by K D Grace
‘I think our dealer likes it too.’ Fenton nodded to Elsa’s breasts. ‘Or maybe the air conditioning’s just a little too cool for her.’
Elsa let the unplanned blush slide up her cheeks. She wasn’t supposed to be more than a prop in this little scenario, but there was no disguising the painful swell of her nipples.
‘Now then, darlin’,’ Fenton said to Kandi, ‘why don’t you go off and get our drinks, and think of some more creative ways to reward our next winner.’
‘I’m not sure who actually won that hand,’ Elsa said, dealing the cards.
‘Well, the truth is, I like a good win-win scenario,’ Fenton said. ‘It’s always a pleasure to see someone well satisfied.’
This time, Kandi wasn’t gone very long, and she returned just in time to catch Fenton doing very well for himself with a split, beating the dealer while Nick went bust.
‘Oooh, looks like you’re the winner this time, Fenton.’ She sat the drinks and the tray down. ‘What would you like?’
‘That depends,’ he said with a blinding smile, ‘on just how much of a wild and crazy girl you are, hon.’ He peeled off a couple more hundred-dollar bills from his money clip.
Kandi’s eyes were as big as the chips. Her pulse leapt against her throat and her breasts rose and fell double-time in their excited press against her bustier. ‘What exactly do you have in mind?’
‘Well the way I view it, sweet cheeks, is not so much as I won but Nick here lost, and since you’ve been treating him pretty damn fine so far, I think it might just be time for him to return the favour. What do you say, Nick?’
‘Fair’s fair,’ Nick replied.
Elsa’s heart raced as she wondered what Fenton had up his sleeve now.
He downed the rest of his beer and rubbed his hands together. ‘I’m very good at observing the signs, sweetheart. You’ve heated up our lovely dealer, and certainly you’ve done a damn fine job raising Nick’s temperature. And me, well …’ He chuckled. ‘I’m stiff just thinking about all the fun we’ve been having. That being the case –’ he leant closer to her until Elsa was sure he could look right down the front of her bustier ‘– then I’m guessing you might be just a little bit turned on too, hmm?’
The blush practically exploded on Kandi’s cheeks.
‘Maybe you’re just a little bit wet –’ he nodded to her crotch ‘– down there. Hmmm?’
‘And if I am?’ Her voice was a breathless rasp.
‘Well, you certainly can’t do your job like that, all overheated and distracted, now can you? I’m thinking maybe Nick could do something to – you know – relieve a little bit of that tension.’ He leant closer still. ‘If you’re worried about your boss, don’t. You could say I have a working arrangement with her. What do you say, Nick?’ he said, without looking away from Kandi.
‘I believe in reciprocity,’ Nick said, but Elsa didn’t miss the quick dart of his eyes to her.
‘Great, fantastic! Then Nick, the first thing I want is for you to finger your way into our hot little waitress’ panties and tell me if she’s wet. I’m willing to bet my Aston Martin she is. What do you think, sweetheart? Is that a safe bet?’
‘I think that’s a safe bet for you to make,’ Kandi replied. She dropped into the chair next to Nick and spread her legs, scrunching her skirt with a fist. Nick scooted to the edge of his chair and slid his hand up her thigh, then raked the crotch of her panties aside, and she caught her breath in a girlish gasp.
‘Mmm, do I smell wet pussy?’ Fenton said with a tease of a smile as Kandi ground her arse against the chair and shifted closer to Nick’s probing fingers. ‘What do you think, Nick, can you make her come before our dealer here gets impatient and forces us back to the game?’
‘Gonna do my best,’ Nick said. Then he shot Elsa another glance. ‘But I’m guessing as impatient as our dealer is, I might have to resort to some extreme methods.’
And then he did the damnedest thing! Nick Chase slid down under the blackjack table and in between Kandi’s spread thighs. Kandi let out a little kitten cry.
‘Fuck me!’ Fenton gasped, making no effort to keep his hands away from the bulge growing in his trousers. ‘Don’t know if that’s gonna do her, Nicky boy, but it’s sure as hell about to send me off like a bottle rocket on the Fourth of July. What about you, hon?’ He nodded to Elsa, who could do nothing but smile. Sonovabitch if Nick’s tongue wasn’t doing the tango all over Kandi’s pussy! How the hell did he do that? OK, fair enough, he was sexy, but Elsa dealt with multiple versions of sexy every day. What made Nick Chase so fucking different? She rocked subtly in her practical shoes until she could get the seam of her trousers right where she needed it, then she damn near bit a hole in her lip as Nick’s hand snaked up from under the table to cup and thumb Kandi’s tits, and none too subtly either. Christ, the man was insane! Right here in the middle of the casino! OK, so they’d made arrangements to minimise observers, but still, this was completely sizzling.
