The Casino Ch 02

- Alcide -

I'm standing in front of the window with a glass of whiskey in hand, lost in thought and staring into the nightscape of the city. Business has been slowly dwindling in this area for some time which is the reason for my visit. I suspect another player is slowly eating up my territory and I'm curious to see if he is bold or stupid enough to expose himself while I'm here. They cannot be big enough yet to have their own financial operation set up, so my guess would be they are smurfing the money at least in part via the casino. It is easy enough, you come in with a few thousands in cash, play for a bit, you win some, you lose some, and at the end of the night you have your money transferred to your bank account where it is marked as casino winnings, thus honestly "earned". It is not hard to spot them if you know what to look for, but the casinos don't care, after all the more hands that are being played, the more money the casino makes, the house always wins.

It's just a tedious task, spending days in the casino talking to my connections, dragging up the net to see what comes up. I'm gonna need a diversion and that dealer that I bumped into could be just the thing. I know I shouldn't, it's not smart, our worlds don't exactly mix. But there was something about her, the way she reacted to me. Besides, what harm can it do to have Marco follow her and collect some information. I can always decide what to do with her later.

A knock on the door brings me out of my thoughts and I hear Marco's voice as he is entering, "Got something for you boss," and behind him the dealer steps hesitantly into the room. I throw a questioning look at him and he has the decency to look a bit guilty. Had it been anybody else they would have had a problem but Marco and I go way back so he gets more leeway than the others.

I can't believe she is here, standing in my hotel room. Slowly my eyes glide over her long shapely legs, hips with an enticing curve, a party dress with one of the shoulders ripped, showing her breasts off, her gracious neck, luscious lips and a defiant pair of eyes staring back at me.

"You changed your mind about that drink?" I ask her with humour in my voice.

A small laugh escapes from her mouth but her eyes dart to the door. Is she considering her escape options? I almost wish she would make a run for it, it would be fun to chase her.

"Anything else I can do for you boss?" Marco asks.

"No, I think you have done enough for tonight," I reply, still surprised at the turn of events, "take the rest of the night off, will you, we'll talk in the morning," I say, letting him know he is not off the hook yet.

My eyes shoot to the bruise that is forming on her shoulder. "You should put some ice on that," I say to her as I wrap some in a towel and hand it to her, "Here, hold this against it, it should help with the bruising.

It wasn't Marco right?" I ask her as I take one of the seats at the bar. Not that it would be the worst offence he ever committed or that I would care, but apologies are cheap, especially on other people's behalf.

"It was someone else," she lets him off the hook. "To be honest, I'm not sure why I agreed to come here..." she replies nervously.

"Sure you do," I say as I hold her gaze, "it looks like you could use a drink" I add to soften the tension, giving her a wink, "What's your poison?" I ask.

"Oh, eh, whatever you're drinking is fine," she says as she decides to take the other seat at the bar. I pour her a glass and top myself up.

"Tell me what happened," I ask her casually.

"I guess I was just at the wrong place at the wrong time," she shrugs, keeping it vague, "The professional hazard of working in a casino, you tend to run into people with money that are used to getting what they want and won't take no for an answer" she says to me with a small smile on her face.

"So I'm just another rich asshole that always gets his way? I put a hurt look on my face. This seems to amuse her and her laugh lights up the room.

"Do you deny it?" she dares me with her eyes.

"I don't need money to get what I want," I warn her darkly, ignoring her deeper observation that hits home. Truth is, it has been a long time since I considered what anybody else wants.

"I saw you don't need it when you lost it earlier without blinking an eye, it didn't seem to hold any value to you. Which makes me wonder, why did you stick around?" she replies.

"Frequent business travel sounds glamorous but it gets boring," I confess, "Besides, I have wanted to improve my game for a while now. Whenever I play at home with my cousins I keep losing, it's embarrassing and I thought I could pick up a few tricks from the local players." Not one lie told I think to myself smugly.

