"I get the picture, Rudy. Go on."
"Right. So this casino would change the schedule around a lot, and I would end up working with different women all the time. The ones that were already familiar with me would strike up some very personal and intimate conversations with me, or they would flirt with me in very explicit ways. The women that were not familiar with me would ask themselves; who the hell is this guy that can talk to so many different women like that? The new women would be curious enough to join the conversation, they would find me entertaining enough, and pretty soon I had droves of women flirting with me at this casino."
"Droves of women?"
"It was quite the phenomenon." Rudy replied. "Don't get me wrong. I've always tried to be nice to women. I don't discriminate against them because they're too big or too thin, or because they're not as pretty as other women. I try to build them back up when they're feeling down because of their boyfriends or husbands or whatever. I also go out of my way to make them laugh, and to give them the respect that nearly every human being deserves. I don't want you to think that I'm like every other guy who's just after sex.
"On occasion, I'll have a woman develop a crush on me, or even fall in love with me. This is what took place with a girl named Lucy. She was a big girl and she hadn't had too many lovers or boyfriends in her life. Well, Lucy had convinced herself that she was a better match for me than any of the other girls in the casino. Better even than my wife. Lucy became obsessed with trying to win me over. She started changing her days around, thanks in part to her buddy, who was the supervisor who wrote our schedules. Lucy would frequently end up working in the same area I was in. If she couldn't do that, Lucy would try to take her breaks and lunches whenever I did. She even started telling some of the other girls that we were dating, and that they shouldn't be flirting with me at all. Poor Lucy was getting out of hand, and she wasn't picking up the hint that she couldn't be anything more to me than a friend."
"This is all very interesting, Rudy," Sandy interrupted. "But I don't think you're going to get me aroused by telling me any of this."
"I'm getting to that part." Rudy went on. "A lot of this is to transition your mind away from the physical awareness into the dream state. Trust me, the story's about to get juicy."
"Okay, I'm all ears then."
"Late one night, I'm about to go on my lunch break. Lucy keeps calling my area so she can leave at the same time I do. I tell her I'm going to lunch right then, but that I'm not going to spend it with her because of the way she's been acting. So Lucy asks me if I'll be eating with someone else, and out of frustration I lie and say yes. Then, I hang up and leave the cashier cage. I'm thinking; I do not want to spend my entire lunch hour telling Lucy that I don't want anything to do with her. I reach the hallway leading into the back of the casino at the same time another employee does, and this was a young lady by the name of Patty.
"So let me tell you about Patty. She was a nineteen year-old redhead with freckles. Patty was a little on the chubby side. I remember telling her about some Japanese game show where the female contestants had to weigh their breasts. As a result, Patty went out and weighed hers. They were eight pounds each, if you're wondering. Maybe later I'll even tell you about the night when Patty and her roommate tried to rape a security guard with a strap-on. Long story short, Patty was more of an acquaintance than a buddy. Because she was such a narrow-focused, sex-driven beast, I tended to gravitate away from her.
"As I bumped into her there in the hallway, however, I started to wonder if maybe Patty wasn't exactly the right person to bump into. I stopped Patty right there. I looked at her, and I asked her; Patty, you've heard about how Lucy keeps telling everyone that I'm her boyfriend? Of course she had, because there are no secrets in small town casinos such as that one. I tell her that Lucy is only a minute or two behind me, and that I did not want to eat lunch with her. I said I'd gone and lied and told her I was having lunch with someone else. Would you mind very much, Patty, I asked, to pretend to be my date for the next hour?
"She had that look on her face that said; Oh yeah, I'll do it. Together, we walked back to the employee break-room. We went all the way outside to the smoking area. This is a fairly large, open space with half a dozen tables and a canopy covering the whole of it. Maybe ten or twelve people were already out there when we showed up. They were blackjack dealers, bartenders, slot attendants, and a couple of supervisors. We took a seat by ourselves, in a spot where Lucy would be sure to see us if she poked her head outside.
"So what do you want me to do? Patty asked me, as she lit up a cigarette. Since this was all spur of the moment, I hadn't planned that far ahead. I shrugged and told her to pretend that she liked me, and to sit close to me. I told her I'd owe her big time if she did this. So, Patty drags her chair next to mine, leans her head and elbow onto my chest and shoulder, and swings her leg onto my lap. She was still in this same pose some five minutes later, when Lucy poked her head out. Lucy grimaced at the two of us and went back inside. That's the end of Lucy for now, but it's not the end of the story."
"Okay, so what are you getting at?" Sandy asked.
"I now have you at a neutral state of mind, where all of your daily pressures and worries are gone, and all that you're concentrating on are my words." Rudy explained. "I will now attempt to get you aroused. When you reach this state, I want you to capture it. I want you to put a mental bookmark there, and to tell yourself that you'll be able to return to this state whenever you want to. I want you to be very specific in remembering this, because that's the only way I can tap into the energies that I need to tap into."
"I'll try." Sandy nodded, taking a quick glance around the coffee shop, and finding herself wondering if Rudy really could make something happen. He certainly sounded serious.
Rudy said, "Visualize the scene. I'm sitting on a white folding chair, it's cool outside, and it's the middle of the night."
Sandy shivered, but she passed this off as minor delusion.
"Before me," Rudy continued. "Is a fold-out table that blocks the view from about my waist down. There are several other fold-out tables around. The nearest other workers are about twelve feet away, and they're all either smoking, joking around, or complaining about the job. Patty's been draped onto my side for like ten minutes now, pretending that she likes me, and I guess she's getting into some kind of mood, because she puts her mouth close to my ear, and she says:
"Rudy, I dare you to do something to me. If you don't, I'm telling everybody in the casino that you're gay."
Sandy giggled. "She really said that? What did you do?"
"Bear in mind, that I already had a reputation as a guy that flirted with half the women in the casino. So, I wasn't really worried about Patty telling everybody that I chickened out when I had the chance to do something with her. It wouldn't have made any difference to any of my female friends. What I was thinking, was that if I did put my hands on her, I would be doing it in the presence of maybe a dozen people. If any of these people noticed, I would be risking the story spreading like wildfire all over the place. I don't know, something about that kind of a voyeur scenario, with me at what, thirty-four or thirty-five years old, and manhandling a nineteen year-old chick in public. It got my blood going. I asked Patty to dare me again."
Sandy felt herself getting aroused. "Did she?"
"Oh, yeah, she did. She was looking me straight in the eye when she said it. Since she was sitting so close to me already, it didn't take much for me to slide my hand down the front of her pants."
"What did she do?"
"She leaned back on her chair, and opened her legs wider. Why don't you do that now, Sandy? Close your eyes and pretend you're Patty."
Sandy glanced at the people around her, but nobody was paying attention to her. She leaned back in her seat. For good measure, she covered her eyes with her sunglasses.
Sandy spread her legs, just a little. "If you want me to play with myself, I don't think I can do that here with all these people around."
"Keep visualizing the scene." Rudy reminded her. "Imagine me rubbing the front of Patty's cunt..."
"Pussy. I don't like the way the word cunt sounds."
"Right. I'm rubbing Patty's pussy through her pants. Patty's watching the crowd and I'm watching the crowd. She's lifting her hips slightly, to give me a better angle at her. I'm rubbing at her pretty good. Patty's starting to moan a little, but not enough to attract attention. She's got her hand on my wrist, lightly, and she's feeling each and every movement my hand makes. You know what Patty does next?"
"No."
"Patty pops the button on her black pants and she takes a second to undo her zipper. She wants me to do more than just rub her from the outside. What are you doing next, Sandy?"
