My life had moved on from online gaming. I played occasionally but never risked being so exposed online again. I had a lucky escape that Rishi kept our escapade to each other.
I passed my exams receiving some of the highest scores in the district and I soon moved on to University.
At the end of my first year while all of my friends were going on Spring Break my parents had booked a luxury holiday. I had found a confidence in my sexuality and appearance while at University and I was dating Brian who was on my course.
My parents had booked an exclusive 5 star resort hotel in Dubai. I was allowed some freedom as a compromise and I had my own room next to my parents but I was told in no uncertain terms that I was not to leave the hotel premises. I enjoyed the first day in the spa receiving a massage and relaxing in the sauna. I kept seeing updates from my friends and their Spring Break exploits. I hated that Brian had also gone. He was repeatedly posting updates from the trip on his Instagram and he was constantly in pictures with his arm around other girls. I knew he was frustrated in our relationship as we had not had sex yet and I hated that he could not stay loyal to me and earn my womanhood. I switched off my phone so that I would no longer receive updates.
It had been a long hard first year and I needed this break for the longest time and I was able to finally enjoy and relax myself.
The exclusive surrounds of the hotel appealed to me more than anything. I was away from general society and I was able to enjoy the luxury of the exclusive surrounds. The fellow guests were all wealthy individuals and did not notice me much.
It was my third day in the hotel and I had to admit I missed going to parties or being with friends. It almost felt like too much rest and relaxation was worse than no rest and relaxation.
I was in the lobby of the hotel when I saw that the Casino on the top floor was putting on a show and a VIP event. I thought it would break up my holiday and it would be fun to be dressed up and play games. I was a gamer at heart and a casino was the ultimate place to game. It would also break up my week as it was something fun to do in the hotel.
I showered before slipping into my black dress, I checked myself out in the mirror and I was now able to appreciate my curves unlike before. I had my hair down in curls and I put on makeup. I liked my eyes to stand out and I used black mascara and a light eye shadow. I wore black lace panties and stockings with a garter belt. My bra was a thin lace bra. I felt so sexy wearing lace as it felt so good against my skin. I wore high heels to complete the outfit.
I twirled in front of the mirror before I made my way out. I was feeling confident as I headed to the Casino. It was a black tie event and I was happy with my choice of outfit as it helped me fit in. There were so many young beautiful women around the tables with a rich man's arm around them. I was different to these girls and I wanted to play rather than watch a rich man play.
I went to the blackjack table as I had played it before and I had a habit of winning. The table was full and it seemed to be a rich man's game as they were betting a lot of money. I only had $250 but I was confident of making more money by the end of the evening.
I had to wait for my turn and then a seat became available. I was sandwich between two men either side. I put my chips on the table when I heard the croupier who was acting snooty.
"It is a minimum $1,000 dollar bet." He said rather dismissively.
The old man to my left looked away in disgust as though he believed I was beneath him. I was nervous and a little shell-shocked in the moment. When I heard the man to my right say, "I will cover her bets. Deal her in." He took some chips from his large pile and added them to my collection.
"That should cover you for the next hour or so. Don't let them intimidate you," he had his hand on my knee as he leaned in to whisper in to my ear.
"Thank you. I am sorry for this. My name is Shanti by the way," I said trying to regain my composure. "My name is Hassan Khan. Don't apologise, just win." He had a smile as he said this and it relaxed me a little.
I had been dealt 2 cards and was on 16 and it was the worst number as the dealer was likely to beat it. I decided to take another card and I was bust. The croupier scoffed as I lost and the man to my left mumbled something like, "this is not a game for children." I was 20 and this comment made me slightly annoyed.
Hassan again put his hand on my knee to lean in again and said, "Do not worry. It was a tough call. Just play again."
"I am sorry. I am losing all your money," I said nervously. "Don't worry about it. That is my gift to you. Just play as you would with whatever you normally bet." He said trying to reassure me. How could he say it was a gift? The chips were more than $50,000.
I played my next hand as I normally would and I won. I won the next two hands after that. I had not realised but Hassan had kept his hand on my knee but I did not feel I could protest.
"You are doing really well. I should have given you more money to play with." Hassan said as his hand crept just under the hem of my skirt on my thigh. I was getting a thrill from winning and I rationalised that his hand was merely resting due to him always giving me advice and re-assuring me, it was something I had needed due to the intimidating people around the table.
The pre-planned show then started on the stage in front of us. I realised why so many men were here as it was a burlesque show. Women were on stage scantily clad and dancing. All the men were now looking at the stage and even my own eyes were drawn to the stage as I glanced at the stage. The lewd dances were getting me a little excited and as always happened in these circumstances my nipples would become erect and I could sense moistness on my nether lips.
Hassan kept playing his normal game and did not seem to notice what was happening on stage. If anything his eyes were on me more than anywhere else. His hand was still resting on my thigh and I wondered if he could feel the heat from my pussy.
As I became distracted by the show I lost a couple of hands. Once the show was over the croupier announced that this would be the last bet as the casino was now closing these tables.
I was $10,000 dollars down and I could not get the money back. I was still slightly buzzing and felt it was a little early to call it a night when Hassan offered, "I have a pack of cards in my room and a free bar. Do you want to continue playing?"
Hassan was around 6 foot 1 with a full head of hair that looked impeccable. He had a good build as though he worked out. He looked to be in his early 40's but I always found myself drawn to older men. But there was something about him that made me enjoy his company. He had a charisma, wit and charm that drew me to him.
He cashed out his chips as we walked to the elevator. "What floor are you on?" As I had not given him an answer he had presumed I was not interesting.
"Where is your room? I don't think I am done playing." I asked not wanting the night to end and making my answer clear.
He pressed the button for the penthouse without another word.
The penthouse was so amazing; it was bigger than most apartments. The views were breathtaking.