Fenton squirmed and shifted, and did everything but pull out his junk and tug on it. And the look on Kandi’s face – the way she nibbled and licked her lips, the way she concentrated and grimaced and sucked little gulps of breath between her teeth – had Elsa’s filthy mind imagining what might be going on underneath the blackjack table. Kandi’s round breasts looked like they’d explode out of the bustier with all the heavy breathing, and Elsa couldn’t help but think about Nick’s cock, tight in his chinos, practically bursting the seam. The thought panicked her. He had to make this last. Damn, what if he couldn’t hold his load? She knew he was doing it for her, but if he blew his wad too soon by being too cavalier, she was going to kill him.
Just then, Kandi gave a little yelp and practically fell off the chair as orgasm rolled up over her.
Nick came up from under the table wet-faced and smiling like the cat that ate the cream. With his eyes locked on Elsa, he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his mouth like he’d just had the best meal ever. ‘Now that I’ve paid my debt, Fenton,’ he said, ‘shall we play some blackjack?’
Fenton laughed out loud. ‘Jesus Christ, Nicolas, I don’t know if I can survive much more of that. Not sure our little waitress can either, though I’m sure she’d love to try. And frankly –’ he glanced over at Elsa ‘– I’m getting bored with blackjack when there’s so much other … entertainment to be had, so how about we make another bet? This involves you too, sweet cheeks, so don’t run away,’ he said to Kandi.
He studied her for a moment then he said, ‘Do you like nice cars, darlin’?’ The smile on the man’s face was completely predatory. Elsa’s stomach tightened and the tension her neck ratcheted up a notch, enough to make her forget how horny Nick had just made her.
‘Ooh yes. I love nice cars.’ Kandi’s voice was a breathy purr.
‘I’ll bet my Aston Martin,’ Fenton said.
‘Oh my God,’ she gasped. ‘You mean like the one James Bond drives?’
He nodded and leant so close Elsa was afraid the man would kiss Kandi. ‘Only mine’s nicer. What do you say? Would you like that bet?’
‘Seriously?’ Nick said. ‘You can’t really expect us to believe that you’re willing to give her your car? Because I –’
Fenton raised a hand, stopping him mid-sentence. ‘I didn’t say I’d give her my car. I said I’d bet my car. Not the same thing.’ Then he snapped his fingers and a man who was clearly a bodyguard materialised from behind a nearby slot machine. ‘Alistair, can you go out to the Aston and get the paperwork, please?’
‘Fuck me,’ Nick gasped as the black-suited hulk, not much smaller than Pagan, gave a brisk nod and headed toward the exit. ‘And what does she have to bet? I mean, is she even allowed to play? She’s the waitress. I’m sure there are rules. We are still playing blackjack, aren’t we?’
‘Of course we’re playing blackjack, Nicky boy.’ Fenton smiled. ‘We’re just making the bet a little bit more … interesting.
‘I don’t know about Nic
k, but I have nothing to bet,’ Kandi said.
‘Oh, you both have something to bet, darlin’, don’t you worry. You have something I want very much.’ His gaze travelled from one of them to the other and then he stroked his chin thoughtfully. ‘If you win, sweetie, you get the Aston Martin, and you can drive it back home tonight.’ The predator showed in his eyes once again. ‘But if I win –’ he looked her up and down ‘– I get your company for the night.’ Before she could respond, he added, ‘I won’t hurt you. I promise. In fact, I won’t even touch you. I want Nick here to do that for me.’
‘You’re kidding me.’ Nick forced an embarrassed laugh. ‘You want us to … While you watch?’
‘That’s right, while I watch.’ Fenton toyed with his chips. ‘What I want is to watch the two of you doing what it’s already clear you’re dying to do, what you’d probably end up doing later tonight anyway. And let’s face it, wouldn’t it be a lot more fun and a lot more kinky to have someone watch, maybe call the shots while you’re doing it?’ Fenton’s smile didn’t waver. ‘If I win, I get the two you for the night. You’re mine for whatever I want you to do to each other. If Nick wins, that means our waitress here wins – what’s your name, sweetheart?’
