Chapter 8
The machines clink around the room and the slots spin with chimes all over.
I was invited to come out to a high end poker game tonight.
Well, I as in Pheobe was invited. I’d ended up at a bar earlier this evening and met a man who had extended the information to me for this place as his plus one. I’d agreed even though it’s risky.
I was curious. The need to see what they call the High Rollers was eating at me. Turns out it’s the whales that have so much money they blow millions on a single card game and then laugh about it. I shake my head as I loiter around the bar of the room while watching the people at the table.
The machines are loud but less so in this room than outside of it.
The back room is nothing more than a nearly empty area with a bar and a large table in the center with a dealer.
Around the table sit seven men. Some with women on their laps and others with women standing behind their chairs like ornaments.
The cards are being dealt at intervals and they play whatever they are playing. Looks like Texas Hold Em, but I’m not sure without moving closer. Several women in short and tight dresses sit at the bar with me like they are waiting for one of the men to notice them.
Have I been reduced to eye candy tonight? Maybe. I’m okay with that role as long as they don’t mind me killing them when the night is over. I almost laugh at my little joke, then I remember where I am. So I sip my drink the bartender handed me as I watch the men play the game.
Every thought in my mind is which man will get the pleasure of being at the end of my knife.
Probably the person who invited me in the first place.
Right now, he has some bimbo on his lap as she slips along his dick.
Pretty sure he has his cock buried inside of her right at the table.
She bounces slightly as he throws a card down on the table and then picks up another.
I do my best to hide my cringe behind the rim of my glass as she fakes a moan.
Right there in front of the entire table.
The men laugh like it’s the funniest shit in the world.
Hell, maybe they know how small the man’s dick is.
That might be funny. A small dick man making a woman like that moan. Yeah right.
“Don’t pay the bimbos any mind. They like the attention and the men like to wet their dicks while focusing on the game. A quick fuck to release the pressure, and then she gets a nice tip before disappearing. It’s women like you who get the goods at night. The money that really means something.”
A woman sits next to me at the bar and I look over to see her dressed in a silky long gown that’s gorgeous on her. Big breasts that are barely contained.
“I wasn’t worried. Just found it funny that such a small dick could make her moan.”
She truly laughs at my words and then lifts her glass in solute. “That’s a good one. Even better that he’s my husband.”
I nearly choke on my drink and glance over at her. Shit.
“Don’t worry. It’s true. His dick is micro status, but the money is worth it. I haven’t had to buy a damn thing in ten years. I get my dick from the pool boy and he gets his wet in those things.”
I’m positive that the shock traces my features for a moment before the laugh scrambles from my mouth and I offer her a smile.
“I like you. Pheobe. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Sharon. Wife of the little dick man over there. That bimbo is Vicky. She’s a regular here. A girl that gets paid like any of them. By pretending to get a good fuck from one or all of them. Just stay away from Harry over there. His shit is toxic.”
She points at the greasy-haired man opposite her husband.
“Don’t worry, I don’t want any of them. Your husband and I met at the bar I was drinking at earlier and he invited me to the casino to see what it’s all about. I have all the money I could ever need already.”
“Oh, I like you too. Get it, girl. Just be careful. There are some cut throat women in here tonight. You never want to come between their payday.”
I wave a dismissive hand. I’m not worried about these women. Their petty shit doesn’t affect me. Though now I’m not sure I can kill her asshole husband. Maybe the toxic piece of shit instead.
“They can have that shit.”
She nods and I offer her a smile. I don’t want to come between anyone and what they have going on here.
It’s their world and I’m just a guest. So when I say that, I honestly can walk away without choosing a single one of these men, and it does not bother me one bit.
I won’t take away the women’s lives because I want to kill the men.
“Enjoy, Pheobe. Bleed ‘em dry if ya can.”
She chuckles before leaving me to my drink and silence.
I smile into my drink because no matter what happens tonight, I could never bleed the men dry because they don’t hold the real money.
Their wives do. At least the ones that are married.
Those that aren’t, they still don’t control their funds most likely.
