My heart is pounding as I turn the corner and run straight into a wall of a man. I bounce off his fat belly and fall to the ground.
I’m on my ass staring up at him in shock. He’s a giant Tony Soprano-looking dude and he’s raising his thick wrist to his mouth as I gawk at him. “I got her here.”
Another security guard arrives huffing and puffing, and I quickly get to my feet.
“Good evening, miss,” the Tony Soprano lookalike says with a smile. His polite demeanor and soft tone throw me off. But maybe that’s just how they get you. They’re all sweet and smiley on the floor, but once they get you back in private they bring the hammer out. I’ve seen Robert De Niro in Casino!
“I haven’t done anything!” I say in a panic.
“Of course not,” he answers. “We would like to extend you an invitation to our VIP area.”
“But… but, I don’t have any money.”
He smiles. “Then you’ll love our VIP section. There’s free food in all of the five-star restaurants and unlimited free alcohol including the finest champagnes in the world.”
My father always drilled into me that there is no such thing as a free lunch.
“What’s the catch?”
“Excuse me miss, the catch?”
“Yeah. Are you going to try and sell me a timeshare or something?”
He chuckles and then shakes off his smile, back to business.
“Only the Khan Hotel’s most treasured guests are allowed to enter the VIP area,” he says. “I assure you that all anyone wants up there is to fulfill your every desire.”
Now it’s my turn to chuckle. Like that’s going to happen.
“You have been invited by our two most distinguished guests.”
“Who?” I ask even though I know the answer. I can still feel the two sets of dark eyes on me. It makes my body tingle from just thinking about it.
He steps aside and extends his large hand. “Come with me and I’ll introduce you to them.”
I don’t move.
“What’s their names?”
“Jack Ross and Jax North. They’re from Manhattan.”
“And what do they want from me?”
Surely, it’s not luck. I don’t have any of that.
“I don’t know, miss…”
“Mila.”
He smiles. “I can introduce you if you’d like. You can leave whenever you wish. I am told they are quite taken with you.”
Taken with me?
My breath quickens as my nerve endings start to tingle and stir. Those two beautiful men are taken with me?
I think back to the quarter I threw into the fountain. I wished that I had two men to spend the night with, and now the two most gorgeous men I’ve ever seen want to meet me.
Can it be fate? Is my luck finally changing?
There’s only one way to find out.
It’s time to roll the dice.
“Okay. I’ll meet them.”
He takes a breath of relief and nods. “Follow me.”
The big guy moves fast and I have to race to keep up. He brings me down a series of hallways until we get to a special golden elevator that’s hidden around a corner.
He swipes his card on the keypad and it starts to descend.
My heart is really thumping inside my chest when the doors open with a ding.
“After you, miss Mila.”
I gulp and then step in. He follows me and the doors close. There are no buttons in here. Just gold plated walls and doors.
A few awkward seconds later, the doors open and we’re in the VIP area.
I’m surrounded by the most beautiful people in the most expensive clothes as I follow the security guard past the marble bar. A beautiful woman catches my eye—well, actually it’s the diamond the size of a golf ball around her neck that catches it—and I suddenly feel wildly underdressed.
“In here, miss Mila,” he says as he opens a door in the backroom.
“Uh, thanks,” I say awkwardly as I walk into the dark room. The door quickly closes behind me and I hear the lock click shut.
I whip around and try to grab the handle, but the heavy door won’t budge.
“Leaving so soon?”
The deep voice sends shivers racing through my body. I spin around and press my back against the door as I look around the room for the first time.
The two men who I spotted earlier are sitting at a round poker table watching me. It’s only the three of us in the room and the only light is from the fixture hanging over the table.
“Come sit,” the one on the left says as he points to an empty chair in front of them.
The one on the right is shuffling the cards in his hands, but he hasn’t taken his eyes off me yet. He has a playful, mischievous look to him whereas the other one just looks rugged and mean.
My body is tingling with nerves and excitement as they watch me. Somehow my feet start moving toward the table, but I stop behind the leather chair and put both hands on the back.
“What’s your name?” the one on the right asks. “I’m Jax and this is my close friend Jack.”
Jack just nods as he keeps his heated eyes locked on me. He has a thicker chin and a little scar beside his left eye.
“Mila Price.”
“And what brings you to Las Vegas, Mila Price?”
I swallow hard and try to keep my voice steady, but it’s hard with them looking at me so intensely. “My brother’s wedding.”
“Congratulations.” He glances at the locked door. “Is he outside?”
I shake my head. “Everyone in the wedding party went home this afternoon.”
“And they left you all alone?”
I’m not sure how much I should tell these mysterious strangers about me so I decide to change the subject.
“What are you two here for?”
Jax looks at the cards in his hands. “Playing cards. Care to join us?”
“I don’t have any money.”
“There’s no money in this game.”
I’m suddenly very aware of my heartbeat and the waves of heat swirling inside me begin to settle between my legs.
“What does it involve?”