‘Kandi,’ she managed with some effort.
‘If Nick wins, Kandi gets the Aston Martin.’
‘But what does Nick get?’ she asked.
‘Why, sweet cheeks, Nick’s gonna win either way, isn’t he? If he wins, you get the Aston Martin and, well, I suppose the two of you can fuck each other’s brains out in it if you’re so inclined. However, if I win, you’ll get to find out if Nick can use his cock as well as he does his tongue, and all in the luxury of my very expensive suite. And me, I get to watch. There, you see, a win-win, don’t you think?’
Nick and Kandi gave each other a lingering glance like they were attempting to read each other’s minds, then they both nodded their agreement at the same time. ‘All right. We’re in,’ Kandi said.
‘Good, then shall we play cards?’
On the first hand, the dealer won with an ace and a ten. Both Nick and Fenton went bust. Fenton laughed. ‘Guess we didn’t take the dealer into consideration, did we, Nicky boy? What do you think – maybe our lovely dealer might win the Aston Martin?’
Elsa only smiled demurely and shrugged. But even she had to admit she couldn’t wait to get back to the control room and see how Nick would make Fenton’s fantasy all about her. Fuck, did she really just think that? Before she could dwell on it, she was dealing the next hand. She dealt Fenton two eights for a split, and Nick held at 18. Dealer had the queen of clubs turned up.
‘Don’t worry, Nicky,’ Fenton said, ‘you’re going to win either way. Isn’t that right, sweet cheeks?’ Kandi only smiled and leant closer to Nick. When Elsa dealt a six of diamonds for Fenton’s first eight, it was no surprise when he went bust with the nine of clubs she dealt him next.
Kandi gave a little gasp. Fenton chuckled. ‘Looks like you’re one step closer to that Aston Martin, hon.’
‘Tell us, Fenton, what colour’s Kandi’s car?’ Nick asked. ‘Is it silver like James Bond’s?’
‘Kandi’s car is still my car, and those fantasies you’re having of the two of you in the back seat are as close to that car as you’re going to get. ’ Fenton said with a cool smile. ‘It’s black, by the way.’ He nodded to Elsa and everyone leant close as she dealt him ten of clubs.
Kandi practically bounced off her chair and Nick chuckled. ‘Tough luck on that one, Fenton. Personally I like black cars better than silver, don’t you, Kandi?’
Fenton only smiled and tapped the table for Elsa to hit him again. Everyone held their breath as Elsa dealt Fenton a two of hearts.
‘Oh my God,’ Kandi managed. ‘Oh my God! I don’t know if I can –’
Fenton held up his hand. ‘Game’s not over yet.’ He nodded to Elsa. ‘I could lose it all to our lovely dealer here.’
And Elsa flipped over her second card, a four of spades.
A little yelp escaped Kandi’s throat. She grabbed the edge of the table for dear life. ‘I don’t know if I can, Fenton. Dear God, I don’t know if I can do this. I mean, I want to, but … I’ve never done anything like this before.’
Fenton’s eyes were suddenly like ice. ‘A bet’s a bet, Kandi. You know that.’
The little whimper Kandi managed sounded very convincing.
‘However,’ he said, with a sudden bright smile. ‘This was not your typical situation, was it? I mean it was a split: double the chances, double the bet.’ Just then his bodyguard returned and handed him a leather portfolio. ‘That being the case, I did lose one bet, therefore –’ he took the portfolio from the bodyguard and handed it to Kandi, who stared at him, brow drawn, eyes wide ‘– the Aston Martin’s all yours, sugar. Won fair and square.’
Before anyone at the table could do more than gasp, he turned his attention to Elsa. ‘As for the second hand, however, the way I see it I won and the dealer lost. Therefore, Kandi, you can go back to your job several hundred dollars and one Aston Martin richer. And I’ll take Nick and the dealer off to my room for entertainment.’
There was a joint inhale of breath from dealer, waitress, and Nick. For a second, it felt like the whole casino was freeze-framed around them. Elsa heard buzzing in her ears; her shoulders stiffened, anger roiled up her spine. The fucker was manipulating her again. Then the dealer completely disappeared, and it was 100 per cent Elsa Crane who spoke. ‘No. That wasn’t part of the deal. I’m not part of the deal.’
