Chapter 7

“I can’t believe we’re doing this, I mean I barely know you and we are about to go on a trip together,” Amanda says, not quite in hysterics but obviously a bit nervous.

“Yeah,” I give a soft chuckle before frowning as I come to a decision, “look, I doubt it really needs to be said but if you don’t want to go it's not too late to change your mind. I would be back Sunday and, if you're still interested, we could go out for lunch Monday. I didn’t exactly plan this,” I say, scoffing at the idea, “it was a spur of the moment decision. I already had it in my mind that I was going to Vegas this weekend; when I called you to see if you might like to go out, one thing led to another and I invited you to come with me. I’d still like you to come, I just don’t want you to think I’d be upset with you if you decided it was too early to go on a weekend trip with me.”

She looks up at me, an uncertain look on her face, like she's trying to discern my earnestness. After several seconds a shy smile alights upon her face, “you actually mean that. You wouldn’t be mad if I ditched you at the airport?”

I laugh, “not a chance, I wouldn’t want to pressure you into doing something that makes you so uncomfortable. Besides, you wouldn’t exactly be ditching me, I’m sure there are many beautiful women in Vegas who would be happy to be with an eligible bachelor such as I,” I joke, adopting an overly pompous accent. She laughs, punching me in the arm, surprisingly hard, before her more confident smile returns.

“Alright, I’ll go, but you better have gotten a room with two beds, mister, don’t be getting any ideas just because I’m spending the weekend with you. Oh, and how much is the room I’ll pay you for my half, it's bad enough I let you buy my plane ticket.”

“Uhh,” she shoots me a glare and I chuckle,” I got us two, adjoining, rooms. I wasn’t sure you’d be comfortable sharing a room. I thought about getting a two-room suite but the cheapest one was triple the price of one regular room so it just made more sense to go for two.”

“How much are they,” she asks.

“They’re only one-hundred and fifty a night, it’s no problem.”

She frowns for a moment, “if they’ll let us we can get one room with two beds, and I’ll pay half.” She shoots me a look that tells me I’d better not contradict her, and I honestly had no intention to. It wasn’t my intention behind inviting her, but when we gamble, which I’m positive we will, I plan on helping her win wherever I can. “Besides I’m sure you, being a professional gambler and all, will guide me to the right machines and make sure I don’t lose too much money when we’re gambling. That will more than make up for the cost of the room.” I look at her, a bit startled. It’s almost like the woman can read my mind.

It was a roughly five-hour trip after a thirty-minute stopover in Salt Lake City. Luckily there were no delays otherwise we might have been late to check-in at the hotel. After a quick Uber ride to the hotel, we arrived, I asked the receptionist to change the reservation from two, one bed, rooms to one, two bed, room. They seemed happy to oblige, and, after a couple of minutes checking in, we headed up to our room. “I was thinking after we settle in, we could go down and gamble for a couple of hours before getting an early dinner and maybe checking out a show. How’s that sound?”

Smiling, Amanda says, “Okay, just let me get changed really quick and we can head down,” before grabbing something out of her suitcase and heading into the bathroom.

She comes out ten minutes later dressed in a cute, red, half-sleeve dress, the skirt coming down just above her knees. It doesn’t look like she really did anything else aside from brushing out her hair a bit and maybe touching up her makeup, but she looks absolutely gorgeous. I stared for a moment before smiling and telling her exactly that. Giving me a bright smile she grabs her purse and heads for the door. “Wait,” I call out, “you probably shouldn’t bring your purse, just grab the amount you can afford to lose and take that with you that way you don’t have more money on hand to keep gambling if you lose that much. Plus you won’t have to worry about keeping track of your purse as we walk around. You might need your ID as well, they might card us plus if you win big they will ask for ID.” Nodding, she grabs her wallet out of her purse and takes out several twenty-dollar bills and her license. “Oh, here.” I take the extra keycard out of my pocket and hand it to her as she puts her money in a cute little pocket on the skirt of her dress. “In case we get separated or you need to come and get something from the room.”

We take the elevator down to the casino and walk around the slot machines exploring a bit. “So how do you pick which machine to sit at?”

“Well, usually I try to find the higher denomination machines because they have the best payout percentages. After that, I don’t know, I just get a sort of feeling about which machine is best and sit there. If I lose more than I’d like at that machine before receiving a good payout I’ll move on to another.” I tell her the truth without getting into too much detail on the “feeling” I get. Right now I’m using my intuition to find two machines that should payout well and are side by side. It doesn’t take long to find a row of ten-dollar machines that have two that feel like they will be successful. One of the machines gives off a bit of a stronger feeling than the other and, wanting her to have a good time, I lead her to that one and sit at the one next to it.

When she sees how much each bet costs she gives me a slightly apprehensive look. “I don’t think I brought enough money to bet this much for long.”

