. After five years, I’m pretty good at picking the card counters out or the cheats who work in tandem. You learn it’s not what they look like, but what they do. Some of players have it down to a science, but there’s always one slip up, no matter how good the system or the high tech toys they use. My job is to catch them on the monitors.
Last night was a slow night in the casino. A few old ladies hung on the slots and the last remains of a Chemlawn convention that should have gone home yesterday. A good-sized crowd grew around the crap table. I saw why, when I zoomed in with the camera. A tall brunette with a low cut dress and high flares up to the hip on both sides. She might be a schoolteacher the rest of the year, but when she walked into the casinos she become the complete opposite. This hot looking babe knew how to spark energy at the table. A few of the regulars took their turns rolling the dice. Louis, our resident royalty Euro-trash degenerate made the first move on her.
The player’s chips looked pretty low when I heard him ask the teacher,” Anything you can think of to get a good run baby?” She wiggled her pretty round ass against his crotch then took the dice and put them inside her dress. It didn’t take long for the other men at the table to see that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath but a trim wisp of pubes. Louis licked the dice before he rolled them into a six. The men at the table put their tongues back in their mouths and put their chips down on the come line. Diane squirmed each time Louie took the dice and rubbed them under her dress. The table was having a good run and chips piled up.
“Why don’t we go into the VIP room, “Louis asked.
All eyes were on Anthony, the pit boss. I remembered him from when he started for UNLV. He was still built like a black Adonis. He tilted his head; careful not to drop his trademark Revo’s that he never took off. The men at the table took that as a yes and followed him into the back room. Diane downed an absolute straight up and followed.
Once inside the private room, she picked up the dice and yelled in a rapsy growl, ” Gimme a six the hard way.” She dropped her dress and rubbed the dice on her silky tuft of hair. The men took one look at her ass, and all clothes fell to the floor. “Seven,” she screamed holding Doug’s stiff prick with one hand and rolling the dice with the other. They slammed off the back of the table. “Yes,” she squealed at the four and three combination.
Diane tossed down another Absolute. She must have had about ten grand in chips on the table. Louis dropped to his knees and flicked his tongue between her legs. She pressed her pink wet lips against his face and tossed the dice. When she crapped out, she threw the Frenchman to the carpet. Louis lied there flat on his back with a smile on his pussy soaked lips. Anthony stared straight ahead and raked in the table’s lost money with his long wooden stick. There was no emotion or facial expression from him.
Tyler, another regular, stepped forward to roll the dice. He ‘s a Brad Pitt look alike and most of the showgirls do him for that reason alone. He pinched the teacher’s erect nipples and rolled a four. Diane slapped his face when he stuck his prick halfway inside her wet pussy.
“Not until I have a hundred honey,” she scowled. Tyler threw a big Ben Franklin on the crap table.
“That’s a hundred thousand, handsome, not dollars,” she said and tossed his one hundred dollar bill on the floor. Tyler’s dick went limp, but he picked the dice up and rolled another four. Diane buried a finger up to the knuckle inside her pussy. She put it up to his lips for him to lick and raked in about twenty five thousand on his run at the table.
Cowboy Steve stepped forward to roll next. He lifted Diane on top of the table and slurped her pussy like a long neck bottle of Lone Star. He put his dick in her mouth and rolled the dice. Without losing a beat, Diane took her chips and put them on the come line while Steve licked and she sucked. When he crapped out, she sat up and took a quick count of her chips. She had about forty thousand. Anthony raked in the table losses. Diane counted her chips, and had about fifty thousand. It was getting late and some of the men were eyeing the showgirls sitting at the bar alone through the one way mirror. They began to get dressed and put their chips away until Diane called, “Double or nothing.’
“Tables closed,” Anthony answered.
“I want to make one last come bet,” she said looking straight into his dark sunglasses.
“You’re the only player,” he shrugged. “Looks like everybody else has never seen showgirl snatch before. Sure why not.”
Diane hopped back on the table and slid her pussy on the come line.
“Here’s the bet Mandingo, you make me cum before you, and you can have my fifty thousand. You lose and I get the hundred. Even up.”
The whole room came became still and waited for Anthony to answer. He ran his long black fingers along the inside of the teacher’s creamy white thighs. He spread her lips to reveal her swollen little pearl.
