Jess Gets More Than She Gambled For
"Black Jack!" the dealer yelled. I turned to see who was the lucky recipient of the much sought after Black Jack. It was a man sitting in the first seat to the dealers left.
I should clarify that I am a Casino Gaming Floor Supervisor for an Indian casino in Connecticut called The Paragon. I am charged with watching 4 Black Jack tables on this very busy Sunday night. It's my job to make sure that the tables are stocked with enough money as well as settle any disputes that may arise through dealer error on the game.
When I am not doing either of those, for the most part, I watch the dealers, and the players, and see to it that the players needs are met.
I had noticed earlier in the evening, that the woman sitting behind the man, who just hit the Black Jack, had been watching me. This is a common occurrence for me. I am not trying to sound arrogant, but when you deal with a hundred or more people every day, it's not uncommon to see a 3 or 4 women looking at you behind their husband's back. Plus, it helps that I have bright blue eyes, black hair, and unlike many of the men that work around me, I am in excellent shape.
This woman had been stealing glances at me for a little over two hours now. When her husband had gone to the men's room on several occasions, she became a little more daring each time, and would make small talk with me. She could see my name on my badge, Dante, and she was interested in the origin of the name; something that I am very used to doing with patrons.
She had beautiful short black hair, her face was tan, and her outfit, as well as her mannerisms, indicated to me that she had money. She wore a dark gray skirt with a matching blazer. She wore a low cut black shirt underneath the blazer that revealed a hint of cleavage. She appeared to be in her late 40s, judging by the wrinkles on her face, but she was so very beautiful…not beautiful, stunning. Yes, stunning is the best way to describe her. I am 24, but I have always found older women to be so much more experienced, that I tend to ignore women my own age.
She and her husband had been drinking since 7 p.m. and it was now about 11 p.m. It's not uncommon for the patrons of casino's to drink too much, especially when the alcohol is free. I had learned that her name was Jessica, but she liked to be called Jess. Her husband, Harry, was a foreman on a construction site in Maine, and he had the next couple of days off while one of his supervisors was to be acting foreman the following few days.
When Harry returned from the men's room, I excused myself from the table, to see how the other patrons were doing-the whole time noting the fact that Jess was more openly watching, and smiling at me. I was smiling back now.
I was standing walking from table to table, making sure everyone was happy, or as happy as I can make them at least, when the dealer at Jess's table called "Shuffle", and Harry excused himself to use the men's room again.
I slowly walked over to Jess and she was already talking to me before I had made it all the way over there.
"We have a lovely room in one of your hotels here. I only hope we get to see it. He is such a work-a-holic, that we often cut or stays short so he can get back to his latest project. He doesn't trust anyone to be in charge but himself."
She sighed, and then added, "I receive such little attention from him, that I often have to rely on my fingers to…" she covered her mouth and blushed. "…Uh, that was way too much information."
I pretended not to understand her, but I don't think she bought it.
"That's too bad" I said, " You have probably stood by him all this time, so you most certainly deserve some attention. If I had a wife like you, she would get a lot of attention from me."
"Oh really" she said this with a slight wicked laugh. " So, you are saying you have a lot to offer a woman then?"
I nodded "you could say that." We smiled at each other, and it was more than just a friendly smile, it was as if we both knew we were talking about something other than just attention.
When Harry came back, I stood there a moment to chat with the other players, then stepped away when one of my other dealers called out for me.
When I walked back to where Jess was, she was sitting all alone. Puzzled I asked, "Where is Harry?" She sighed with a hint of disgust. "Just like I figured, our vacation is interrupted once again. His acting Foreman for tomorrow just called and said that he has a temperature of 102 degrees, and his wife insists that he not go in to work tomorrow, so…"
I finished her sentence. "…So, that means you have to leave for Maine now."
She gave a grin like the Cheshire Cat. "No, that means that HE has to leave for Maine. I told him he could come back here after work tomorrow and get me. I am staying here tonight.
I went on break about 10 minutes later, and the two of us walked around and talked. During my 30 minute break, we talked a little more, and she convinced to come up to her room when I got off work; it didn't take much to convince me.
Fortunately, because there were so many extra supervisors on staff, I was able to leave a little early.
At 2 a.m. I was knocking on her door. She opened the door wearing a royal blue satin bathrobe. "Come in." she said almost in a whisper. I followed her, almost as if I was in a trance. I admired everything about her. Her figure was amazing. She had a small waist that flared out to her curvaceous hips, which lead down to an amazingly round, tight looking ass.
She spun to talk to me, and she caught me looking at her bottom. When our eyes met, she smiled knowingly, and wasted no time in letting me know what she wanted.
She put her arms around my neck, and kissed me. At 6 feet, 2 inches tall, there aren't many women that I can look at eye to eye, and this woman was no exception. She was probably about 5'10, and judging from the way her chest pushed against the material of her robe forward, I guessed she was a healthy C-cup.
I could taste alcohol on her breath, but it was sweet, so I didn't mind it one bit.
She reached down to cup my crotch. "I have been thinking about this all night". She said with hunger in her voice. "You look so fucking good in this suit."
She slid her fingers over the hair of my goatee, over my chin, down to my neck, then both hands found their way to my belt, then the buttons to my pants, then ultimately, my zipper.
She smelled so good. I could smell her perfume. I was becoming so excited that I couldn't talk, I could only grunt and moan as she kissed me one more time.
Her tongue licked my lips, then slithered into my mouth. My dick got rock hard. She could feel it against her leg as she pressed against me.
She moved back a few inches. "Oh my, is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"
Before I could say a word, she was on her knees pulling down my pants. I was undoing my tie, and unbuttoning my shirt as quickly as possible. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of my boxers, and began to slowly pull them down. She was kissing the exposed parts of my thigh at the same time.
I couldn't believe this was happening. I had never gone to a room with a patron before. I had never had the nerve, but there was something about her that hypnotized me. I just had to have her.
My heart was racing, my breathing was becoming faster, and my fingers were fumbling with the buttons on my shirt as if I had no clue as to how to undo them.