Not that I need it. I have money. I’m not here for that.
So when the casino mom takes care of her girls, I find the hustle refreshing.
Sharon is watching out for those here and she doesn’t give a single shit why I’m really here.
The women have a good thing going that works for them. And that’s perfectly fine with me.
I won’t get in between them and instead I will just leave for tonight after I finish my drink. This little world is refreshing and good to see that the women are safe in it. I don’t need anything here right now and I am actually feeling great about it.
That is until a beautiful woman walks through the velvet ropes in a deep red dress that sparkles as she moves.
Her handbag is black and her red bottom gold shoes on her feet are beautiful.
She has pitch black hair that matches the color of my soul.
She’s tall and with those heels, she is probably closer to six feet tall.
Her breasts are full and pushed up to the point it barely contains them in the tight dress of hers.
A real life Jessica Rabbit woman. I’m staring and I know that anyone looking my way would see right through my dress to the wet spot between my legs. She makes my mouth water as I wish to fuck her so badly.
Who is this woman?
She walks closer to me, and I stiffen in my seat. So fucking gorgeous. Her confident walk as she enters the High Roller area as if she owns the place. I want nothing more than to fuck this woman into the night. Hell, no telling if she even likes women. I just know I want her.
She approaches me at the bar and leans against the counter before ordering a drink from the bartender and then sliding a glance my way. I don’t bother saying anything, but I lean my back against the bar with my elbows propped up on the edge as I watch her from the corner of my eye.
“Haven’t seen you here before. New?”
“Not exactly. I was invited by one of the men, but didn’t plan on hanging around for long. That is until you walked through the ropes.”
“Oh, really. Not into the men, are we? Here for the women?”
She sips her drink and then offers me a smile. It’s dazzling. Her green eyes bore into mine and I can’t help but to feel the flutters inside my stomach as she studies me intently.
“Depends on if you are on that list.”
I respond to her, but only because I need to know if she will leave here with me tonight. She chuckles and takes another sip. Her body language is screaming that she is interested in everything I’m saying.
“It’s a possibility. But I don’t know you from the next bimbo. So why do you deserve my time?”
“Good question. I’m not your typical bimbo here. I have money. I don’t need anything from anyone. Except maybe time with you between my legs. That I need more than breath itself. Would you want to get on your knees for me, beautiful?”
I adopt my Mistress attitude and ask the question that has been swirling in my thoughts since she stepped into this very room. My world tilting on its axis as she swayed those sexy as fuck hips toward me.
She turns toward me and stands up before stepping closer to me. She grips my crossed legs and spreads them wider so she can step between them. When she leans closer to me, my lungs stop working and I freeze in place.
“That can be arranged. My name is Scarlett. What’s yours?”
“Pheobe.”
“Do you have a room here?” she asks me slowly.
I shake my head no. “Wasn’t planning on staying the night.”
“That’s okay. I have a room upstairs. How about we finish up our drinks and then retire for tonight?”
I nod and lick my lips before gripping her waist in my hands and leaning into her slowly so my mouth is pressed against the shell of her ear so only she can hear me.
“Fuck, you are going to be the end of me, aren’t you, Scarlett?”
“We will see now, won’t we?”
Scarlett. That name alone makes my clit throb. Visions of her covered in blood as I fuck her and she fucks me fill my mind. That deep red dress she’s wearing reminds me of my favorite crimson liquid and the thought makes me want to fucking cum right here and now.
I pick up my glass and down the rest of its contents before pushing her back away from me slightly and standing up next to her. Even with my heels, she is much taller than I am. I’m okay with that, but fuck if I don’t want to get on my knees right here and fucking eat her pussy just because I can.
Instead, I grab her around the waist and lead her from the area with confidence and desperation. I want to fuck this woman more than anyone I’ve ever been with. If that means that I blow my little murder plots to hell, then so be it. She’s mine and I won’t have it any other way tonight.
I will fuck the beautiful Scarlett repeatedly until the sun is high in the sky and my body crashes. Because this woman has taken something from me and I’m not sure I want to take it back.