Chapter 1
I was down in Arizona for a few weeks for training for my new job. I wasn't very familiar with the Phoenix area. I am a social person, so not knowing anyone left me feeling a little down, and I wanted to do something fun and meet some people. My boyfriend Mike was going to come visit, but was unable to make it.
I'd heard through the grapevine that some of the local casinos were fun. I love to play blackjack. So, I got dressed up in my tight cute leather pants, and a sexy low cut see-through shirt with a zipper and headed to the casino for what I hoped would be a fun night. I also wore my highest heels. I love nothing more than strutting around somewhere public with swagger in heels. Since Mike isn't here, a little flirting is just what I need as a gap filler.
When I arrived at the casino, I noticed right away how young the dealers were compared to the Vegas casinos. I walked around a couple of times, then sat down at a $5 minimum black jack table that looked like a fun group of people. I started with conservative bets, and some simple conversation with a few of the other players.
The guy next to me, introduced himself as Jake. He had a southern accent, dimples, and a personality that grabs attention. He graduated from Clemson, where he played football a few years ago, and was in town for the big National Championship football game. Jake and I quickly developed a witty, smart ass banter back and forth that was much better than the cards. We'd been flirting a bit, and were having a great time. Soon our knees were resting against each others under the table. But eventually, we were both down in chips, so we decided we should move tables.
The next card pit over, we saw a $10 table, and the atmosphere looked fun. There were two seats next to each other in the middle of the table. So, we smiled at each other, and jumped in those seats. Pretty soon, we were raking in the cash. We were having a blast, the whole table had nick names for each other, Jake's nick name soon becomes "Maya's Good Luck Charm" - because I win a lot after he sits by me, and the closer he sits, the better my cards are. The whole table is on a roll.
It was time to for a dealer switch, and everyone was worried that our luck would change. I wasn't that concerned, as I was already up $200. Our new dealer introduced himself as Chris, and he was a broad shouldered, handsome guy from Colorado Springs. Since I'm from Colorado as well, we instantly connected and started talking football. Then, he dealt me an Ace. I was two drinks in and feeling a little fun, so in a sexy voice, I said to him. "Come on Chris, give it to me like I want it."
He smiled a gorgeous smile, and flipped over a King of Hearts. Blackjack! "Believe me, I would give it to you exactly like you'd want it." He slyly said back.
At this point, I'm enjoying myself a lot. The hot dealer is turning me over great cards, and flirting like crazy - boosting my bank roll and my self esteem. And meanwhile, I think Clemson Jake is getting a little jealous, as our knee resting, has turned into sliding his leg up and down mine under the table. It's pretty hot. We continue as a table, especially Chris, Jake and I, to let the sexual innuendos fly.
At one point, Jake bumped into his water and it spilled on me. He winked at me and said, "I'm sorry I got you all wet."
I wink back, and say to the whole table, "It wouldn't be the first time."
We are having a blast, and while I'm not sure the boys were as happy about it, I'm the only girl at the table. I'm thoroughly enjoying the attention. After being alone in a new city for a while, this is exactly what I needed. And honestly, these boys are competitive ex-athletes, so I don't think they mind vying for my attention either.
We've all made a lot of money, but the cards are starting to go south. Chris apologetically turned 2 blackjacks in a row over for the house, and then he pieced together a 5 card 21. We are all frustrated and I say, "Are you FUCKING kidding me?!" The pit boss, is a 60 year old woman, that hasn't smiled once since we sat down. You can tell she's at the end of her shift, and isn't happy. She comes over and tells me that I can't say that at this casino and basically that I need to reign it in. I apologize, and I'm surprisingly not embarrassed, but rather feeling giddy and awnry. I can feel the exciting, rule breaking, wild part of me start to bubble up.
A couple more hands and then Chris says his shift is over. Meanwhile Jake's buddies are convincing him to head over to a different casino, they want me to come with them. For a second I consider it, but realize I can't drive, and don't want to ride with them, so I decide I will stay at this casino for a while longer since it's still early. Jake asks for my number, and I think of Mike for a second, but know that while he is my boyfriend, we are an adventurous couple, and he'll love the story and I don't think he'll mind. So I pull out two of Mike's business cards, and write my number down on one, and Jake writes his on the other. Jakes hugs me and he kisses me on the cheek, and says "I'll call ya later sweetheart." in his sexy southern accent.
When Chris' realizes I'll be alone now, He quickly says, "Don't worry my shift is over, and I will be your new good luck charm. I'm gonna play a few hands on that side of the table." He says the Pit Boss at the next set of tables is his buddy and a lot more fun, so we move down that way. I find a seat at the very edge of the table, right next to the pit and Chris sits next to me. We each pull out $100 to start. We play a few hands, win some, lose some, and quickly make friends with this table as well. It's a fun group. There is a good looking couple at the other end that are here to celebrate her 40th birthday, and another one of the earlier Clemson alumni football crew is in the middle. I see the new pit boss, Chris' friend. He is probably 5'11", and has broad masculine shoulders, that remind me of Mike's. He has light brown hair, green eyes, a strong jaw with a sexy scruffy 5'clock shadow and he seems in charge. The new pit boss comes over towards us, and we catch each others eyes and hold the gaze for longer than normal. Something inside me churns with excitement. He comes right up to me and boldly introduces himself. "Hey - I'm Nate. Are you having a good time girl?" He says.
