by Suzie Nelson
“Well I will just pretend this is my whiskey,’ I said and took a gulp of my milkshake, “now deal those cards and let’s see if the gods are smiling on us!”
We giggled like schoolchildren while we played some simple card games and that’s when my mother decided to teach me how to play Blackjack.
“It’s a game of sheer chance and you can never really win against the house in the long run,” my mother warned me as she dealt us each a hand.
“What is ‘the house’ and why can’t you win in the long run?” I’d asked innocently.
“The house is every gambling institution you play against; you know the place where your father gambles away our livelihood. You can never win in the long run because the odds are against you,” my mother answered, “the only way you’d ever be able to win against the house is if you somehow managed to memorize all the cards as they were dealt so you could calculate the odds in your head while you played.”
“But surely that’s impossible mom!” I’d exclaimed as my mother dealt me another card and taught me the basics of Blackjack, “no one can remember all the cards that way!”
“Difficult yes; impossible no. There are players that actually do this on a regular basis…they are called card counters,” my mother replied.
From that day on I was hooked. I started reading up about card counting and found out that it was a skill which had made some players very rich. I also read that the casinos and gambling houses banned anyone caught in the act of card counting, even though it was not illegal in any way. This went a long way towards exposing the hypocrisy of the gambling institutions. They advertised Blackjack as a ‘game of skill’ and yet when you used your card counting skills you got banned from playing! These gambling houses were lower than anything else on earth and I started formulating, in my young girl’s mind, how I could one day make them pay for all the hardship they’d caused me and my family.
“Will you take another card, madam?” the dealer asked and his voice shocked me back to reality. I realized, with horror, that I’d not been concentrating on the game and had lost count of the cards in my head; a cardinal sin for any good card counter. I was now reduced to just another gambler and I could actually feel little beads of sweat forming on my forehead.
“Hit me,” I replied and the dealer dealt me a king of diamonds, busting my total over 21. I’d just lost the entire $800 I’d bet on the hand. I looked up and caught a glimpse of the fucking Pit Boss and he was smiling.
You destroy people’s lives and then you stand there fucking smiling about it, I thought to myself and felt the indignant anger rising up inside of me.
“I will raise my bet,” I said in a calm voice and pushed $5,000 forward for the next hand. Even though I’d busted out badly in the previous hand,I’d gathered important information by seeing that last king dealt my way. I now knew that all of the tens and all of the picture cards had been dealt so my $800 which I’d lost on the previous hand had actually been a good investment. It had also set the Pit Boss’ suspicions at rest, at least for now, as he turned around and looked over at the bar were Francois was making a nuisance of himself by speaking way too loudly and hurling insults at the ‘cheap casino’ for refusing to send him a private dealer over to the bar so he could gamble right there close to the watering hole and his favorite barman.
“13, will you take another card, madam?” the dealer asked after dealing me an absolute nightmare hand of a 6 and a 7. The fact that I knew there were no 10’s or picture cards out there that could bust me out was now useless, as any 9 would take me to 22 and also bust me out. I knew that only one of the 9’s had already been dealt so there were several more 9’s in the deck that could seal my fate. My decision was fairly simple; I had to gamble and take another card. The dealer had already dealt himself a 10 and an 8 so he was standing on 18. If I didn’t take another card I would be stranded on 13 and be beaten by the dealer’s 18, so it was no brainer. The only real question was whether I was going to double up on my bet. I’d already bet $5,000 on the hand so I could raise the stakes to $10,000 if I wanted.
I thought again of how the Pit Boss had smiled as I lost the previous hand and a sudden flash of anger flushed through my head.
“I will take another card and I will also double my bet,” I announced and pushed another $5,000 worth of chips across the table.
“This one’s for you, mommy,” I whispered and watched anxiously as the dealer prepared to toss me another card. I really couldn’t afford to lose $10,000 as it would put me way back on my schedule of saving up another $120,000. I realized I was now playing Blackjack much the same way my father had done while he was still alive; there was no skill involved in this particular hand; it was a pure gamble as I was unable to predict the next card’s likely value.
I now went through the same torture every other gambler faced when they sat down at a Blackjack table with nothing more than the favor of the gods aiding them in their battle against the house. My heart was beating in my chest and my mouth was dry as the desert.
“Please, please God just this one time,” I prayed silently as I watched the dealer put his hand on the top of the deck. Then he took the card and dealt it to me with a swift movement of his practiced right hand.
“It’s a 7 and the lady wins!” the dealer announced and I jumped up from my seat and let out a little shriek. I’d only won $20,000 and it was by no means a great addition to my grand total, but it had been one of the most riveting experiences of my life. I’d truly gambled this time with nothing more than a wish and a prayer and I’d come out on top! Perhaps the gods were truly smiling on me!