My breath catches in my throat and my whole body stiffens as he stands up and walks around the table toward me. The rich sexy smell of his cologne is making all kinds of dirty thoughts come to my head as he pulls out the chair in front of me.
“Sit.” It’s not a question. It comes out firm and dominant, like a command. “And we’ll show you.”
I should turn and run. I should bang on the doors and scream my head off until security comes charging in. I should whip out my phone and call the police. I should grab the pepper spray in my purse and let it fly.
But I don’t do any of those things.
Instead, I smooth out my dress and sit down.
Chapter Three
Mila
“Strip poker.”
It’s the first words out of Jack’s mouth and they make my whole body erupt in warm shivers.
They can’t be serious.
“Do you know how to play?” Jax asks.
I swallow hard and nod.
My dad made sure that my brother and I were really good at poker. He’s always holding games in the back of the shop with the owners of the local construction companies, painters and contractors.
“It’s great for business,” he always says. “Do you think the local Home Depot or Lowe’s sets up poker games with beer and chips for these guys in the back of their stores? This is how we compete with the big box stores. This is how we stay alive.”
It’s been a good strategy and our family business has thrived when so many others have withered under the shadow of the huge corporate stores.
“But it only works if you win,” Dad always says. “No point in hosting the game if you’re going to lose all of the week’s profits.”
So he made sure that we knew how to play and play well.
I raise my chin as I watch the t
wo men from across the table. They look like they know how to play as well, and they’ll probably work together so they’ll get to see me naked, but I know I can hold my own.
“Five card draw,” Jack says as he starts handing out the cards.
Their hungry eyes are on me as I pick up my cards and take a look. It’s not bad. I have a pair of Queens and that’s about it.
I narrow my eyes on them as they look at their hands. They give nothing away, but at least it’s an opportunity to stare. I start to wonder what’s going on in their heads, why there’s not another girl in the empty seat next to me when Jax drops three cards down onto the table.
“I’ll take three.”
He’s got a pair. I study his face just like Dad taught me to, and he doesn’t look too confident in his cards. My pair of Queens probably beat whatever he’s holding. I never take my eyes off him as he picks up the cards and looks at them. He didn’t get much.
So far, I have one of them beat.
These two men are wearing fitted suits that were made for their muscular frame. Each has a crisp white shirt underneath with no tie. I do the math in my head. With their shirts, jackets, pants, socks, and underwear, I have to win six hands to get them naked.
I’m only wearing a dress, bra, and a pair of damp panties. They only have to win three hands to see me naked, and there’s two of them. And I’m positive they’re going to gang up on me.
I put down my three cards and Jack hands me three more.
I feel their eyes on me, staring hard as I pick up my new cards. A seven, a three, and another Queen.
My heart starts pounding in my chest, but I keep my face still, giving nothing away as I turn back to them.
Jax grins as he turns to his friend. “And what about you?”
Jack drops one card and picks up one. He’s probably going for a straight or a flush.
His thick jaw clenches for a second when he looks at his new card. It’s a tell that my dad showed me. He didn’t get what he wanted.
I definitely have them both this round.
“Now,” Jax says as he starts to remove his suit jacket, “we bet.”
My eyes widen with nerves and excitement as I watch the two men take off their jackets and drop them in the middle of the table. They look sexier than ever in their expensive looking white shirts with the top few buttons undone. I can see tattoos running along Jack’s muscular arms and I lean forward to try and get a better look. I really want to win the next hand to see the sexy ink he has hiding under there.
“Place a bet,” Jax says. His voice is husky and deeper as they both lean in and watch me with hungry eyes.
They’re waiting to see what I’m going to take off. My heart starts thumping in my chest as I wonder myself.
It’s not going to be my dress. It’s way too early to be sitting here in nothing but my bra and panties. My bra would be too hard to get off, so there’s only one garment left.
Jack sucks in a breath as I reach under my dress and pull my panties down my legs. They’re wetter than I had thought and my cheeks burn when I drop them on the table and everyone can see how wet they really are.
The two men are unnaturally still as they stare at my white lacy panties with greedy eyes. There’s a wet spot right over the strip that was covering my mound and it’s very visible under the soft light.
Jack swallows hard as he takes one more look at his shitty hand and curses under his breath.
He wants my panties badly. So does his friend.
My pussy starts to tingle and my clit begins to throb as I sit here with it completely bare.
I suddenly realize that the door is locked and I’m stuck in here with these two strangers. They could easily throw me on the table and muffle my mouth as they spread my legs apart and take turns with me.
There would be nothing to stop them.
Why doesn’t that thought frighten me? It only gets my pussy wetter and makes my heart pound a little faster. I squeeze my thighs together, feeling the warm wetness as I watch them.
“A pair of nines,” Jax says as he tosses his cards on the table. “I hope that’s enough to do it.”
It’s my turn.
“Not this time,” I say as I show them my cards. “Three Queens.”
“Fuck,” Jax says, turning his head away as his big arms flex. Something tells me that he really wanted to win my wet panties.
