The action in more ways than one was centred on an elaborate high end Casino on the edge of a lake in Louisiana just across the border from Texas. The scenery was stunning, the place smelled of money and decadence, the weather was fresh as only Autumn can be in this part of America, the employees all had their permanent smiles plastered across their faces with the obligatory of course Sir where would you like it and there were the beautiful people everywhere wall to wall.
Such a plastic place. Highly polished with chrome and pseudo gold everywhere. The games rooms were full of the ever hopefuls with their fail-proof systems, be-jewelled and that was just the men with ridiculous hats, string ties, Boss gear and the mandatory highly polished cowboy boots that had never seen the side of a horse.
The women with their low cut dress and blouse cum pant-suit's, boob and face jobs, complimentary hairstyles and fake Gucci handbags all desperate to find that multi-millionaire that would turn their lives around. The husband shoppers and the hookers were in abundance.
AND then there were the real wealthy people, the high rollers flying in from all over the Americas who were housed, roomed, managed and coddled in a totally separate wing away from the unwashed. Money was no object. What was important had to be
the moment;
that instant in life that made it all worth the effort in leaving their comfortable lifestyles with servants hovering and having that big win over the house, getting that adrenalin rush without having to jump off a bridge with elastic cables attached or out of that perfectly good aeroplane at 10 thousand feet clamped to an instructor.
Into this indescribable place came the takeover players, all so disparate in their personalities and all so driven by so many different objectives and games. The lawyers were driven by the chase; that crushing victory obvious or not that sent them rushing for the champers and their second or third wives pussies. The merchant bankers in their Boss gear to get their cock literally into someone's face and show them just unimportant the target was and the merchant bankers were. The lenders needed those stats, more stats, more stats, more computer printouts of managed stats that made them look good when the deals were done and they could then make their mortgage payments the back end of the month. The security guys with their creepy attitudes and seemingly imaginary existence, never seen or heard until they were needed with their fists, guns and clean-up crews. The computer guys with their surveillance gear, the cloud databases and their controllers who were the real brains knowing what they could do legally and just staying on the right side of that so fine line. Finally there were the bosses who tried to get the collective together, funded the Shakespearean imbroglio and with that plan to make monstrous money so they could escape to that little part of the world where all this crap made it worth the effort. If there was one single them that brought them all together, it was MONEY.
Friday night in the Suite.
Sue (the real identical sister Pam) burst through the door running late from the beauty salon appointment.
Pam: Don't look at me I want this to be a surprise. I hope you love the new look. Just go and play with your computer for a while and I will be out shortly.
She rushed past Charles who got the benefit of a short kiss on the cheek as Pam flashed by into the dressing room attached to the suite.
Charles was well aware of the sister's penchant for the big entrance and the dramatic, so he just smiled, enjoyed the peck and finished putting on his clothes so he could relish a few quiet moments, probably the only ones he would have this night, while he sipped his Jack Daniels.
Thirty minutes later the dressing room door opened with a quiet squeak, just enough to allow Charles know she was about to enter. Pam approached Charles from behind and gently put her hands across his eyes.
Pam: Now gorgeous man of mine, you are about to see a new me. Not a mirror image of my sister or anyone else you may know. You may see some stolen ideas. I want you to be honest. Just remember two words "outrageous" and "conservative". I hope you love me still?
Pam released her hands form Charles eyes and ventured in front of him as he continued to sip his JD. His eyes widened and mouth opened taking in this apparition, this wonderful woman, this reformation and she was his and his alone.
Standing before him was this new lady, his lady and she was an incredibly stunning modern woman. Yes outrageous in some ways and conservative in others.
Charles: Is this woman in front of me mine? How can I be so lucky? Just let me feel to ensure this is not some computer image or hologram.
Pam: Oh no big boy, no touching until we get back to our room tonight. But then no limits and plenty of expectations. You can wander around me if you like taking in the aura and that fabulous parfum.
Charles knew better than to upset this picture, so he ever so slowly ventured around her in a close circle taking in all her angles and her subtle parfum. She was dressed to excite and yet controlled. She had that mature woman look of a temptress, but stopping short of a loose woman on heat.
He snuggled close to her right ear and neck, gently kissing the nape, sending shivers all down Pam's legs as he breathed softly into her ear. He whispered: Am I to assume that you have kept our deal?
Pam stepped way and did a slow twirl, allowing her boobs to bounce gently unrestrained and her bottom to wiggle without panty line.
Pam: So what do you think? Have I? And outrageous, conservative?
Charles stepped back and timed his response perfectly.
The beauty parlour had trimmed her hair to be closely cropped like maybe Katy Perry, but no tints or highlights. Just using the natural highlights in her hair; there were no greys yet.
Her make-up was a soft peach colour with a light brown eyebrow set and light blue eyeliner and emphasis. There were sparkles on her cheeks. This package showed off her perfect rounded blue eyes, while focusing attention onto her delicate white skin of her face and long neck. The lipstick was a soft peach that complimented her pale skin, being tone on tone and avoiding contrasts. Her ear rings were white diamond droplets extending down maybe two inches below the end of her earlobe; they flashed in the light as spun around, with a mandatory eye blink.
Charles: Outrageous hair style change, but conservative and stylish makeup. Love it.
Her blouse was black silk halter style sleeveless that gapped almost to Charles memory of her navel in front and virtually with no back other than a mandatory tie to keep her decent. The sides just hid enough of her boobs. The silk shimmered as she twirled, highlighting a simple gold cross between her boobs. The cleavage was considerable but the blouse was tight to the point that her 36C's strongly emphasised her nipples against the silk material.
Charles: Like where have you been hiding that blouse? Your nipples tell me you are loving this outfit.
Her black pants were also silk, not too tight as to show her camel toe as with elastane, but tight enough to show her stunning rear end she had worked so hard retaining in the gym. There was no panty line anywhere to be seen.
Charles: You fit those slacks to perfection darling. I hope they are not too hard to take off later when I can convince you for some love making.
Pam showed him one button and zipper.
Her feet were withheld in a pair of gold strapped sandal like shoes that did not have depth so she stayed around Charles normal height.
Charles: New shoes?
Pam just shook her head.
Her arms showed off her perfect white skin, with only a small blue sapphire bracelet on her wrist to accentuate her long arms and engagement and wedding rings. Pam found that in Sue's jewellery draw and she was almost certain Charles had given that to Sue for a wedding anniversary.
