Joe was feeling lucky. He had $400 to drop at any casino table of his choice. The colorful lights inside the casino blinked and spun and lit up the entire floor. The bells of the video poker machines chimed. He stopped at a poker machine, and on the first try he won $5. On the second, $10. A beautiful blonde holding a serving tray approached him.
"Good evening," she smiled and flipped her long hair. "What can I get you to drink?" Her red lips were plump like berries. Her slinky black dress hugged every curve or her body. Her blue eyes captured and held his.
"Can I get a scotch and Seven?" he asked.
"Absolutely." As she sashayed away, he watched how the hemline of her dress swished to and fro, almost revealing her ass cheeks. He felt lucky, indeed. He kept playing the poker slots until she returned.
He placed the $10 bill on her tray to cover the drink and the tip then took the class. He lifted it up toward her and said, "Cheers!" She smiled and said cheers back. Then she walked away toward the slot machines.
He walked the floor and found the blackjack tables, the hallway to the poker tables, and one of the many small bars located throughout the casino. Small groups and couples sat at the tables, but all the bar stools were open except one. An attractive lady sitting by herself at the bar chatted with the bartender. She had long wavy brown hair and was laughing with her whole body. She reminded him of someone, but this lady was far more sensual. He circled back to the poker table and waited to get a seat. Many of the customers at the poker table seemed so comfortable that they must be regulars. Although he would normally feel intimidated, he was glad to have cash that, if he lost it all, it didn't matter. He was treating himself out of nostalgia for his exhilarating past, the one when he visited the casino often and enjoyed the thrill of winning.
Finally, in a seat to the left of the dealer, he put out his blinds and waited for his two cards. A suited Jack-Ace. It would be hard to go wrong with a hand like that. Then, the flop. The two of hearts, a five of spades, and an eight of clubs. He tried not to look disheartened because he didn't feel so lucky anymore. He bet 10 on the flop. Two players folded and two called his bet. He didn't have to show his cards. On the turn, the dealer laid down an ace of hearts. He checked. The first player checked and the second raised to 20. Joe called the bet, then the second player folded. He was left with one other player. On the river the dealer laid down the Jack of diamonds. Joe took a breath and raised 20 hoping not to scare the other player away. The other player called. When they showed their cards, Joe was pleased with his pairs of jacks and aces. But the other player had a straight: ace, king, queen, jack, and 10. "Great hand!" Joe said and nodded to his opponent.
"Can I buy you a drink?" his new friend asked.
"Don't mind if you do." They chuckled. "I'm Joe."
They shook hands. "Steve." Joe guessed they were roughly the same age. For several hours Joe and Steve traded dirty jokes. Steve had never been married. Steve took a long sip of his jack and coke and sighed. "Haven't found one to put up with me yet." And he laughed.
Joe had been married for almost a year.
"What's her name?" Steve asked.
"Elizabeth. But I call her Liz." He said they had fallen into a routine quickly, perhaps because they had dated for so long. "But she has her surprising moments, if you know what I mean."
Joe lost a few, won a few more, and was finally up $400 when he decided to cash out his chips.
He found a barstool at the bar and noticed the brunette from earlier was still alone. She was no longer talking to the bartender. She had her phone out texting someone. Joe ordered another drink and glanced over at the woman with a smile. She was looking at him, and when they made eye contact, she smiled and looked away. She was his type: tall, tan, athletic, with long hair. Her legs were brown and went on forever. She wore strappy gold heels. Her red dress matched her lipstick. Joe felt the woman's eyes on him and he glanced over. She had been sitting cross-legged and her short skirt barely hid anything. He imagined spreading her legs, pushing her dress up and eating her sweet pussy right there in the bar. The brunette had her attention on her phone again. Joe ordered another drink and dug his phone out of his pocket. There was a text from his wife. He hadn't texted his wife since he got to the casino. Had he just forgotten about her for an hour? He said he was having a good time and she said she was, too. She texted back that she was going to bed early and would talk to him in the morning.