Not wanting her to be discouraged I say, “that’s okay, if these machines don’t pay off I’ll cover your losses and we can find different, slightly cheaper, machines.”

She frowns but nods and puts her money in, after nearly a dozen spins she only has about three spins left and shoots me another apprehensive look. Her next spin brings her into a little mini-game, which it seems most slot machines have these days, which nets her thirty credits, each worth ten dollars. She jumps up and down in her seat clapping and beaming her beautiful smile at me. I laugh, as she looks like a kid who was told they were going to a candy store. In those two hours, we both won several thousand dollars and she had one hand pay, where she had to show her ID and fill out a form before they paid her fifteen hundred dollars in cash, she was ecstatic. “Is this how it always feels,” she asks, a little high on the adrenaline of winning so much money.

I laugh, “yeah it can be exhilarating when your winning. Are you ready to go eat or were you wanting to play a little more?” I’d noticed her stomach growling for a bit now so I thought I’d ask.

“Yeah, my stomach’s been yelling at me for the last few minutes. What did you have in mind?”

“The hotel is supposed to have a really nice buffet, or if you’d rather I’m sure we could find a nice restaurant nearby. Given our winnings, I thought we might go to a more expensive place but most would likely require a reservation which I had forgotten about till now.”

“The buffet would be fine, after we eat, maybe we could play a little more. I’m having a lot of fun and, to be honest, I’d never gambled before today.”

“I’d love to, maybe we could try some blackjack or some of the higher limit slot machines. Not to mention other casinos, we could go for a walk and visit some of the others after we eat.”

“Oh, my father was in Vegas a couple of years ago and talked about this really cool gun range where they have hundreds of guns from different eras and video games, we should check that out tomorrow. I think they will even pick you up in a Hummer for free, and let you run over a car with a tank although that is probably really expensive.”

“That sounds like a lot of fun, I’ll look into that before we go to bed or in the morning after I get up.” We ask for directions to the buffet and go eat. As we eat we talk about random stuff, about her dad, the gun range, etc. Apparently, her dad owns the barbershop that she works at, he was one of the older gentlemen that were cutting hair when she was cutting mine.

When we finish eating, we head back into the casino and find the high roller machines with max bets of around two hundred dollars. The hundred dollar machines are similar to the machines we had been playing on earlier but each credit is worth one hundred dollars and you bet two credits with each spin. We get several five to ten credit wins before she gets a forty credit win and five minutes later I get a sixty credit win. We continue to play for another hour making nearly one thousand credits between the two of us. “I think we should go deposit this at the bank, I don’t know about you but I don’t want to be walking around with nearly one hundred grand between us. Then maybe we can go check out some of the other casinos nearby.”

“Yeah,” she lets out a slightly hysterical laugh, “I agree, I saw a Wells Fargo down the street when we were on our way in.” Hearing us one of the staff members tells us that the banks have closed already but that we can put our money in a safe deposit box at the cage. We both hold on to a couple thousand dollars, leaving the rest in a safe deposit box, and head on out to explore a bit. We’re staying at the Bellagio so we get to see the fountains spraying into the air as we leave, which is very beautiful. Walking north we stop in at a couple of different casinos, making a decent amount at each. Arriving at The Mirage, Amanda and I are just in time to watch the “volcano” erupt. It’s a pretty cool little show using light, water, and fire to, sometimes, look like actual lava bursts.

When we got in we play a bit of slots but decide to move on to blackjack for a bit. I’m not entirely sure how well my intuition will work on blackjack especially with both of us playing, plus I can’t win too much or it may look like I’m counting cards or something. “So, any advice on playing BlackJack,” Amanda asks as we sit down at a table.

“Ehh, I haven’t played a whole lot of BlackJack, I’ve watched some basic strategy videos though. The easiest thing I can tell you is to always split eights and aces. Other than that I can try to give you advice while we play, but I can’t be sure we’ll win. If we lose too much here we can always find something else to play.” Given the advice, I got from the videos I watched, the table I chose was a bit expensive but had the best odds. It paid out three to two on blackjacks, allowed double downs before and after splitting and the dealer stands on seventeen. The downside, or upside depending on how you look at it, was that the table minimum was one hundred dollars and each of the three such tables had at least three or four people at them. The previous game having finished just as we sat down I take out one thousand dollars and place it on the table, Amanda doing the same, and the dealer gives us both ten, one hundred dollar, chips.

