My story picks up from when I meet Darrell and Marcus at the airport. We were all forced to stay in Vegas another night due to bad weather grounding flights into Chicago...
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About two hours of sleeping in the hotel room after some really steamy fantasy sex with myself and Darrell, I hear a text on my phone. I look over to the clock. It is almost 8pm and I am feeling well rested. I am totally nude. I get up and wrap myself in a towel and go to my phone.
"Hi hon. Kids are in bed and so am I so have a good night", Miles, my husband, wrote...
I made a quick call and told him about the plans for arriving home tomorrow. We chatted a bit and then said our goodbyes.
I was feeling a little guilty that I might not be home on a Friday night, but Saturday's are crazy with kids sports and I needed a night to myself that I was not having a business or kids conversation. Or, maybe, I need a couple gentleman chaperons! I reached into my wallet and pulled out Darrell's card and read "Darrell Smith, MD, Cardiologist." There was no mobile number!
"What the heck? Was I supposed to page him?!" I said out loud. I tossed the card and it landed on the dresser with a handwritten number showing! "Mmmm, now that's more like it..."
I texted the number, "Darrell, this is Laurie. I took that nap, feel great and was wondering if the offer for chaperons for the evening is still open?"
I waited. As time passed I decided to unpack and pick out an outfit for tonight. As I unpacked my bag and took inventory in my head, "Should I wear what I wore today? No, the dress sweater was a outfit for going back home and not a Vegas outfit. I found my black split pencil skirt to knees with a white split front silk blouse. Those looked sharp, conservative and sexy! But I needed better shoes than black short frumpy pumps or boots. And, my panties and bra are old and mismatched. Damn!"
I heard a text arrive on my phone and jumped on it. "Laurie, our Chicago girl! We would love to chaperon you tonight. We are gambling craps at the big table downstairs. Hurry up because we are down and need your sexy smile and lady luck!"
I got excited like a school girl on her first date! But, I needed to think fast to improve my outfit. I slipped on the skirt, blouse and frumpy shoes. I put on a nice pearl necklace to go with my classy platinum rings. I cleaned up my hair and looked at myself in a full length mirror. I criticized myself out loud, "The shoes need to go and you need a sexy bra and panties. Time to go shopping!"
I grabbed my purse and headed down to the Forum shops at Ceasar's. I was going to get this done fast! It did not take me long to locate a pair of sexy stiletto closed toe pumps with a strap around the ankle. On my way out I saw a small black clutch and grabbed it. Next, I found a lingerie store nearby. I looked around at some colored stuff, some black stuff and then I decided on white lace. The last time I wore white lace was my wedding night and I was a virgin! I got a nice conservative sexy set of panties and bra. I thought to myself, "Should I get the sexy stockings and garter?... Why not? " I looked at my long, slender and white legs in the mirror and concluded, "I think the boys will love seeing these sexy long legs in stockings!"
I raced upstairs to my room to change. One last adjustment on the hair and I walked back to the mirror. "Now I looked like a sexy, hot mamma!" I beamed inside my head.
I went down to the casino and was lost! Every casino is so damn big and I have no idea where to go... Finally, I asked, "Where is the big table for craps?" I was pointed in the right direction. It did not take long to see Marcus towering above the crowd at a craps table looking on intently. I slipped in behind them and tapped Darrell on the shoulder to my left.
"Excuse me, but is this spot open?", I inquired. Darrell turned around and got a big, shiny smile on his face with his perfect teeth.
"Laurie! You made it just in time!", he exclaimed. Marcus turned and smiled big and said, "We need some luck right now!" He reached over and gave me a side squeeze into his massive 6 ft 6 inch frame. Even with 4 inch stilettos and being tall, I still felt small.
I looked on to the table. The dealer had just cleared with a crap-out. It was Marcus' turn to roll. The dealer looked at me and said, "Ma'am, you need to place a $500 bet to stand at the table." I started to back away apologizing. Both Marcus and Darrell reached back with their arms and pulled me to the table. Marcus put down a $1000 chip at the pass-line and Darrell placed $2000 of chips on my station.
Marcus rolled. He nailed a 7! Everyone wins. The next roll an 11! Everyone wins. Marcus then rolls in a 10 to point. The game starts and I do not know what is going on. Marcus and Darrell are betting all over and they keep it simple for me. Marcus was rolling great because everyone was cheering him on. Him and Darrell drew money off the table as winning and finally he crapped out. But, that was only after Darrell winning about $7000, Marcus winning $8000 and me winning $2000! Not bad! We all high five each other and Darrell leans over and hotly whispers in my ear, "I knew you were lucky Laurie..." and hugged me close.
I was definitely getting stares at that point. A tall, middle-aged woman between to big, sexy black men... A lot of assumptions were rolling through peoples heads.
The dealer pushed me the dice and asked, "Do you want to bet?" I looked at Marcus and he took care of if laying $1000 down. Everyone bet. I shook the dice and threw them down the table as I had seem Marcus do it earlier. I nailed a 7! Payday. I rolled again and it was 11. All cheered! Again, I rolled. It landed on 7! Three in a row! People were cheering now. Then I rolled an 9. Marcus said, "solid", but I had no idea what he meant.
Drinks came and it was champagne for me. I looked confused and Darrell nodded and said, "I took care of it while you were rolling."
I rolled an 8, 5, 9, 10, 4, 8, 9 and everyone was going mad! I was making money for the table! Marcus and Darrell took turns hugging me. Since Marcus seemed to be leading, I pulled him down and asked, "What makes the most on the table?"
He replied, "Aces or Box cars! Its 30:1"
"Put money on Box Cars now," I said in a focused, matter of fact voice.
Marcus complied and then so did Darrell. They put down 3K each on the bet. And both looked at me. I threw 2K into the pile. I picked up my champagne and took a large sip. I handed it to Marcus and said, "Hold my champagne..." while winking at him.
The dealer push me the dice. I shook them three times, kissed them and said loudly, "To a lucky night in Vegas!" and threw them.
It was like slow motion as the dice went to the end of the table, hit the board and came back. They landed on double sixes.
"Box Cars!" both Marcus and Darrell screamed and jumped up and down with me in a group hug! I just made the boys 90,000 each and 60,000 for myself!
But, my luck did not stop there. I rolled more points, a yo, aces and more. I looked at Darrell and Marcus and said, "Time to pull some money off the table boys. I am hungry and this is going to end soon." They did not hesitate and in two more rolls I crapped out... But, the table was very happy and a shower of $100 chips rolled to me at the end of the table.