Fenton held her in his usual amused gaze. ‘Why not, Elsa? You both work for Mount Vegas, so what difference does it make? They all work for you, and I want him and you.’
‘I’m not a part of the deal, Fenton,’ Elsa repeated.
‘I think that you are, darling. I said there would be a bet placed at the blackjack table. I said it would involve a couple going back to my room to fuck while I watched. I didn’t specify who, so now I am. I want you and Nick. Now come on, time’s wasting and I’m anxious to enjoy my winnings.’
He turned and gestured them to follow with the kind of confidence of someone who had no doubt he’d be obeyed. Elsa cursed out loud, then motioned to Nick and they both followed Fenton to the elevator banks while Kandi, holding the deed to her new Aston Martin, looked on stunned.
As they got into the elevator, Elsa hissed, ‘If you ever pull a stunt like this with me again, Fenton, I’ll cut you off. I don’t care how much money you offer.’
The man’s smile was a poor attempt at contrition. ‘My dearest Elsa, I promise you, I’ll be a good boy from now on and not break your rules, but this –’ he looked from her to Nick and back again ‘– well, this was just too good to miss.’ When they both gave him a questioning glance, he threw open his arms and nearly doubled over with a belly-laugh. ‘Seriously? Come now. I’m a real voyeur, Elsa, not one of your wannabes. I take great pleasure in seeing what no one else sees, and that means reading the signs, darlin’, reading the signs. And the chemistry sizzling between the two of you, even while you were playing your parts – and quite nicely, I might add – would outdazzle the lights of Vegas.’ He leant closer to her and his smile broadened. ‘I don’t know what’s going on between you, but when we get back to the suite, with me to orchestrate our night’s entertainment, I fully expect the event to register on the Richter scale.’
Chapter Twelve
Inside, the suite was softly lit and the lounge was dark leather and soft carpets. The blackout curtains were open wide and the lights of the city twinkled beyond. Nick wondered if perhaps the watcher liked to be watched. On the glass coffee table sat a bottle of Dom Perignon chilling in a bucket of ice. Fenton opened it and filled three flutes, then nodded for the pair to sit opposite him.
Nick couldn’t hold back the little hiss between his teeth as his sore arse touched down. ‘Have they had you in the dungeon?’ Fenton asked, as Nick shifted on the sofa to find the least painful position.
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nbsp; ‘Training,’ Nick replied. Elsa shot him a sharp glance and then turned her attention back to Fenton.
‘A trainee,’ the man said. ‘This just keeps getting better and better.’ He lifted his glass. ‘A toast to satisfaction.’ He tossed his drink back and rubbed his hands together. ‘Now, Elsa, there’s a lovely bottle of complimentary lotion on the vanity next to the sink in the bathroom. Get it, please.’
Without a word, she did as she was told. When she returned, Fenton nodded to Nick. ‘Give the man’s poor stinging arse a little care first off. I want you both in good form. Nick, lower your trousers and lean over the sofa. Let’s have a look.’
Nick did as he was told. Jesus, he couldn’t believe he was baring his arse for some rich bastard he’d never met before just for the opportunity to fuck Elsa Crane.
Fenton let out a low whistle. ‘Youch! Bet that hurt. Belt?’
‘Yup.’
‘Did Elsa do it?’
‘Nope.’
‘Didn’t think so,’ Fenton said, ‘or it would have been a whole lot worse.’
The sound that came from Elsa’s throat was a low growl. And what the hell? Was he totally out of his fucking mind? Somehow the idea of Elsa laying hard stripes across his backside was not only appealing, but it was downright hot. His cock pointed to the sofa he was bent over.
‘Elsa, if you would, please …’ Fenton nodded her toward Nick’s exposed butt. ‘No, wait.’
She paused before opening the bottle.
‘First take off that ridiculous dealer’s get-up,’ he told her. ‘I can’t think of anything less appropriate for you to wear, my darling. I’d much prefer to see what’s underneath, wouldn’t you Nick?’
‘I would,’ Nick replied, turning to watch Elsa step out of her shoes and drag her tie from around her neck as though it had somehow offended her. Then she efficiently lost the shirt and trousers. Both men gasped their appreciation as she stood before them in tiny white lace panties and a matching bra that cupped her like hands, barely covering her nipples. It displayed very well her rounded fullness and the valley in between, the valley in which Nick would love to bury his face and linger.