We are the last two on the table and we both bet the minimum. As the cards start getting dealt my intuition kicks in, it isn’t quite the same as it is for slots but the sense is similar enough that I immediately know I should have a good hand. There isn’t a pull or build-up like there is in slots, so much as a feeling telling me what I should do combined with that slight elation that comes with winning. As my hand is dealt I find myself with a pair of aces, and Amanda starts with a blackjack right off the bat. Everyone at the table congratulates her and quickly moves on. The first guy busts, the second guy gets a nineteen and his wife/girlfriend gets an eighteen. Then it’s my turn, I split my aces, and get a ten on one and a king on the other. Apparently, that's not considered a natural blackjack so I only make two hundred dollars as opposed to three hundred off that hand. The slightly older couple sitting next to us is quite nice, noticing that Amanda and I are fairly new to BlackJack they give us occasional advice. We don’t win every hand, partially by design but mostly because it is nearly impossible to win every hand. I do use the insurance thing a couple of times, even though the basic strategy says not to, it allows me to break even when the dealer is showing an ace and I know I’m going to lose. I do it a couple of times when I know I’ll win so it doesn’t look like I’m counting cards. I don’t take every opportunity to double down, trying to follow what I remember of the basic strategy as much as possible while still winning when I can. Once I get the hang of it and build up a bit of a buffer I gradually increase my bets to one thousand dollars. After we had played several hands Amanda got the hang of it as well and only wanted me to help when she asked for it. She is making out pretty well for herself, not quite as well as me but she doesn’t have the advantage of my intuition skill. We play for nearly an hour and so far I’ve made just under fifty thousand dollars. I decide to go all-in on the last hand betting the maximum of ten grand and betting an additional one grand as the dealer's tip. I get an ace and a six, and the dealer is showing a four, so I double down on both our bets and receive a four for my last card getting a blackjack. I end up winning thirty thousand on that hand alone and essentially tip the dealer five thousand dollars. Amanda ended up winning her hand as well with an eighteen vs seventeen, but she only bet a grand so she doubled her bet. We end up leaving the table with about one hundred thousand dollars between us, having won just under eighty thousand myself.

We head to Treasure Island after cashing out, the casino was nice enough to wire the money to our bank accounts. However, we still had a lot of money on us from winning in the slots and they weren’t willing to take that money and wire it for us because it could look like money laundering. They were, however, nice enough to provide us with some bags to carry the money in. There were a couple of instances where I thought someone might try and pickpocket us but I make eye contact with the few people I see getting a little too close and they subtly back off. We spend two more hours at Treasure Island. At the first table we sit at we lose the first several hands; we end up breaking even before switching tables. We make out much better at the second table, making a little more there than we had at the mirage.

It’s getting a little late now so we decide to head back to our hotel. In her excitement, Amanda had given me several light hugs and kisses throughout the night. When we arrive back at our hotel room she jumps into my arms and gives me another kiss. Catching her by the waist I fall back onto her bed. Deepening the kiss as I wrap my arms around her, she starts lightly grinding her hips into me. My eyes widen in surprise, I lower one of the hands-on her back to lightly squeeze her tight little ass. She grinds her hips into me a little harder and lets out a soft moan. Taking this as consent, I sit up with her in my arms and lift her dress up and over her head. Tossing it to the side I wrap my arms around her, roll her onto her back, and continue kissing her. She seems to hesitate a second before getting back into it, grinding herself back up into me as I reach up and gently squeeze one of her breasts through her bra with one hand, unclipping it with the other. I start kissing my way down her neck to one of her breasts, taking one of her little pink nipples into my mouth while I gently fondle and tweak the other, drawing light gasps from her. As I switch attention from one nipple to the other I let my hand trail down her abdomen to gently cup her sex. She lets out another soft moan, grinding herself into my hand as I start to massage her through her panties, mmm she is so wet for me I can feel it through her underwear. My dick straining at the confines of my pants, I stop touching her long enough to unbutton and unzip my pants and tug them off enough that they fall to my ankles. I’m so focused on getting my pants off and getting back to her that I don’t immediately notice her freeze up at the sound of my pants unzipping. Kicking my pants off I go to start peeling her out of her panties when she says, “wait.”

So caught up in what I’m doing it takes a couple of seconds for what she said to register. I look up at her, confusion writ on my face, only to see a look of apprehension and fear in her eyes. “What's wrong, are you okay?” I lean toward her and look around the bed trying to figure out what might have upset her when I see her state of undress and my pants sitting over to my right. “I’m moving too fast,” I say, running my fingers through my hair, “sorry I got caught up in the moment and took things too far.” I pull away, trying to give her a little space.

“No, it's okay, I just… when I heard your pants unzip it cleared my head a little and I realized where this was heading. I’m… I’m not ready to go quite that far yet.” She blushes and looks down at herself in embarrassment.

I give her a guilty smile of reassurance, “It’s okay, I understand.” I reach over, grab my pants, and stand up to start putting them back on.

