[This is a stand alone sequel to "Jackpot at the Casino"}
It had been about six months since my last visit to the Rolling Boulder Casino. There are two other gambling joints within an easy drive of my home. In the city there is the Big Feather Casino and forty minutes down the interstate, in the lakes region, there's Casa Largo Resort. They are both bigger than the Rolling Boulder with more gaming tables and video slot terminals. The more players the better the chance I'll find what I'm looking for.
You can find them at any casino. They look like zombies, staring blankly at a video game terminal but not playing because they've lost all their money, again. Maybe it was the rent money, the car payment, or the grocery budget. I look for the married ones. I chat them up and lure them into a game of side bets with bartering that leads to a chance to win back their loses with sex. Every once in a while I get a hankering for a country gal's pussy so I drive out to the Rolling Boulder. I checked into my room at the hotel then did the usual walk around of the gaming rooms to get in the mood and look for prospects. They usually aren't at the poker or blackjack tables where the serious gamblers play. I'm just heading for the rows of video slot machines when I hear a voice shout out behind me.
"Don! I'm so glad to see you!"
I turn to see who's calling. Mary has her arms out and is walking toward me. She's wearing a close but not tight fitting sleeveless blue dress, short but not slutty, with a low neckline. Black stockings and high heels add to the appeal of her outfit. She wraps me in a tight hug and kisses me. I'd hustled Mary on my last trip to the Boulder. I had hoped that she would have quit gambling after our encounter. I encouraged her to. I always do after I show them what hitting bottom has turned them into, So as nice as it was to see her I was also a bit disappointed. I really thought Mary had gotten the message.
"Mary! Hi! You look good! I'm glad to see you again but I really hoped you wouldn't be here."
"Oh, I'm not here to lose my money. I don't do that anymore. I took your advice and it changed my life. I'm here hustling just like you are. You saved me, Don. I hated what you did to me that day but I love you for it. I owe you so much. Oh, I want to tell you all about it! Let me take you to dinner and we can talk. I insist! I've been hoping you'd come here again and here you are!"
"I'd love to hear it. I never know what happens, if the women get help quitting or anything. I'm happy for you."
She whispers to me, "By the way there are three prospects for you at the slots terminals. They've all been losers here before, just your type." She winks. "If you're still interested after I'm through with you that is."
We walk out into the concourse area and decide on a restaurant. When we've ordered our meal she says. "I got so furious with you and with myself on the drive home that day. You called me a cheating whore and I was one. I felt so cheap. At least I could buy groceries and pick up my husband's laptop and I felt better about that. I rushed to get a meal cooked for him when he got home. But one of his friends had seen me playing the slots that day and we had a terrible argument. He beat me."
"Oh, Mary, that's terrible. I'm sorry that you had to go through that."
"I called the gambler's hot line the next day and the day after that I moved into a women's shelter and filed for divorce."
"I'm glad things have gotten better for you. You look so much happier now. Tell me about this hustle you are working. I'm intrigued."
There is a glow to her smile and a sparkle in her eyes as she speaks. "Later, there's more I want to tell you first. You said something to me that day that I've kept with me. You said the gambling wasn't my fault and that I deserve to be a winner and would be some day. My husband, my parents, everyone, they did blame me. He was always running me down, calling me stupid, and blaming me for everything that went wrong. I realized after I left the bastard that HE was the cause of my gambling. I was chasing that winning high as compensation."
"You know," I tease her, "I say that to all the girls."
"I know. It's part of your hustle."
"It is. But I was quite sincere and meant it. The hustle doesn't work well if that's not real."
She looks me in the eyes, "Well Don, that saved my life. It was the only thing I had that made me feel life was worthwhile. I would have given up. When I was able to think about what you had done that day and analyze how you had done it, and why I fell for it, I realized how slick you'd been in setting me up and seducing me. I kind of admired it. And I've copied it. I do the same kind of hustle but on men, on the ones who come along with their wives but really don't like gambling much themselves. While their wives ignore them I play that same side bet game you used on me. Once I've let them peek at my panties I work them up into them into betting whether they are the kind of guy who would pay $200 to fuck me. Or more, sometimes. Almost all of them are."
"So I really did turn you into a whore?"
"It's part of the hustle. It's not like pay to play in the back alley. Those are the girls the casino chases out. I keep it very sophisticated and classy. And discrete. I have to be careful not to look like a hooker or the casino gets nervous." We've nearly finished dinner when the waiter brings the check. She picks it up and says, "This is my treat today. Shall we go to your room or mine so I can thank you properly for saving me? I'm going to ride you until you can't fuck anymore."
We decide on my room because it is closer. As the door closes behind us she faces me and says "Hey, mister, wanna see my bra?" She drops the front of her dress down. She's wearing a nearly sheer black bra that show off her delightfully round and full orbs. She takes a few steps back, toward the bed then lifts up the hem of her dress and says, "Hey, mister, wanna see my panties?" They are the same sheer black as her bra and the sight tickles my balls. I love that she is parodying the hustle I'd used on her last time.