She shivers and a waterdrop of the melting ice runs down her shoulder between her breasts pulling my gaze with them. "Let me see your shoulder," I change the topic and I stand to move behind her. I collect her hair in my hands and move it from one side to the other wrapping it around my hand and softly pulling it to gauge her reaction, she tenses up deliciously which causes my cock to spring to attention. I let go of her hair and continue to inspect her shoulder, "looks good," I conclude innocently.

She downs the rest of her drink and calls it, "I really should get going, it's getting late," and she stands up to leave, but before she can, I lean forward, pinning her body against the bar, placing an arm on either side.

"Not so fast." I rasp, standing close and feeling her against me, I push my length against her, making her feel it. She turns her head and looks back in alarm. "You didn't get what you came here for yet," I let her know.

"I came for a drink, not this!" She replies angrily now with fire in her eyes. But we both know she gave away her power the moment she stepped into the room and now she has to deal with it.

Placing a hand over her neck, I move to growl in her ear, "Don't lie to me, you came to get fucked... Sophie." My other hand moves down to hitch up her dress and I slide it in her knickers. She is already wet, I move slowly up and down with my fingers, exploring her pussy and a small whimper escapes her lips.

"Please, stop..." she pleads now, choking on her words. She feels the threat of my cock grinding against her bare ass while my hand is working her. A moan escapes her lips and I feel her entrance growing slicker. Moving a hand to her back I push her forward over the bar and position myself, I wait a moment and slam home with a loud groan and pleasure surges through me.

"Oh fuck," she pants, desire audible in her voice and arching into me. My hands tighten their grip and I start a brutal pace assaulting her. Her breath is coming in fast and shallow. She doesn't want to but I feel she is enjoying it, her body on edge, the moans that escape her mouth.

She lets out a pained sound of defeat as her climax is crashing over her and I feel her convulsing. This put me over the edge in turn and with a few intense thrusts I let go and come inside her from a place deep within.

I look down at her with a smile on my face and a wave of relaxation hits me, she looks dazed in front of her, out of it. Moving a bit back I slide out of her and then move to slide her panties all the way down her long legs instead of just to the side like I did before. She turns around trying to stop me but it's pointless, I'm much stronger. My hand brushes over her back and stops at the ripped part of her dress, grabbing the two sides I give it a strong pull causing it to rip completely.

"What the fuck, I need my clothes to get home," she protests and she blinks fast trying to keep her emotions in check.

I gently lift her face with my hand so she is looking at me, "I'll get you new ones tomorrow ok," I promise and I feel the strange urge to comfort her, let her know it will be alright. Instead I throw her over my shoulder and walk us to the bedroom of the suite. I place her on it and crawl next to her under the covers, engulfing her with my body when I spoon her, wrapping my arms around her and trapping her while falling in the first restful sleep I had in ages.

- Sophie -

A dull pain in my head wakes me up, I'm thirsty and sore. Slowly the events of last night come back to me and I realise I'm alone in bed in his room. The door is slightly ajar and I hear two voices softly in an argument behind it.

"I'm telling you, I did her a favour by giving her a ride! It was that guy from the casino, the sour loser from your table, I swear." Marco defends.

"But he's one of our suspects, what if they are working together? You shouldn't have brought her here until we knew more!" Alcide scolds.

"Maybe you shouldn't have..." he starts but his voice drops off and a loaded silence falls.

"Maybe I shouldn't have what?" he says dangerously.

"Nothing, never mind, it's just, we don't want to draw attention to ourselves too much, what if she starts talking? Our ties are not as strong here as back home."

"Just grab some breakfast and clothes in her size. Something a bit more classy than that dress of last night. I'll see what information I can get out of her." he ends the conversation and I hear footsteps moving in my direction.

