The Casino
Bob was discharged from hospital, more from wanting to go home than being fully fit. He was a tough old guy, and was worried about Jane and his daughter. He had rung home several times, without a reply.
The flight and taxi ride home went without a hitch. His car was in the car port so he assumed they were home, safely tucked up in bed. It was too late to disturb them, so he quietly crawled into bed and soon fell asleep.
***
Jane and Elizabeth followed Diane to the bar.
'These are the two new waitresses. Libby, Elizabeth and Jane,' she said.
Libby nodded and smiled at them, and carried on emptying packets of peanuts into glass bowls. Jane smiled back, while Elizabeth glanced around the room. It was divided into booths with baize tables, for playing cards. The whole atmosphere was discreet and opulent. There were no clocks or windows, to indicate time of day. More importantly there were no exits, besides the elevator, and a fire door next to the bar.
Diane showed them around. The sound of an elevator pinging interrupted an off the cuff training program. Two old men ambled into the room. Elizabeth noted there was a guard operating the elevator. He too had a key, as there were no buttons. If he wasn't there, they would be stuck. She determined to steal one of those keys, and hoped one fit all.
'Hello, Mr Kelley, Mr Franklin,' Diane smiled at them
'Hi Diane, I feel lucky tonight. Who's the two new ones?' Mr Kelley asked.
'This is Jane, and Lizzie,' she said.
'Well, Jane, Diane knows our poison, and where we sit,' he briskly said, and made his way to a side alcove.
'They drink whiskey sours, and always sit over there, playing backgammon,' Diane said.
Jane nervously served them drinks, trying her best not to spill them. 'May I be of further assistance, sirs,' she respectfully asked.
They both sipped the drinks and sat back to look her over. 'Thank you, Jane. Just come back occasionally with a refill. Don't worry sweet thing, you'll soon get the hang of it,' Mr Kelley said.
Elizabeth kept a careful look out for Jane, and was relieved when she walked back to the bar. She also felt a shiver of excitement from being so exposed. The older two gentlemen showed little interest, though other guests boldly looked her over, increasing the thrill.
Standing before four men, with little covering her body, made her uneasy. 'How may I serve you this evening, sirs?' she asked.
The skirt was so short, the hem ended above the table level. Conscious of exposing her bare bottom when bending, she stood straight and still. She was relieved when they gave their orders, without a fuss, releasing her to walk back to the bar. The place was filling up, and they had to work quickly. Becoming used to the outfit let Elizabeth relax and get on with the job.
She bent over a table to pass a drink across, only then realising the mistake. She felt the skirt ride up to reveal her bottom.
'Very nice, Lizzie,' a man said.
She was bending between two seated men, and one of them ran his hand up an inner thigh. When she didn't protest the one to her left did the same. Their hands slid higher, and still she couldn't move away, or even say a word of disapproval. The sexual tension had been rising unnoticed by her while busy, and now she needed to exert control, she was lost in a tumult of arousal.
Elizabeth scanned the room for Diane, hoping for a rescue. Was this against the rules? Remembering Diane's instructions brought home how nebulous they were. What did, "within reason". mean? Should she draw the line when these two guys tried to finger fuck her? The body was imploring her to give in, while she agonised over what they were doing to her.
They each had a bare cheek, gently massaging it. Just standing between them, tingling all over, she couldn't avoid the others faces. They were smiling at her, recognising how much she was enjoying it. Wanting to tell them off for taking advantage, and not being able to, was frustrating.
'Having fun guys? Who's winning?' Diane asked.
The two hands slipped from her body, and Elizabeth sighed with relief.
'You need to get around more quickly, Lizzie,' Diane quietly said, letting the guys hear the admonishment.
'Sorry, Diane, I shouldn't have let them. . .' Elizabeth hesitantly spoke.
'No problem. I saw you needed help. You can let them pump your buns, for luck, as they call it. Maybe even accidently touch your breasts, but you need to keep yourself under control. Learn some set phrases, like, you're going to tip well, or do you feel lucky now, or whatever. Look them in the eye, letting them know that's your limit,' Diane advised.
'What is the limit?' Elizabeth asked, sounding worried.
'That's up to you. Having sex is taboo, and they all know that. You'll be thrown out,' Diane firmly stated.
'What if they try and finger me?' Elizabeth asked, thinking how vulnerable and compliant Jane was.
'As long as you don't mind, and its discreet, and it earns a big tip, go for it,' Diane chortled. She was thinking of her twenty percent of the tips.
Elizabeth looked shocked. At least it was her choice, but she would have to keep an eye on Jane. At least she had learnt of a way out of this place. If they were both taken over a games table, they would be free. She would have to be desperate to try that. Though, what a way to go, with a bang!
Serving at the tables, she found most were more interested in gambling than her. The guests were too used to scantily dressed servers to bother with them. Back again at the table where she had been molested, she again bent across the table to hand over a drink. She was waiting for it this time.
'Such a nice bottom will bring me luck,' the guest predictably said.
'I hope you win, sir, and give me a good tip,' she smiled.
The handsome older man added to the building arousal, by gently caressing her bottom. Elizabeth realised this place was bringing out an un-guessed at desire, to flaunt her body to strangers. This safe environment brought out an exhibitionist streak, she hadn't been aware of. A cheek was cupped in the palm of his hand, yet here, amongst these wealthy men, it seemed acceptable. Everyone around the table knew what he was up to, yet none of them took the slightest interest.
When she straightened up, his fingers were caught between both cheeks. Was this accidental, or did he plan it that way? Knowing it was against the rules to complain, and that she should find a way to handle him, she stood thinking what to do.
She looked at him, and he looked up at her. 'Don't you need both hands to play?' she smiled.