“Wait,” she sits up onto her knees, “um… I’m okay to keep going, I’m just not quite ready to go quite as far as we were about to go.” Crawling to the edge of the bed she reaches out and gently squeezes me through my underwear. I had started softening but with her touch, I’m almost immediately hard again. Reaching into my underwear she fishes my cock out. I’m not huge, by any means, but I’m slightly above average at six and a half inches, not that I’ve ever measured…

She gently strokes me for several seconds before looking up at me, and blushing, before leaning down to take me into her mouth. I gasp out a breath as I feel her mouth encompass the head of my cock, her tongue gently twirling around it in circles. I run my fingers through her hair, placing my hand behind her head. She starts taking me deeper, and as I feel my cock approaching her throat I gently pull her hair back guiding her toward what I like. I’ve never cared for gagging/choking sounds during a blowjob so I try to keep her from taking me too far in. She looks up into my eyes, and I feel her lips turn up slightly in one I’d guess is a smile, a slight blush on her face, as she continues to work me into her mouth. Her tongue never stops moving, as she takes me deeper she runs it side to side on the bottom of my cock before twirling it around the head on the backstroke. I see her cute little ass, sticking up behind her and waving side to side, like a cat shaking its tail, while she sucks me off. I lean forward and squeeze one of her butt cheeks, her ass isn’t huge but it is full and well defined, having the perfect amount of give as I fondle it. I don’t end up lasting too long in her mouth, after about two minutes I call out to her to let her know I’m gonna cum soon. She surprises me by taking me down even deeper than I would let her before. I’m not quite long enough to enter her throat but I’m long enough to get just past the entrance and can feel her gentle swallowing motions squeezing my cock. She seems to feel my cock start to swell a little further and pulls out to just the tip, twirling her tongue around the head while I fill her mouth with cum. She smiles up at me as she takes it out of her mouth, her throat moving as she swallows my seed. She gently milks the last little bit out with her hand while licking me clean.

Sitting up, she smiles at me like the cat who ate the canary, the only thing missing is the soft purring sound. I smile back, “that was incredible.” I lean in and take her into my arms, kissing her again, I lay her back on the bed. Kissing up her jaw to her ear I whisper breathily, “do you mind if I return the favor,” before pulling my head back to ensure the seriousness of my question. Blushing, she nods enthusiastically. Deciding to tease her a bit I lean in and give her another peck on the lips before saying, “I’m afraid I’ll need verbal confirmation to continue.”

Blushing even deeper she says, “yes, you can.”

“I can what?”

Catching on, she gives me a smirk while still blushing, and says, “yes, you can return the favor and lick me till I cum.”

A bit surprised but far from disappointed I smile and comply. I start kissing her again, taking her hands in mine I lift hers above her head as I kiss down her neck and start to work her breasts with my tongue again. Licking around her nipples and down to the underside of her boobs, I let my teeth lightly graze her flesh. Kissing my way down her abdomen, she has very firm abs, not quite a six-pack but she’s definitely keeping in shape. I gently lick her little belly button, it barely qualifies as an inny. I release her hands to gently fondle her breasts while I continue to work my way lower. As I get further down she lets her legs part, granting me access. I smile up at her as I lightly kiss her sex through her wet panties. Keeping eye contact I start to tease her panties down, she thrusts her hips to get them out from under her sexy little butt. I slowly follow her panties down one of her legs trailing kisses behind them. The entire time, she is mewling softly in pleasure. Taking them off I close her legs and she lets out a soft gasp as I gently graze my teeth along the sole of her left foot, from heel to toe. kissing each toe from her left foot to her right. She lets out another gasp as I graze my teeth back down her right foot and slowly spread her legs open as I work my way back to her sex. As I work my way closer I get my first quick glimpse of her pussy and see her wet pink lips parting as I spread her legs further. I tease her a bit further by kissing and licking around her sex before burying my tongue in her vagina and drawing it back out and up to gently flick her clit. Then I purse my lips over her clit letting it rest against my tongue and gently suck, the suction causing it to slightly rub against my tongue as she grinds up into my mouth. It doesn’t take long for her to start shuddering in a small orgasm. Her pussy is incredibly wet now, I gently ease a finger inside her, and as she relaxes after cumming I gently push down, as she tightens I ease up and slide a second finger in. As I get into a rhythm of gently fingering her, I reach up with my other hand and, with a finger on either side of her clit, I squeeze her outer lips together and stroke her clit while gently fingering her tight little pussy. After a couple of minutes, switching it up here and there, she starts to cum again this time far more intensely. Even going so far as to squirt a little.

As she comes down from her orgasm I climb back on top of her for another kiss before laying down next to her. We talk a bit more before she quickly falls asleep. I’m about to fall asleep as well when I remember our money. I go grab the bags, put them in the room safe, and then climb back into bed with her passing out soon after.