Thank you Cindy for editing.
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In part one of this tale, a traveling businessman makes a quick stop in Las Vegas to sample its wares. Food and frolic, gambling and fun. By chance he met a distraught midwest woman whose husband was on a losing streak in the poker room. Desperate, she lost her pride and for the first time in her marriage strayed --- for a good reason she thought. To get her home with her drunk husband. He had other ideas.
Given the circumstances, I really don't know why I was so involved that day at the casino with Lisa, other than I was feeling somewhat guilty by what had happened that afternoon and the predicament she was in.
Simply stated, her husband was a jerk and addicted to gambling. He'd lost his stake, had too many free drinks, and insisted his wife find a way to get him the cash for one last game.
All she wanted was to get on the way home, back to her kids and job and everyday life. Unfortunately, they were basically tapped out in the cash department.
So what's it to me? Well, I was in town after working in San Francisco, taking advantage of an open jaw airline ticket and some earned comps from the casino for basically a free weekend. Better than that I'd made some serious money, by my standards, and was minding my business at a one-armed bandit when I started talking to the woman at the next machine.
Over the next couple hours we bonded, and we attempted to solve each other's problems. She got some cash for the trip home and I got a blow job in an industrial center a few miles from the strip.
Pretty simple, huh?
No, she wasn't a whore. But I guess she was one now. I mean, she took cash for sex. But in my mind I was just helping her out and she was finding a way to salvage a terrible trip to Sin City. Hey, it stays in Vegas, right?
Unfortunately, there was her husband. He, a worm of a man, who was addicted to poker and one table away from a big score. Or so he thought.
After our toe-curling escapade I was going to walk away from Lisa and her problems, but happened to see her stumble across her husband and I couldn't help waiting for the train wreck to occur.
I watched, wondered, worried and wanted to know what was going to happen next. I could tell they were in deep discussion and she was as mad as he was drunk. Soon, she walked away in a huff.
I caught up with her outside the women's room. She went in crying and when she came out, a long while later, she was at least composed. Not happy, but with a sad, resigned look.
She was more than surprised when she saw me.
"Couldn't help but see you two lovebirds, so thought I'd see what was up with Mr. Big," I said. "Is he always such a jerk."
The woman shook her head yes and I led her across the casino floor to some empty seats in Keno. I asked her for her favorite two numbers, added two of my own, and bought a cheap ticket that would last us for an hour or so.
She filled me on her husband's demands, how he was "this" close to winning. About how she needed to get some cash for his stake and how they would leave right after he won the game. What bullshit!
For the next twenty minutes we commiserated on the day, which she said that the highlight was having my dick in her mouth. She laughed at that. "Pretty bad when sucking cock is a highlight for a girl" said the woman, smiling. "You were pretty cute earlier."
I kidded back, "Well, excuse me. A lot of girls would love to suck this thing....but I am sure glad you and I got together earlier. That was the highlight of my year."
"Oh, better than the blind, dumb, nymphomaniacs?" jabbed the woman back at me. "Seriously, today with you has been very nice, and I actually enjoyed sucking your dick. That was so exciting. But now, damn, he's such an asshole."
We laughed then turned serious. "What are you going to do?" I asked.
She looked at me, lowering her eyes. "I don't think I have much choice if we want to get back home. He's going to be totally tapped out and we're going to be stuck here. I think I am going to get picked up and fucked for money. Become a whore. I hate him, but I love him. If I don't get him some cash, well, you don't know what he will do. I mean, he might do something really stupid."
We discussed the pros and cons, the danger, the cops and the front page of the local Gazette talking about the "Soccer Mom arrested for prostitution" story. How will that play when she's at her kids' school...if she could ever go back there again?.
"But what can I do? I can't let him rob a bank or something. He swears, one game today and then we go home, win or lose. I still have some cash hidden for gas, and we can sleep in the car or a flea bag motel I guess."
Looking at the woman, I saw her pain. She couldn't, shouldn't whore herself out. And although I knew that is what she did earlier today with me it's as if we were old friends. It was a perplexing situation. I mean, she blew me earlier in the day, sucked my dick off and I barely knew her. But on the other hand she wasn't, really a whore.
"How much cash does he need?" I asked.
"He said the buy in is $400. It's low stakes, but he thinks he can quadruple that in one game. He said he already knows a couple guys in the game and he knows their "tells" so he knows he could do okay."
I told her I had an idea. That it wasn't a great one, but it would be a good one that would get her and her husband out of his cash predicament and into the game. But it would be humiliating.
"What could be more humiliating than me soliciting sex from strangers at a casino?"
"Do you want to fuck me?" I asked as she looked at me, soaking in the question. "I will give you the $400, but here are the conditions. A good fuck. Just like that great blowjob earlier....and I want him in the room watching."
Lisa pulled back at the last request. "You're kidding? He'd never go for that. I think he wants me to get the money, but he doesn't want to know how. He wants to think maybe I didn't fuck for it. I think he wants me to trick a few guys out of the money without actually screwing them."
Explaining the deal, and the rules, I told her it was a way out for her. She could get the cash, he'd get in the game, and throughout the affair she'd humiliate her husband. "But I do want you to cum. I want you to perform, yes, but I really want to get you off."
Lisa demurely gazed her eyes to the ground, considering the offer. It wasn't a long thought, because she soon smiled and looked at me.
"We'll have to tie him up or something, because he will kick your ass otherwise. Can we do it in your room? You are checking out later, right? You could leave for the airport while he's still tied up, and I will take care of him while you escape. Because..."