“Come on, brother,” Jax says as he turns to Jack with a desperate look in his eye. “Please tell me you have something to beat that.”
Jack looks just as upset as he tosses his cards on the table. As I figured, he has a busted straight.
They both drop their heads in despair as I reach out and take my winnings. Jax grabs my wrist and narrows his eyes on me.
“Those sweet panties will be ours by the end of the night,” he promises.
The little hairs on my arms raise as I look back at him. I hope he’s right.
“You’ll have to win them first,” I say with a grin.
He releases me and I scoop up my winnings. I quickly slide my panties back on and then put on one jacket while holding the other in my lap.
I’m engulfed in their rich sexy scent and it’s starting to really get me going. My whole body is stirring and tingling and my wet panties are getting a little wetter.
“She’s got way too many clothes on her,” Jax says, shaking his head as he looks at me. “Don’t you agree, brother?”
“Way too many,” Jack says with a huff.
“We have to win the next few hands,” Jax continues. “I want to see those perky little tits with nothing on them and I want those panties in my pocket where they belong.”
They’re talking about me like I’m not even there and it’s making my cheeks flush red.
“What do you think her pussy looks like?” Jack says as his eyes roam all over me. My nipples harden when he openly looks at my breasts.
“Ripe and juicy, I’m guessing. Do you think it’s as pink as her cheeks?”
Jack shakes his head. “Pinker. I got a faint whiff of that sweet cunt when she put her wet panties on the table and it smelled young and fresh. I bet it’s the pinkest pussy we’ve ever seen.”
“I think you’re right,” Jax says as he stares into my eyes. “Let’s keep playing so we can find out.”
This is so wrong. I don’t even know these guys. I should be looking for a way out of here, but instead, I’m reaching over and grabbing the cards to shuffle them so we can get the game going again.
They want to see me naked so badly and a part of me doesn’t want to let them down. But I also want to win. I want to see their big arms and chests. I want to see if their abs are as hard and sculpted as they look, and I want to see if their thick cocks are as hard as I’m hoping they are.
I quickly shuffle the cards and deal them with my aching fingers. After changing their cards, it’s time to bet. I place one of their jackets back on the table and the two of them looking increasingly frustrated as they stand up to take off their shirts.
“We were supposed to take clothes off her, not put them on her,” Jax says with a huff as he unbuttons his shirt.
My eyes are wide and focused on his torso as his hands work the buttons, showing me more skin every time his hand drops down. When he’s done, he pulls his shirt off and my mouth waters when I see his perfectly sculpted body. His chest is massive and his abs are a work of art. His arms are so big that I could wrap both of my tingling hands around them and my fingertips still wouldn’t touch.
A deep intense throb of desire hits me. My core clenches and I lick my lips as I watch him toss the shirt on the table. I shouldn’t be getting turned on like this. Maybe it’s the thrill of being in Sin City all by myself and I can do whatever I like and nobody at home will find out, but my body shouldn’t be reacting so strongly to these men.
Now it’s Jack’s turn. My sticky wet thighs are pressed together as I watch him unbutton his shirt. I want to touch myself so badly, but I keep my hands
planted on my lap as I watch him slide the shirt down his tattooed arms. They’re big and hard and all that ink is making me lightheaded in a good way.
He’s as shredded as Jax and I watch in fascination as he tosses the shirt in the middle of the table and sits down.
I really want to win this hand. I want to be able to stare at their naked chests and round shoulders for the rest of the game.
I end up winning with a pair of Kings and they curse as I take their shirts and jacket back. I’m surrounded by their seductive scent and it’s making my pussy throb as I inhale deep breaths of it, letting it fill my lungs and radiate through me.
A few hands later and they’re both wearing nothing but boxer briefs. I have clothes for days and they’re so far from seeing me naked.
Jack is fuming with his arms crossed over his wide chest. This isn’t going how they had planned.
“We’re never going to get to see that little pink pussy she has hiding under that mountain of clothes,” Jack says with a grunt.
“Who knew that our girl was a card shark?” Jax says with a sexy grin. “I kind of like the way she looks with my jacket wrapped around her shoulders. It looks like she already belongs to me.”
“Belongs to us,” Jack corrects sharply.
“Us. Of course.” Jax turns to his friend and puts his hand on his shoulder. “We share everything, Jack and me. Everything.”
I gulp as they both turn back to me and stare with a dark hungry gaze. They’re looking at me like I’m a steak they’re both dying to bite into.
Jax hands me the deck of cards and my whole body starts to ache with anticipation. They have nothing left to bet with except for the pair of boxer briefs they’re each wearing.
I was expecting them to stop the game now that it was clear they’d have to get naked, but they seem ready for another round.
“Deal.”
I swallow hard as I pick up the cards and begin to shuffle. I can’t see what they’re hiding with the table in the way, but I did get a peek when they stood up to slip their pants down. Each of them had a long hard rod in their boxer briefs. If I win this hand, I’ll get to see them both up close.
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