Judy showered and then the hairdresser fixed her hair while another beautician applied makeup. She was still wobbly when she stood to get dressed. The combined effects of the mud bath and massage with Bruno had left her curiously drained and weak. By the time she walked out dressed into the reception area of the spa to leave, she felt great. Still there was a gnawing need that still demanded to be satisfied. She hoped that John would fulfill that need soon.
“There seems to be a problem,” said Sandy with a shrug. “Your husband is up in Mr. Clametti’s office. They need to see you. This gentleman will take you upstairs.”
Judy looked to the impeccably dressed man waiting to escort her. She shrugged and followed the young man to the third floor. After punching in a security code, he opened the door, escorting her into the sumptuous suite, the door closing behind them with a solid thump.
“Hello Doll,” greeted Nick as he came in from another room.
“Where’s John?” asked Judy as he took her in his arms.
“He’ll be here in a few minutes,” he said just before his lips touched hers. The kiss was another languid one. Soft and slow, the tip of his tongue circled and outlined her ruby lips before probing between them, his hands rising from the flare of her hips, and up her sides to caresses the slight swell of her breasts.
Breaking off the kiss, he asked, “Did you enjoy your visit to the spa?”
The very fresh memories flashed before her, until she remembered her plaintive plea for Bruno to fuck her. She blinked several times, in disbelief, aware that her pussy was itching again, before stammering, “Yes, it was quite…quite an experience.”
“Fine, fine. I’m glad you’re enjoying your stay. Perhaps we could…”
“Sandy said that there was a problem,” she said in an attempt to gain control over the situation, “and that you and John were in your office. What kind of problem?”
“Oh, its really nothing…Well…actually, your husband is in deep shit.”
“What? What did he do?”
“He tried to pass me a bad check for the room bill.”
“Where is he?”
“He’s with a couple of my men.”
“Oh, god! Please don’t hurt him.”
“Please, don’t worry. He’s fine. I don’t want to hurt him, but I do want to get paid.”
There was a knock on the door. Nick answered and John was escorted into the suite, surrounded by the hulking figures of Bruce and Mickey.
“Well,” said Nick, “I was just explaining to your wife that you tried to stiff me for your room bill.”
At the sight of his wife, John uttered, “You stupid bitch!”
Judy bristled and seethed at the insult.
“You shut the fuck up!” snarled Nick as Mickey grabbed John by the collar and lifted him on to his toes. Judy seethed at John’s piggish behavior; after all, he was the one who lost all their money. “I’ve already told you once, don’t ever call her a ‘stupid bitch’.”
John gasped, “Okay, okay…”
Nick nodded and Mickey lowered him to the floor.
“Like I said, we don’t like dead beats who try to stiff us for their bill. You can pay up, right now, or go dance with my men…or…” Nick paused to let his implied threat sink in.
“Or what?” asked John desperate for an out.
“Your wife is a sweetheart. I like her. I like her a lot. I really wouldn’t want to see such a ravishingly beautiful woman stuck for the rest of her life with a cripple. Now I’m a fair man, a sporting man. Like I said, I have something in mind to settle your debt.”
“What?” asked John doubtfully. “What do you have in mind?”
“A little game of craps. Street rules. You win, your debt’s paid, and you can go home in one piece. If I win, your debt’s still paid, in full. You can go home tomorrow in one piece. But your wife, she’s mine for the evening to do with as I please.”
John looked at Judy who looked at Nick.
“Rules are simple. Judy rolls for point. If she makes point again before she rolls craps, you win. She rolls craps before making point, she’s mine for the night. Either way, your bill is paid and you can go home a whole man.”
“What’s craps?” asked Judy uncertain of anything other than the desire to lose and get back at John.
“You roll a two, three or twelve. Odds are four out of thirty six you’ll roll craps.
“What’s a point?”
“Whatever you roll the first roll, unless it’s craps, then I win. If your point is seven, odds are six out of thirty six. If your point is nine or eleven, odds drop to two out of thirty six.
John looked about, his mind racing, evaluating the offer. It stunk. Shooting craps for Judy? Then again, with a little luck… He quickly figured odds in head, a four, three in thirty six; a five, four in thirty six; a six or eight, five in thirty six…
Noticing that she was enjoying her husband’s discomfort, Nick winked at Judy and added, “To liven things up a little bit, if she doesn’t make point, she takes something off.”
Judy snapped her head around. She wasn’t about to take her clothes off in front of Nick’s men.
But before she could voice her concern, Nick anticipating her objection, reassured her, “Don’t worry, Doll. There will only be the three us here for the game.”
Nick turned to John, “How about it? Are you game?”
Hesitating, John looked desperately towards Judy who looked back at her husband with a blank face, giving him no clue as to her feelings. He’d seen that face before, that controlled, affected, ‘everything is all right dear’ look that might mean just that or might mean ‘you’re a dead man, Buster’. ‘Dear God, this can’t be happening,’ he thought. ‘Oh god, what should I do?’
Nick nodded to Mickey who tightened the grip on John’s collar. The threat was immediate. Closing his eyes, he crooked, “Yes! Okay, okay.”
Judy immediately felt disgust for her sniveling husband. How dare he offer her up as a prize in a craps game? Then again, angry though she may have been, she really didn’t want him hurt. Besides, she could win, maybe. And if not, well she was certain that Nick would relieve the horniness that had gnawed at her ever since she ovulated.
Nick winked at her with a grin that John couldn’t see. “How about it Doll? You want to help your husband out? Or do you want him to go dance with the boys?”
Judy could hardly keep from snickering, certain that Nick wouldn’t actually hurt John, even if she refused to play his game. Nick just wanted in her pants. For John, the worst that would happen was that he would be humiliated knowing that another man was having sex with his wife all night while he waited alone in their room. She struggled to maintain an indignant expression. “I don’t know. I don’t like being treated…”
“For god’s sake Judy,” blurted John, “tell him yes! Damn it, tell him yes!”
Judy looked back at John and with a submissive expression conceded, “Okay, hon, if that’s what you want.”
“Good,” said Nick with a grin, “then we are all agreed?”