“No thank you, I will not play another hand,” I said after the dealer had tried to lure me back for another dip in the pool of gambling sin. I raked together my winnings and headed straight for the cashier. I’d won a little over $20,000 altogether and now only needed about $100,000 before I would have the $500,000 required to pay for my mother’s operation.
The downside of the evening’s little performance was that the Pit Boss had most definitely taken notice of me and I saw him speaking into his two-way radio as I got up to leave the table. The CCTV cameras, no doubt, would have recorded close up images of my face and I got the feeling that my incognito efforts, at least for now, might be over on the Vegas Strip. The casino would sell the information they’d put together on me to the rest of the casinos on the Strip and there was now very little prospect of me doing any more successful card counting in Las Vegas.
“Well done my little angel!” Francois exclaimed with a smile as I met him outside the casino.
“Thank you, my dear sir,” I replied and threw my arms around his neck exuberantly, “that was so much fun! Now please tell me you have another rooftop you can show me after all of that excitement.”
“I have something far better in mind,” Francois said in that low, sexy voice of his and I felt a stirring as my love juices started flowing to the more intimate parts of my body at the thought of another session of lust and passion with my gorgeous French playboy on a sultry Vegas evening.
FRANCOIS
The entire desert lay in front of us…as did the rest of the night and the rest of our lives.
I felt like the gambling of the evening had just been a prelude to the excitement I was experiencing now as I put down my foot on the gas pedal and listened to Jenny’s shrieks of excitement as my blood red Ferrari Testarossa carried us at the speed of light along the stretch of desert road.
“This is the only way to travel!” Jenny shouted and stood up out of her seat to let the wind blow through her long blond hair as we hit 140 mph. I wasn’t planning on taking the Ferrari out of storage until I was well settled into the casino business as I knew it would draw way too much attention for me to remain incognito, but I just thought what the fuck when I saw the glow of excitement in Jenny’s eye as we stood outside the casino.
“It sure is the only way, my blonde angel!” I shouted right back at her.
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�That’s so funny, you sound just like my mother!” Jenny shouted.
“Why!?”
“She always calls me her little angel too!”
“Well, it seems we both know how to close our eyes to your wicked side!” I shouted again and Jenny laughed with reckless abandon.
It was more than a ride in a fast car; Jenny and I were speeding away from the rules tying us down to a society that didn’t really care for our happiness whilst only seeking the satisfaction of its own insatiable lust and greed.
When I finally slowed down and pulled off from the road my ears were hissing as a sudden silence replaced the deep animal-like growl of the V12 engine.
“I’ve never been so fucking horny in my entire life…I want you to sex me up right here and right now!” Jenny ordered and I was happy to oblige. I was ready to go myself. Fortunately, I had a condom with me and I slipped it on as I watched Jenny undress.
She pushed down her dress in one quick movement and stood there only in her bra and panties. Jenny Blake looked like an ancient goddess in the light of the desert moon and I hungrily took her into my arms and pressed my lips on her wet inviting mouth. She parted her lips for me and our tongues collided like comets in the night.
Then I picked her up and put her down on the hood of the Ferrari; spreading her legs to allow me to ram my rock hard cock inside her.
“Aaaahh,” she moaned as I started pounding her with no thought of foreplay or finesse. Her pussy was wet as a desert oasis and I was so hard that my erection was almost hurting me as I rocked my hips back and forth.
“I’m coming…fuck me harder…I’m coming!” Jenny shouted and then we both erupted in the exact same moment as the stars of our desire lined up perfectly in the hot desert night...
“That was the most incredible ride of my life!” Jenny exclaimed as we both struggled to regain our breath.
“The ride in the Ferrari or me riding you on the Ferrari?” I asked jokingly.
“Both,” she answered, “But don’t even think for a second that this is over…I’m only getting started on you!”
Jenny was insatiable and I allowed her to sweep me along like a rushing tornado. When she’d reached her second climax I took over the reins again and she totally surrendered to me. This time I was gentler and stroked her hair as we made love like teenagers. When I finally climaxed I fell over on top of my blonde goddess and just breathed deeply in unison with her own gasps for air.
I realized that I had a bad thing for her…this was much more than just a fling and I knew I would not be able to simply walk away from it like I had done so many times before in my life. Jenny and I had something much more than just sexual lust for one another; there was an almost spiritual edge to our mutual desire and I suddenly couldn’t give a damn if this gamble cost me a hundred family fortunes. What was the point of having all the money in the world if you had to give up something as magical as the chemistry I had with Jenny?
Our time was running out and I could tell from the reactions of the Pit Boss earlier that evening that the casinos were onto Jenny and her card counting. Jenny might soon find herself banned from all the Blackjack tables in Las Vegas and I found myself wondering what she would do if that happened. I also wondered how I would be able to find any further motivation in the gambling business if the only gambler I gave a damn about was not there at my side any more.
