Julie was leaning against the bar at the Casino, sipping her martini. it was just after 11pm but the place was still fairly crowded. She had just left the poker table where, so far, she'd had a successful night. Fred, as usual, had drank too much and gone up to their room about a half hour before. He had promised to take it easy. She had really been looking forward to this weekend. She loved to gamble and loved to dress up.
Tonight, she had done both. In a form fitting, low cut, mid-thigh length black dress, she admired her reflection in the mirror opposite the bar. At 45, she still had a flat stomach, firm thighs, tits that did not sag and what guys liked to call a bubble ass.
Her plan for the night had been to gamble, have a few drinks, then go back to the room and have Fred fuck her sore. Gambling, especially when she won, always made her horny. And a few drinks did away with her few inhibitions.
Finishing her drink, Julie headed back to the poker tables. The only seat available was at a table otherwise populated by 20-something black males. Sighing, she sat down, counted her chips, which amounted to just over $500, and anted up.
Two hours and a couple of more martinis and trying her best to ignore the blatant staring and sexual innuendos of her table mates, Julie had exactly a $1000 in chips. in front of her.
Everyone had folded, except for Julie and most obnoxiously perverted of the players, who said all in and called Julie. Looking down at her three aces, Julie pushed her chips to the middle of the table.
"Three aces" she said flipping over her cards.
Smirking, her opponent slowly turned over his cards, revealing a full house, kings over jacks.
"You lose, babe" he chortled.
Julie was stunned. She had never lost that much money before. And $400 of it was hers! And now she would have to listen to Fred carp about her gambling! Shit!
The winner had come around behind Julie while she was staring down at the table and rubbing her shoulders, said, "You look like you could use a drink."
"What the hell!" thought Julie. "He has all the money and Fred's asleep."
"Thanks. I think I will," Julie agrees as she goes back to the bar with the winner and the other three players.
Touching his glass to hers, the winner says, "You got a kick ass body for an older bitch. It was hard to concentrate looking at those nice titties of your, especially when you bent down. Cards always make your nipples hard?"
Although he didn't know it yet, being talked to like that always turned Julie on.
"Thank you, I think, Mister?" purred Julie.
"Trevor" her bar mated answered. "And you are?"
"Julie"
"Well, Julie, do you always play cards on your night off? Or did you work earlier?" Trevor asks.
"Excuse me?" says Julie.
Then it quickly dawns on her. They think I'm a hooker! Honest mistake she realizes. Dressed the way she is, only woman around, sits down with a table full of youngsters.
Instead of answering, she just smiles.
Sliding his hand up her thigh as the guy behind her nuzzles her neck, Trevor says,
"How would you like to earn some of your money back? We have a suite upstairs. A couple of hours will cost what?"
Julie's pussy was already moist at the thought of some stiff young cock. Her fantasy of being a high priced whore being fulfilled was positively making her drip.
Taking a sip from her drink and making sure no one else was in earshot tells Trevor that four guys for two hours will cost them $800.
Smiling, and sliding his hand further up her thigh, Trevor says, "Ok. You're going to fucking earn it!"
Grabbing Julie around the waist, he leads her to the elevator.
Once in the elevator, one of the guys unzips the back of her dress and pulls it off her shoulders, exposing and mauling her tits, as Trevor, pulling her panties to one side, slides a finger into her wet pussy.
