BREAKING BACK OUT,
The Origin of Uncle
PART I
My live-in girlfriend, of only two years, had always said she'd love to move back to Los Angeles and I'd always said I'd love it if she'd move back to LA or simply out of my house, I didn't care! So when she finally kept her promise, I was ecstatic, but I needed to complete one last act that would severe the dangling limb that had been our Titanic-like relationship.
My best friends had often talked about spending a few mindless hours at one of the many Indian casinos in the area, but I wasn't into gambling and had never spent a dime or moment inside of one.
I thought about that fact. I'd never been to an Indian casino, but I needed a certain break from reality and I didn't think I could do it in a familiar setting so the next thing I knew, I was on the freeway and following my GPS to an Indian casino a couple of counties away.
A few miles before the casino, I spotted an adult toy store and thought I'd pick up a few new toys to try. I walked into a set of mantrap doors which led into a typical shop with various types of toys grouped together and hanging from huge peg boards. Despite a few cars in the parking lot, the place was empty except for the clerk. There was nothing there that I was unfamiliar with so it was only a matter of figuring out what I was in the mood for and how I might find it.
The clerk was a cute, Goth girl (in her late twenties), with a few tattoos and piercings but not excessive for my taste. She had on a pair of combat boots and a short shirt with a midriff-exposing black tank top (her pierced nipples were clearly and proudly showing through), topped off with a Joan Jett haircut.
I slowly walked along the wall, studying the various devices and letting my mind wander until I got to the butt plug section and saw something new...a chrome butt plug with a large crystal on the end. I looked around to see if I could spot a panty section and found it further down the wall so I began gathering the items I needed (two chrome butt plugs with gem caps of different sizes, two packages of panties in two different sizes, an inexpensive blindfold, a small Rocket vibrator) and as I was about to select a dildo when I noticed I could get a doubled headed one for about the same price.
"You never know," I said to myself.
Lastly, I noticed a vibrating egg that worked off of a wireless remote or a cell phone app. It was a little pricey, but it had so many possibilities that I couldn't resist. I walked to, and placed my selections on, the counter and the Goth cashier looked at them and let out a small sigh.
"This looks like it's going to be quite a party," she said.
"I'm playing it by ear, but it'll be fun one way or the other. I have a few days to kill," I replied.
"If you're looking for new friends, you can call me and my boyfriend. We like making new friends."
I looked directly at her, studied her face to make sure I understood what she was saying and then she winked at me.
"I get off at ten and I'm off for the next two nights. I'm Alicia. Call me here during the afternoon, if you're interested," she chuckled.
She finished ringing up my new toys as I grabbed a handful of condoms and lube from the bowl next to the register and threw them into the pile, handed her some cash and her chuckle was cut short when she saw the money.
"Keep the change so you remember me," I said.
As I started to walk out of the door, she called out to me.
"Hey!"
As I turned around to face her, she pulled her T-shirt up and let me have a nice, long look at her breasts.
"So you can remember me!"
She blew me a kiss, I gave her a wink and was out of the door.
After arriving at the casino and parking my car myself (I had visions of the valet taking my Ford out for a Ferris Bueller-like joy ride), I entered the lobby and slowly examined the new surroundings. It was plush, but overly lit and there was the din of quarters dropping into slot machine trays and people who were excited over the thought of how much laundry four hundred quarters would cover.
I checked-out the various games and decided I'd start with a little blackjack. I'd always been fairly good and I knew a few professional tricks that would improve my odds. I sat down at an empty five dollar minimum table, placed my bag of toys on my lap, peeled out ten twenties and the dealer gave me my chips. I placed three ten dollar bets, watched the dealer deliver my cards and looked at them.
Hand one was eleven, hand two was eighteen and hand three was nine. I took one card for hand one and was rewarded with a ten. I stood on the eighteen and took a six on the nine, after which I indicated I was good. The dealer turned over her cards, one by one, until she was busted. I had three winning hands and one was a twenty-one! I was already winning! After a couple of hours, I'd been was really winning so I felt it was time to take my winnings and move on. I tipped my dealer, cashed out, made my way to the cocktail lounge and sat at the bar.
As I nursed my drink at the bar, I scanned the other patrons of the establishment through the mirror mounted behind the bar. I saw a few couples and a couple of groups of people, but sitting in a dark booth, by herself, was an attractive, dark-haired woman with Asian-Pacific features. 'She's in a booth and probably waiting for a girlfriend or her husband. She could be the mom of a teenager and I'd still have twenty years on her', I thought. Towards the bottom of my second beer, I noticed she was still alone and had barely touched her drink so I beckoned the bartender.
"That woman over there. How long has she been sitting there?"
"Over an hour," he replied.
"Is she alone?"
"So far."
"I'd like to send her a drink."
When the blonde waitress delivered the drink, I managed to catch her eye in the mirror and gave her a slight nod of approval. I wasn't sure whether or not I'd detected a subtle invitation to join her until the bartender returned.
"She asked if you'd join her."
I gave him my credit card.
"Would you get me a room if I give you the signal?"
"Sure."
I got a fresh beer and crossed the room to her table.
"May I join you?"
