The story is fictional, and mostly non erotic, Key word mostly, there is mentioning of sexual acts, adult language, and nudity. Any person mentioned in the story is fictional as well, any resemblances with real persons are purely coincidental, some locations mentioned in the story do exist, the gold mine is fictional, or is it? I have no way of verifying or denying its actual existence. Its location is undisclosed at any rate. All places mentioned do exist or the did when I vacationed there many years ago. The fictional characters in this story do not encounter anyone under the age of eighteen at any time.
A lifetime of hard work suddenly pays off.
Everyone where I worked called me the Sasquatch, or just Sas for short. There are more than a few reasons for my nickname. First off when my mother first saw me when I was born, she said oh what a beautiful hairy little Teddy bear.
Skip forward 40 years I have a 50-inch chest, wear size eighteen triple wide boots, I stand 7 feet 4 inches tall, and can easily change a light bulb recessed in a 10 ft ceiling while standing flat footed. I have huge hands with long thick fingers. When I spread my hands out on a table over a standard 12inch dinner plate I can pick it up with my thumb and little finger by reaching over the rim. I wear 36w50L jeans. My eyes are cobalt blue, and my hair is ebony. The only thing is my hair covers 97 percent of my body, as thick and long as the fur on a Grizzly bear. The specialists call it hypertrichosis.
Anyway, enough about my Bio for now. When I turned eighteen, I followed my father's footsteps and went to work in a hard rock gold mine, where I still work to this day. The only difference is I own the gold mine now and have for the past 5 years after sitting in on a high stakes' poker game with the mine boss. And the claim owners.
I guess you may be wondering how a mere laborer who spends all day drilling deep holes in the rock face to set explosive charges in could ever afford to sit in on a high stakes' poker game in the first place. It's not particularly difficult really, aside from getting paid a nice high salary which I hardly ever spent much of. My extra pay as an explosive's expert, our yearly bonuses. It is always hot deep in the mine. Most of us worked without our shirts, against the safety regulations but those pussy safety Nazi's rarely if ever ventured as deep into the mine as we were blasting.
At the end of our shifts, we would wipe off some of the dust, put our shirts and safety vests on, ride the elevator up then go home. After blasting all day as you might suspect a lot of dust would get trapped in my body hair with my sweat. At home I own a Royal concentrate table and I have a trap well built into the floor of my shower. My nightly showers as you can imagine were hours long, rubbing, scrubbing, and combing every particle of dust out of my hair. All of the water entered the trap well with the series of conical shaped filter baffles before exiting down the drain. On top of the gold, I captured from my daily rigorous shower activities I washed my clothes in an ultrasonic washing machine of my own design. No detergent was required to remove the dirt and grime or my sweat.
I owned 60 acres of lightly forested land on the rocky slopes of a mountain in Colorado. The same mountain where the gold mine is located, where I work. The mining company owns all of the mineral rights. Even if I were to find gold on my property the company would take it from me. But what they don't know about the gold recovery from my body and clothes might someday make me rich enough to own my own mining operation. I built my house, I call it the steel cabin, out of high cube shipping containers, by cutting sections of the sides out of them then welding them together. Two small 20 ft long containers are welded together and buried under the ones above ground.
The buried containers are where I keep my gold. I have 2 access entries to what I call mini-Knox. One is a 200 ft long tunnel carved out of the solid bedrock which connects to an old, abandoned mine entrance dating back to the 1860s. The other entrance is the only one ever used because I have it located in the floor of the Linen closet of my bathroom. What better place to hide a trap door entrance? If someone were to figure out how to break into my steel cabin and discover a trail of water leading from the shower to the linen closet, they would just thing the hairy bastard would go there to grab a towel. The chances of them ever figuring out the combination of which switches to turn on and off, or how many times this switch or that switch needed to be cycled before the floor would raise, scrunching the shelves above like the bellows of an accordion, to reveal the elevator platform to lower them into my mini-Knox. Are extremely unlikely.