I decided to give Gary Tomlin, the Golden Nugget’s private investigator, a call and impress upon him the urgent need to furnish me with a report on Jenny Blake’s personal circumstances. Time was now of the essence and I needed to know what the driving force was behind her continual efforts to play and win at Blackjack. I could tell that she was driven by far more than a mere desire to pay back the casinos for the suffering of her youth and it was also much more than a simple desire to win money.
I was hooked; mesmerized; addicted to the mystery she held. I simply had to find out everything about her and make her mine, all mine…to have and to hold for as long as we both continued to breathe this air of mutual lust and passion.
The stars were far brighter out in the desert and we lay back on the hood of the Ferrari to look at the sparkle of the constellations in the night sky. I showed Jenny the constellation of UrsaeMinorisand explained to her how the ancient travelers and mariners would use the North Star to maintain the correct course to whatever destination they were headed for.
“Do you think we are headed for a certain destination, Francois?” she asked and I sensed that this was an important question and that my answer was essential to her, so I didn’t just make a joke like I normally would under the circumstances.
“I have no doubt the God is leading us towards a place which is better than any we have ever known before, mon petit l'ange,” I replied.
“What does that mean, the French words you just said?”
“It means you are my little angel,” I answered and immediately realized it had been a mistake.
“Oh I see you are getting patronizing already and we have only been banging each other for two days,” Jenny smiled. She grabbed my cock and started jerking it with clear and wicked intentions.
“Remind me to show more respect in the future, ma chérie,” I joked right back at her with a very rapidly forming erection.
“Oh, don’t you worry, Mr. French playboy, after the lesson I’m about to teach you, there will be no need for me to ever remind you again to show respect…you will never forget what I am about to do to you.
Jenny slowly made her way down to my crotch and started licking my cock soldier and it obediently stood at attention. Then she took my full manhood in her mouth and the wet warmth of her heavenly lips nearly pushed me over the edge right away. She moved her lips up and down my love shaft; slowly at first and then quicker and more powerfully until I was ready to blow my load. Then she suddenly slowed down and prevented me from reaching a climax. It was sheer heavenly torture and she repeated this procedure a number of times until I thought my entire being was going to explode with pent-up lust and desire.
“I see you are learning some proper respect now,” she whispered and licked the tip of my man meat slowly with her tongue.
“Aaah just suck me…suck me now, my angel,” I sighed and then she finally pushed me over the edge and allowed me to shoot several jets of hot sperms all over her lips as my body shook with an incredibly powerful and intense orgasm.
It took me a couple of minutes to regain my senses after that mind blowing experience and then I pushed Jenny over on her back.
“I think we have to restore some balance of power here,” I muttered under my breath as I started licking her clit with deft flicks of the tip of my tongue. Jenny moaned in the most beautiful way and the sounds of her pleasure just spurred me on to take her to even greater heights of ecstasy. I pushed my tongue all the way inside her and felt her entire body shudder as I did so. Then I inserted a finger into her pussy and finger fucked her while I continued to lick her.
“Don’t you stop Francois…don’t you ever stop,” she whispered and I increased the speed of my tongue and finger until her love muscles exploded with an orgasm that caused her to shake all over. She moaned loudly and pressed my head tightly into her moist crotch with both hands as she continued to climax.
When we finally lay side by side again I had no strength left to tell her any stories about the stars and I think both of us must have dozed off for a little moment, right there on the hood of my Ferrari.
We both sat up straight when the lights of a big truck shone all over us and the trucker blew loudly on his horn to salute the two naked lovers he saw lying stretched out on the hood of a blood red sports car in the middle of the desert. It must have been quite a sight to see and we both waved at the driver as the big truck sped past us into the hot night.
“I think we’d better get dressed and get back to Vegas before we get hit by another truck,” I said smiling.
“Good idea, lover,” Je
nny replied,” I already feel like I’ve been hit by a truck after what we just did to each other.”
“I feel the same way,” I laughed and put my foot down on the gas. I didn’t drive fast this time; I wanted to savor the last moments of this incredible adventure and whistled a merry tune as we drove back to the city of chance and gambling dreams.
JENNY
I was feeling something I hadn’t felt in a very long time. I wasn’t quite ready to give it a name just yet, but I knew that I was just avoiding the obvious…the previous evening with Francois had totally blown my mind and, even though I’d never thought of myself as a sports car junkie, the whole thing of riding through the desert and making love on the Ferrari hood had just taken me to a level of bliss I never even knew existed.
I decided to go out and take in the morning air just to savor the excitement of being alive. Just as I was about to leave through the front door of my hotel I saw a woman who looked very familiar. It couldn’t be…could it!?