“Take your money and go home to Brooklyn or Queens or wherever the fuck you came from. I don’t want your money. Louis and the rest of the regulars all threw their chips on the crap table. She leaned over and unzipped Anthony’s pants.
“He may have said no, but his stiff black dick says yes,” she said to the room.
“Give her the fuck she needs and we’ll bet the whole load against her fifty that she cums first.” Louis said.
Anthony shrugged his approval. “That will be six to one, any other takers? All bets down,” he barked as he pulled the teacher to the edge of the table and opened her legs. She twitched when he slid his long, black fuck pole into her pink pussy. Her labia stretched wide to take his bulbous head and thick shaft. Diane’s body shook hard when he went ball deep. Everyone in the room leaned on the other edge of the table and watched them fuck. Her juices dripped down to her ass every time he withdrew his manhood, to thrust again and again. Their skin colors contrasted sharply under the bright table lights.
“Fuck me baby, good and hard, ” she hissed.
“Hey, no talking,” Louis yelled.
Anthony moaned, ignoring him while he picked up the pace. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fingers around the edge of the table. Her long red nails dug into the wooden table. Her breasts heaved and I could only imagine how the air hung heavy with the smell of raw, hard sex. Diane’s moans reached a high pitched crescendo that made my poker twitch against my desk. She bit her lip while the black stud kept up a furious fuck. Between body shaking thrusts, Diane put her finger on her swollen clit and then to Anthony’s lips. He couldn’t help but lick it. His glasses crashed to the floor. The grimace on his face told how close he really was. You could hear a pin drop in the room, when he pulled his pussy drenched black dick out of her pussy and shot squirt after squirt around the table. When the cum landed on the men they cursed and muttered. Diane put a firm grip on his prick, and milked the last dribble of cum on her pussy. She then pressed it against her clit and came with a loud shriek. With a smile that went from ear to ear, she pulled in all the chips to her breasts.
Anthony gave a sheepish grin to the men at the table. Diane kissed him and in a whisper loud enough for everybody to hear, said “You were the hottest fuck I ever had…for a man.”
I pulled the videotape of the crap table orgy out of the machine and went downstairs to the lounge. I spotted one of the security guys and called him over.
“Hey Eddie, do me a favor and go up to control and cover for me, I need a break,” I said to the floor security officer.
“No problem Ray, go ahead take your time”
I spotted Anthony and Diane at a table in the back of the lounge bar. He stood up and we were almost eye to eye.
“You must be Ray, filling in for Steve right.”
“For the next six months,” I answered.
“Didn’t you play for Syracuse?” he asked.
“As a walk on, I wasn’t in your league man.”
“Well I remember you, good vertical for a white boy.”
“Thanks.”
“Have a seat,” he said. “This is Diane, who I I’m sure you know a little more intimately then most people on a first introduction.”
“Nice to meet you,” I shook her hand and felt her heat. She smiled and pulled a stack of chips from her bag and put in on my lap. “
“Was that show hot enough for you,” she asked seductively.
“Hot? I’ve never seen anything like that in my life. Where were you when I was in high school?” I gave the videotape to Diane.
“You know that has to be worth about 500 thousand to French Louis,” Anthony said.
“If his wife ever lays eyes on it, she’ll cut him right out of her family’s blue blood will.”
“That tape is for our pleasure only; blackmail is not part of the deal,” she answered. “They may have lost money tonight, but everyone of them is going to sleep with a smile on their face.
“Okay, no problem with me,” he said with a shrug. “But before I forget, I won’t be here next week, you’ll have to get a fill in.”
‘You’re kind of cute Ray, are you up for it?” Diane asked me.
“Am I ever,” I was ready to give up all my chips for the chance right then and there. She put her hand on my lap and squeezed my one-hour hard-on.
“I think a little one-on-one rehearsal right now wouldn’t hurt, “she said.
She stood up and grabbed my hand and we walked back to the VIP room together. I took quick look at the bar and watched the crab table regulars pairing up with the showgirls. Anthony gave me thumbs up as I closed the double doors to the private room. I took off my sports jacket and put it over the video camera. Diane slipped out of her dress and unbuttoned my shirt. I held her in my arms and felt her warm wet breasts press against my chest. I realized I was going to really like these perks for the next six months.
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