I need a place to hide quickly and thankfully there is a bathroom attached. With 3 steps I'm inside, lock the door and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My makeup is smudged, my hair looks wild and there is a strange glow on me I do not recognize. I know I can't hide forever but I don't want to face him just yet.

His fists are bumping on the door and his voice follows, "Sophie?"

"Yes, I just need a few minutes ok?" I reply.

"Don't take too long." he grumbles and he seems to be moving away again.

Taking a deep breath I continue to look at myself. I look like a mess and am tempted to leave it like this, see how he takes it. But the shower looks too inviting and my sore muscles convince me to give in. After standing under the stream of hot water for some time I start to feel human again. I'm pretty sure I don't want to get involved in whatever they are into but how do I get out? Having heard their conversation just gave me an advantage though, I should play along, for now... The towels are fluffy and I wrap one around me in a dress like fashion, it's better than nothing.

When I walk into the room he is sitting on one of the couches with a coffee and laptop next to him. Is that a spreadsheet that I see open on the screen before he shuts it? His hair is ruffled and somehow he looks even better than yesterday, less formal and more relaxed. When I see the coffee I decide to make some for myself and plop down on the other end of the couch.

"Isn't it a bit early for spreadsheets? I ask him, keeping my voice playful.

He barks a laugh, "Something I should have done last night but I got distracted," he quips. Not really the type for small talk he decides to dive right into it, "Before Marco gave you a ride yesterday you had a disagreement, what was it about?"

I try to look surprised, "I wouldn't call it a disagreement, he was just upset he lost money," but his eyes tell me he is looking for something more, he is looking for something in the casino I realize, so I continue, "Jacob normally plays quite tight, comes in with a lot of money and leaves with it," I elaborate, he nods, encouraging me to continue, "But last month he has been taking more risks, maybe he took a bad poker seminar? I don't know, he is just not taking it well and I don't think he gets that correlation isn't the same as causation," I finish.

"Come here," he grumbles and he grabs one of my legs and pulls it over his lap so I'm forced to sit on him in a straddling position, his eyes are suddenly level and he is staring hard. "Do you see him outside of the casino?"

"I don't see guests outside of the casino, it's not allowed," I let him know and push on his chest while trying to move back but his hands have an iron grip on my legs moving me closer to him and I feel he is getting hard.

"You saw him and me both yesterday, seems like you break the rules a lot," he looks at me with a challenge in his eyes while his hands move slowly up my thighs and rest under the towel that is hitching up high. "You're playing a dangerous game, you know that right?" he whispers in my ear and his hands move up, undoing the towel and leaving me naked on top of him. "If you fuck me over, there will be consequences," he let's me know and he painfully twists one of my nipples.

I punch him in his chest, "Seems to me I'm the one getting fucked over by you," I fume to which he has the audacity to laugh.

"You're cute when you're angry," he adds fuel to the fire and then he pulls me closer for a kiss. His tongue is exploring my mouth while the stubble on his chin is scraping my skin. When I manage to pull back he says, "You can probably help me find what I'm looking for, wanna work for me?"

My eyes grow big, I most definitely do not. He kisses my neck and softly bites it roaming his hands over my body and I can't help but start to grind on his cock in arousal. He lifts me to the side and moves between my legs, spreading them with his hands.

"Tell me you want to," he threatens as he looks me in the eyes and with his tongue he opens me up. He starts to nibble and lick insistently and I feel the tension inside me starting to build higher and higher.

"I want you," I pant as I arch into him and he continues to hungrily go after my clit, circling it and I struggle to not go over the edge. He moves his hand to my wet entrance and pushes two fingers inside while rubbing my nub.

"Not good enough," he continues his assault, "Be mine," he groans.

It all becomes too much and I can't take it anymore when my body starts to pulse in climax, "I'm yours," I give in while moaning loudly. His cock is pushing inside me and his thumb is finding its way to my clit. When I see his Cheshire-cat-grin a shiver runs down my spine, there is no escaping anymore.