Some nights I would garner nearly an ounce of micro fine particles of gold dust, sometimes even more than that. Over a 15-year period including my salary and bonuses I amassed nearly 6000 ounces of the stuff. I melted into bars every time my container was full.
The company paid us in one ounce and half ounce bars or in small jars filled with gold. So, it would not be all that unusual for any company employee to have some gold in their possession. Most of us bought everything we needed by charging it against our salaries at the store owned by the company so there was never a real need for cash, but you could exchange your gold for cash at the store.
The night of the poker game I brought three hundred of my 1-pound gold bars stacked on a cart beside me.
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Ben, what the fuck is the Sas. Doing sitting in on our monthly game?
Big John said he wanted to learn how to play the game Charlie.
How the fuck does he have over nine million in bars beside him. We surely don't pay him that much.
Why don't you ask him yourself Charlie.
Gentlemen, if it is a problem, my being here in your private little game I'll just get up and leave. Maybe haul my gold over to the craps table I'm really good at craps, and blackjack. And I mean really good.
OK, fuck it you can stay.
John had never shot craps or played Blackjack in his life, he had played poker many times but never at this casino and not in this city, but he figured if he laid it on as being a big-time player of those games it would steer the conversation away from how he had managed to have several million dollars' worth of gold bars at his feet.
At the start of the game John bought 50 bars worth of chips while the other 6 players bought their chips with credit or debit cards.
Sasquatch why don't you put your money in a bank and get a debit of credit card like normal people? Then you wouldn't have to haul a truck load of gold around with you?
Trying not to let on how much he hated being called Sasquatch, John kept his tongue as civil as he could.
MR, Charlie, if it is all the same to you, it is nobody's business knowing how much I have or don't have in my checking account. I prefer to know I can pay my debts. It is too easy to write a check when the balance won't cover it or for a bank to fail, or the government just decide you can only keep so much money in a given account or just decide to take your money away from you by changing a decimal place in a computer.
OK John, you do you and the rest of the world will do it our way. I'll explain the winning hands just this once the weakest hand is a single high card then 1 pair, 2 pair 3of a kind straight, a straight is where your cards are all in sequence such as 1,2,3,4,5 the Ace can either be a 1 or it can be the highest card, then there is the flush meaning all cards are the same as in Hearts, clubs, diamonds and Spades. Next is full house that is 1 pair and 3 of a kind, next 4 of a kind Straight-flush and finally the royal flush. The ranking of the suits goes like this. Clubs, workers, Diamonds the merchants, Hearts, Clergy or advisors, Spades, Nobility, Got it?
I think so sir.
Good just follow everyone's lead for the first few hands. We'll try and keep it friendly for a while. This way you won't lose all your money in the first hour.
Would any of you gentlemen care for anything to drink? How about you sir? Isn't that fur coat terribly hot?
It is at times honey, but other times it has its advantages if you know what I mean. I'll have a double Jamison's neat.
That sounds good, double Jamison's all the way around. And sweetheart could you bring each of us a box of house chips.
Yes sir,
John was thinking, these poor fools don't know what they are getting into. I outweigh all of them by at least 200 pounds, and I bet Mr. Charlie wouldn't weigh 150 soaking wet in a wool suit.
OK gentlemen for the first 5 rounds how about the set the bet limit to 100 dollars. Just to let Sas. Get the feel of the game.
Big John the Sasquatch lost all 5 of the first hands, but just barely. He was feeling out the other players as much as they were trying to get a feel for his ability to play the game.
MR, Charlie, I think I have the game figured out now. You don't have to pussy foot around with me anymore.
One more hand John then we bring out the big guns, I'm looking forward to wheeling that pile of your gold home with me tonight.
John won that hand with a low straight.
I don't know about the rest of you but I'm ready for another drink.
Sweetheart, bring us a double shot White over-proof rum and a bottle of Brewmeister Snake venom chaser.
God Damned that fucking beer was a strong as the fucking rum.
Sorry Charlie, but I happen to like the flavor. Tell you what you can buy the next round if you are going to pussy out on what I like to buy for us to drink.
