WEST TOWER ROOM 1307 PT. 3
To the impartial observer, a young, very busty woman with tousled hair, something gooey drying on her thigh/leg, and a vacant, smiling face stepped off the elevator near the lobby bar. Her brown hair fell slightly beneath her shoulders, and her face revealed not a single blemish, mole, or freckle.
Had Ashley Sterling taken the time to think, she may have recalled her breasts were formerly two sizes smaller, her hair darker, and her face freckled. She may have also noticed she filled out her skirt a bit more in the rear. But she was in no state to notice.
First of all, her experience with the brothers or twins or whatever they were was briefly satisfying but now she found herself increasingly aroused. She kept thinking about how hot it was to watch herself get fucked by the two men in the mirror; it was taking every ounce of her strength not to reach her fingers down her skirt. At one point she almost went upstairs to do exactly that.
Fuck I like...should always do two at once. Do other girls do that? Wait...why did I come back down here in the first place? Man those little hearts did a number on me...like the number two, as in, two guys at once.
She giggled.
Second, she was finding the bright lights and massive commotion on the floor increasingly difficult to sort through. Her eyes just kept falling on various men, all seemingly cuter than the last. And they could all be upstairs with her in about 10 minutes if she had her way. The dealer. The pit boss. Two guys in their forties laughing at the bar. The bouncer in front of that fun-looking club. A hand subconsciously reached down between her skirt and skin and she stopped herself again, laughing.
An attractive, tall, thin man walked by wearing an emerald green tie that nearly matched his eyes. He was striking, and looking right at her!
Wow would I like to have that. Him and one other. Like the dealer. Why does he look familiar? Am I like, losing it totally or something? I would for him. He's smiling at me!
The man's "smile" was closer to a smirk and he just shook his head and walked away, off toward some door labeled "Management Apartments". Ashley committed the name of that door to memory in case she wanted to find him later. She couldn't shake the feeling she knew him, it must've been fate working again.
Briefly she tried to recall what brought her down the elevator, a task that was quickly abandoned when she focused on the entryway to "
SCORCHED".
The bouncer was standing next to a host of some kind; the former in a plain T-shirt revealing ample muscle, the latter in a basic white-shirt, black-tie combo known to food & beverage supervisors the world over. Just behind them were women wearing next to nothing while they danced on raised platforms around blackjack tables.
Those women just are SO lucky...they have all the guys' attention, ALL day. They must like, always be able to have two at once. I should go in there. That's probably why I came downstairs anyways.
She decided to just walk right up to the bouncer. She smiled her best smile and leaned forward to give him a view of her DD tits, resting her crossed arms on the podium he stood behind.
"Can I help you, Ma'am?" He didn't bat an eye. His nametag said "Lance" and he was probably one of the most muscular men Ashley had ever laid eyes on, at least from the waist up where she could see. Somewhere in his late twenties with a full head of dark brown hair. He seemed to be almost a foot taller than her, which had been her thing today. After a quick scan up and down her body, noticing her hair and possibly the dried fluid, he gave an almost imperceptible grin.
"Uhh, so I like..." she was momentarily thrown off by the fact he wasn't ogling her. She felt upset. Maybe she just wasn't attractive enough. "I wanted to know how to get in here. I'm with -- supposed to be with -- like, a group of friends for one of the wedding things. Pre-wedding, uh....party. That's it! The pre-wedding party."
Lance laughed. "Pre-wedding party? You mean a bachelorette party?"
Oh my gosh I'm like, so stupid right now. Bachelorette party. Duh.
She blushed. "Oh, like, yeah. I'm
so
sorry...I don't know what's wrong with me today. So anyway can I like, get in to look around the place or something?"
Lance actually looked a little sad as his facial tone softened. "Unfortunately, Miss, this club is for our high-rollers only. You need to be a Platinum Gamer or higher with us, at which point it includes free access to all of our Player's Lounges, including this one here." He gestured in the general direction of a sign that stated "Sign up today! Play & Get Rewarded™".
Ashley pouted. This was devastating. She just wanted to get in so she could show everyone that she was just as hot and even hornier than the rest of those girls, and now there were all these rules about it. "Well, uh..., what if I wanted to like, work here? Can't require everyone here to like gamble all the time right? Then you'd have to let me in." She smiled, impressed with her reasoning.
"Well, I mean, that'd be up to either the Director or our manager. The director just went home to his suite for the day though. Our manager is on the property until about midnight, though." The shirt & tie host shot Lance a look somewhere between cautionary and angry. Lance pretended not to notice and Ashley didn't see anything to begin with.
"Oh! So can I like, see, him? I think you guys totally need someone like me. Like everyone else's hair is blonde and mine isn't, right? So it would be, like a balance." She flipped her hair and giggled for emphasis.
"Well, he usually doesn't take appointments, but I can do a pre-screening interview in the back if you'd like." Lance was out-and-out smiling now. Ashley liked his smile. And his muscles.
"Okay! Let's like, do it then!" She walked up a step or two and stood beside Lance on the podium, facing the entrance to the club.
"Haha -- alright miss...Jean -- watch the front for a few will you?" Turning away before he could see the host's scowl, Lance led Tracy back through the club.
There were about 6 stages that Ashley could see, and each one was currently occupied. That wasn't a good sign. Each was surrounded by gamblers of various shapes and sizes, as well as the occasional daring significant other who came to the club with their gambling partners. It wasn't lost on Ashley that quite a few of the women seemed as interested in the dancers as the men.
Lance's office -- labeled "Head of Security", despite the lack of any other security, was a mess. A couch that looked about his age was in one corner on the left, a desk & chair against the back wall, and two more office-styled chairs on the right side of the room with an end table between them. Lance took a seat at one of those. There were papers scattered throughout seemingly every surface.
Lance patiently explained the job, the hours (6PM -- 2AM) and the general qualifications. Ashley was so happy -- he said her tits were probably good enough, but he needed to see all of her first. Lance explained that the manager usually let him make some hiring decisions of his own. Also, a lot of the girls went an extra mile to make sure their most loyal players were taken care of -- Ashley didn't hesitate at this part, the thought of having an endless stream of men willing to fuck her senseless sounded like the best part of a dream job.
