Gifted Grifter #11: Julie's Revenge
We arrived in Vegas late after a long day of driving. It was prime poker time, but we were too tired from fifteen hours behind the wheel to do anything but drag our bags upstairs, make love and go to sleep.
I was up first the next morning and lay in bed anxiously waiting to see how Julie would be. I was very concerned about her emotionally, since the last time she woke up in a hotel room in Vegas she living there as a self-employed sex worker. A lot had changed in a year, not the least of which was having a new boyfriend—namely me. And when I say new, I mean new—it was just days ago that that Julie and I went from being occasional sex partners to being full-time significant others. Our relationship was still fresh and fragile, and I was concerned about how being back in Vegas would affect my sweetheart's self-concept. That was the main reason we were waking up in the brown-tinted, vaguely medieval surroundings of a standard room at Excalibur. I had asked Julie if there was anyplace she had never been on the Vegas strip; she replied that she had never spent any time in the low-end properties on the strip—at $3000 a night and up, only big-money players at big-money properties could afford her services. I chose the castle because I had stayed there several times in the days before the discovery of the mindreader changed my life, so I was pretty familiar with the place. Julie's customers also almost always stayed in suites rather than standard rooms, so although I could easily have booked us in a better room, I opted not to.
Julie started stirring. I gently kissed her bare shoulder (we were both naked from having sex the night before) to help nudge her awake—and to remind her that she wasn't alone in her half-awake state. She rolled her shoulder around in its socket to acknowledge that she felt and appreciated my kisses, then rolled towards me so she was flat on her back.
"Good morning, sweetheart," I said, kissing her good morning. "I love you."
She smiled slightly, and touched my cheek. "I love you too." Then she stretched, looked around, and said "So this is what Vegas looks like to normal people."
"How are you?" I asked, cutting right to the choice.
"All right," she said. "We haven't done anything yet." Then she opened her arms, inviting me to hold her close. "I'm still not used to waking up next to you every morning...but I sure do like it." We kissed.
My penis responded to my kissing beautiful Julie and being pressed up close to her body. She felt my erection rubbing against her thigh. She reached between her legs, masturbating briefly and slipping a finger into her pussy to ensure that the passage was clear. Then she reached for my penis and guided it into her.
She spread her legs to accommodate me, but held me close by wrapping both arms around my neck. We kissed each other while I raised and lowered by buttocks to penetrate the sanctuary of her femininity. I continued to fuck her at a leisurely pace, kissing her the whole time.
Without warning, she gently pushed me off of her. I was worried that having sex in a hotel in Vegas was like giving her flashbacks or something. Instead, she rolled over on her side, and indicated that I should lay next to her. When I did, she adjusted so that my dick was level with her butt. Then bending her top leg up and out of the way, she reached down and guided my penis back into her pussy.
I picked up my rhythm where I had left off. I couldn't move fully in and out while lying on my side, but that was offset by the ease with which I could fondle her breasts while fucking. I stopped fondling momentarily while I reached up and brushed her lovely blonde hair behind her ear. Then I resumed teasing her nipples, still fucking, and now I could kiss and nibble on her ear at the same time. She curled up slightly when I nibbled on her ear; it tickled.
She turned her head towards me; I shift over so that I could kiss her. This bent he leg somewhat awkwardly, however, so I go up off my side and got on my knees. One of her legs was still beneath me, the other I lifted up and over my shoulder. Julie could do the splits, so this position wasn't even a stretch for her. My dick was now rotated 90 degrees from its usual angle of penetration, but now I had full range of motion back and I kicked it up a notch. Julie took my hand, closed her eyes, and began to suck my thumb like it was a dick. I responded by kicking it up another notch. Then she grabbed the ankle of the upraised leg with her arm, further spreading herself open to me. That put me over the top; seconds later I was emptying my nuts between her thighs.
Eventually we got up, showered (together), and got dressed. I offered to take her to Paris for breakfast—something I had done the first time I had met her here—but she said she wasn't that hungry so we opted for something simpler and quicker.
"Now what?" she asked after breakfast.
"Now we start making money," I said. "The poker rooms won't be worth playing until later, so we start at the sportsbook." I was starting to learn more subtle things about Julie; rather than assuming she didn't know anything about betting sports and horses, I asked what she knew—she had mentioned before that you could learn a lot from johns if you just listen. Sure enough, she understood many of the bets in the sports book and knew horse race betting options I didn't know. But while she knew how to bet them, she knew even less than I what bets were good.
"Glasses time," I said, turning on my glasses. Julie turned on her Bluetooth mindreader and tagged along.
I waited until a race ended, then commented to one of the guys standing around the betting counter. "Hey that was a good finish. Someone had given me a tip on that race, and I wasn't smart enough to trust it!" I emphasized the word TIP, because the whole point of that utterance was to get the listener to think about what tips they had about that day's races. This guy had one that seemed promising, so later I unobtrusively bet on the horse the word tip had registered in that guy's mind.
Julie only needed to see it once to understand exactly how it worked. "Okay, I can do that. And, I have certain advantages," she said, pretending to stretch her back but really calling attention to her breasts, whose curves were easily visible in her tight tank top. "Let's separate for a bit and see how we do." Then she looked at me with a very earnest look, saying "but please don't leave the sportsbook in case I need you."
"You didn't need to say that—whether you wanted me to or not, I'm not letting my precious little girl out of my sight," I said, hugging her. "Don't forget, you have a panic button on your Bluetooth too."
"I remember...I really appreciate it being there now," she replied.
Julie went to the bathroom for a bit, then reappeared having pulled a trick I had seen her do before; she had tied a knot in the back of her already tight tank top so that her midriff and belly button were exposed above the top of the rolled-over elastic of her short-shorts. She then sat down by a group of guys and played dumb blonde. They were more than happy to teach her how to bet the horses.
It was difficult for me to watch her work these guys. I knew she loved me, I had more than just her words to prove it: I had read it in her mind. But it was my own insecurity at what I had to offer, juxtaposed with the obvious and currently flaunted assets of my dear Julie that made me fear that somehow, someone would steal her away from me. As a result, I more watching of her and less fishing of my own that I should have. I did hit a couple of good tips, but after a time I just sat at the back of the room, pretending to watch games but mostly watching Julie. I knew she knew I was watching her a lot, but I couldn't help it.
After working the room for about two hours, Julie came towards me. I stood up as she came near. She came by me, untying the knot that had been holding her shirt up short. "Well, one lesson learned," she said.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Don't show too much skin when fishing for betting tips, because if you're too sexy all the guy you're talking to will be able to think about is to fantasize about having sex with you," she said.
