I'm not a gambling man. I've been to casinos, horse races, too. But I never wager too much. I'm happy if I break even or come home a few bucks ahead. It's not that I don't like the excitement of a score, I'm just not addicted to the high of it. But my work took me to a small casino town. If this were Atlantic City or Vegas I could take in a show and skip the slots and the tables. I'd slowly nurse a drink, stare at the stage and forget where I was. In this out-of-the-way place slots and tables were all you can find. So I went to a diner, ate alone at the counter, then returned to my hotel. My plan was simple: grab a cup of coffee and a cookie in the lounge and take it to my room. I didn't expect to see anyone for the rest of the night.
Instead I bumped into two curvy ladies, one had short and spiked red hair, the other wasa brunette, long hair past her shoulders. I'm forty. I'd guess these ladies were about ten years older than me. They were laughing so hard their tits and belly's jiggled.
"You know how it is, Jewels. I just have to grab that stick and pull it hard," the redhead laughed, apparently not caring if strangers were around. She saw me pouring my coffee and smiled. "I just have that magic touch." She smiled and winked.
"Sweetie, you can't press your luck," her friend answered. "You might have to pick another stick tonight." She also turned her eyes towards me and smiled.
"Slots," the redhead explained. "I play the slots. I plant my toukis on the stool and hope for the best. There's one machine that I always play for a big payday. I swear it's got my toukis print all over it."
The redhead licked her lips. "What are you doing here all by your lonesome?" she asked me. "Never see anyone here by himself." She moved her middle finger in a circle around the couch cushion beside her. "Come sit," she said, drawing a larger circle than my toukis, or hers, would likely occupy. "I'm Karen," she said, grasping my hand more firmly than expected after I sat, "She's Julie."
"I'm Jay," I replied, feeling chills I took Julie's hand after Karen's. I could see why Karen called her Jewels. Her tits were huge and appeared pointed like diamonds through her white cotton shirt. Karen's were rounder, but also ample. Her silky purple top was unbuttoned one more button than it probably should be at a casino, revealing black lace below. But if Karen didn't care, why should I?
"So, why are you here?" Karen licked her finger. Then she traced along my ankle and my knee cap. Julie smiled from the chair across, licking her lips.
"I've got a project nearby. Starts tomorrow. Kind of boring, really. Computers." I shook as the words came out. Karen's finger, combined with the sight of Julie's tits, caused a rise that I had not felt in a while. I saw no reason to say more, though I enjoyed the sensations.
"Oh, you're a smart guy?" Karen looked into my eyes and inched closer. "Can you help me at the tables, Jay? In case I can't get a crack at the slots?"
"I don't know, Sweets," Julie answered. "He looks a little woozy." She looked at the throbbing mess between my legs. "Don't think he'll be much help."
"Nah, he wouldn't want us, Jewels. We're old ladies. Jay's got a lady somewhere, smart guy like him. C'mon Jay, why doesn't your special someone want to come out and play?" Karen's hand reached my inner thigh. Then she pressed it along the zipper line of my jeans.
"I don't have a girlfriend, I travel too much. I was married, divorced two years ago. My wife didn't like the travel any more than I did. But I couldn't find a job that kept me grounded. I don't want to get into details, but she found another guy."
"I'm so sorry hun. Cute guy like you shouldn't be alone, that's all. Right Jewels?"
Karen's fingers switched course below my slightly flabby belly. I don't work out as much as I probably should, so I blushed when she called me cute. And my legs had not stopped shaking.
Julie nodded softly. "Nope, he shouldn't." She sat up to give me a better view. I couldn't take my eyes off her tits as Karen continued teasing.
"Come out with us?" Karen said, her finger pressing deeper along the zipper. "Be our sugar daddy."
I laughed. I'm far from poor, but I'm closer to a Dollar Menu-naire than an millionaire. I carry, maybe, fifty bucks in my wallet most of the time. If I went to a casino I was happy to come home with the same amount of money I came in with.
Karen leaned over, her tits in clearer view, as it to distract me from Julie. "C'mon sweets," she whispered. "We might get lucky."
"C'mon, Jay. It'll be fun.You don't even have to drive. I'll chauffeur," Julie said.
Karen's curves, soft lips, red hair and fair skin had me throbbing fast as she got up from her seat. After I got up, she took me by the arm while Julie went to get her car. As the car, a luxurious SUV, pulled up at the hotel door, Karen opened the rear passenger door for me. I got in and stretched my arm along the top of the seat. Karen slid under it after she entered from the other door. She took my free hand, and I squeezed it firmly.
"Comfy?" Julie asked, as she put the car in 'Drive.'