"Hi...I say." as we lock eyes again. "I'm Maya. And yes, I am. But would be having more fun, if we could get Chris here a drink. He dealt well for us earlier."
"I will gladly buy you a round Maya." Nate offers.
"I will gladly accept a round for not just me, but the whole table." I say with a big smile.
"It sounds like you know what you want Maya." Nate smirks back. He quickly flags down a cocktail waitress and asks her to take the whole table's order, and tells her this round is on him.
I order a Johnny Walker on the rocks, and the whole table follows suit, because by now we've decided that we do better as a team. I love the atmosphere here - so much fun.
"Thanks Nate, you are already proving be to a better boss down here." I say.
"Oh, why is that Maya?" Nate inquires.
I laugh and say "Well, it's not much of a story, but ends with fucking".
Nate's eyes light up and he smiles, but then he gets called to another table. I excuse myself from the table for a minute to the restroom. I freshen up, add a touch of perfume, and reapply my dark red lipstick. And of course, lower the zipper on my shirt a little, letting it show deep into my cleavage.
When I get back to the table, we decide we need nicknames for everyone at this table too. The woman at the end is "Birthday". Her husband is "Ace". The Clemson guy is "Southern Charm."
Everyone is trying to decide my name, and Chris pipes up, and says, "It should be trouble."
I smile and honestly say, "Well, that fits, but back home they call me 'fun trouble'." Soon the whole table is calling me by my nick name, even the dealers we rotate through.
I realize Chris has moved his stool closer so that he can lean his leg against mine. The flirting tonight is ridiculous, coming at me, and I'm giving it, from all angles. Must be the pheromones from missing Mike and wishing he was here tonight.
The new dealer LJ is fun too. He is roommates with Chris. It seems like all the employees here, are in their late twenties or early thirties. They are like a big frat of guys that graduated college at one of the local schools, but weren't done having fun and ready to move on to the corporate world yet. LJ is smart. I've played blackjack for years, and feel pretty competent at it. But LJ gives me insight and tips that I've never played with before.
The shoe runs out, and LJ has to shuffle. He tosses me the red cut card while he deals, but it bounces off the table and falls into the pit. Nate comes over and hands it to me as he looks into my eyes. He asks to hear the rest of the story from earlier.
I smile, and say "Let's just put it this way, I got in trouble."
"Alright, let's hear it - what got you in trouble?" Nate laughs
"Well, I got a little fired up about a bad hand that Chris here dealt, and I said fuck. Apparently that's against the rules here." I look at him as I bite my lip, smile with my eyes, and quietly say, "Nate, what would happen if I said Fuck down here?"
He looks into my eyes, slowly puts his hand around my wrist, and then squeezes hard. It doesn't hurt, but certainly gets my attention. "Well Maya, I'd have to punish you."
Oh my. I can feel my body start to get hot and tingly. That was freaking hot. Before I can answer, he lets go, turns his hands over to show the cameras he doesn't have anything and walks away. The new cards get dealt, and we start another hand. The cocktail waitress comes over and hands me a drink. I look at her curiously because I didn't order it. She leans in and says, " A double Makers, on Nate".
A few more hands and I'm starting to lose a little, but it's been exciting. Nate and I have locked eyes often, and he's spent a lot of time talking to me next to our table. We've talked about our jobs, and our lives. And we've mixed in lots of subtle dirty talk too. I'm only up $200 and was up $400. And I've missed a couple of calls from Mike. So I decide I better head out.
"Nate, thanks for the drinks, I've had a lot of fun, but I think I better call it a night." I reluctantly say.
"Girl, don't leave. Will you be back tomorrow?" Nate says sadly.
"I might, but if I do, I will likely be in trouble again." I tease.
Nate leans in close, close enough to gather troubled attention from the other bosses. "Well, then you might get punished girl." He breathes into my ear.
We smile at each other, knowing we've both enjoyed our night. We exchange numbers. And I stand up to head out to snag an Uber. I hear Nate say something to Chris, who is still next to me, but has gotten sleepy. I think he's also decided he lost to Nate. Chris then comes over to me and offers to walk me out, so that I'm not alone. I say, I appreciate the offer, but I just got a text that my ride is here and I will be fine. I wink at Nate, and mouth 'see you tomorrow'. I walk towards the door with swagger and head back to my hotel.
Chapter 2.
Once I get in the Uber, I respond to a text from Mike:
Mike: Are you still at the casino?
Me: Nope, I left. Thought if I stayed I'd get myself in more trouble.
Mike: Why is that?
Me: Flirty boys, and too many free drinks. I'll tell you the story sometime.
Mike: Part of me wonders if I'll be jealous hearing the story or if it'd just turn me on.
Me: Well, I'll give you a glimpse and see what you think - the hot pit boss came over and grabbed my wrist and said he'd have to punish me for saying fuck.
Mike: Damn, that's hot!! I'm impressed, my cock is hardening a bit just from his comment.
