Playing the Hole Card

I stood at the ATM machine, frantically sliding card after card into its slot, punching in each PIN, a growing panic in my belly.

Declined.

Ears ringing with the electronic cacophony of the casino, I dug through my bag. Another credit card! Maybe it had some cash advance left before the limit!

Declined.

Each rejection was a yank on my heart, ripping away hope. Of course, I already knew the cards were tapped out, but I

had

to try. People came and stood behind me, only to give up and move to another line. I felt their disgust, their commiseration. They knew. Many had been there themselves.

"The poor girl," whispered woman. I ignored her, putting my last card into the slot.

Declined.

A gambling addict, that's what I was. My belly screamed for more play, but the money was totally gone at last. In the months my addiction had grown, I'd gambled it all away. My wallet was empty, my savings gone, my checking account exhausted, credit maxed out, rent money spent. I'd be lucky if I had gas to get home. But I had to keep playing. The craving was as real and as powerful as any junky's need.

Finally, I gave up on the plastic in my bag and walked away from the machine. Standing between clamoring slots and crowded tables, I started shaking. I saw people turn to look at me as they went by, and most were not the usual looks I got from men, sizing me up as a woman. Many of these were looks of pity l. I tried to think. My fingers played with a strand of my long sandy hair as they often did when I was anxious. My mind raced.

"Maybe they'll take a check," I thought, knowing deep down it was very unlikely. "If it takes a couple days to go through, my paycheck will cover it." Clinging to that thin hope I hurried to the cage and got in the shortest line.

The plump middle-aged woman behind the glass partition smiled at me as I stepped up.

"Can I cash a personal check here?" I asked, trying to not look nervous.

"Sorry hon, we don't cash checks anymore. We just have the machines. If you've reached your cash withdrawal limit the machines can do a debit purchase for cash."

I slumped, felt my heart approaching a pit of despair.

"Thanks" I said quietly and turned to go.

"Wait hon. Let me see..."

The heavy set cashier pursed her lips and looked me over, sizing me up. What she saw didn't exactly promote trust: a slim girl, not yet 30, wearing a wrinkled, over-sized t-shirt that almost hid my smallish breasts, jeans once bought to show off the firm, high curve of my ass but that now could use a wash, carrying the bag I had retrieved from my car trunk, a bag that said "student" more than "accessory," a pretty face bare of makeup, mussed hair, eyes a little too desperate. It was obvious I was a hardcore gambler who had left home in a hurry to play, not some girl on a day out with friends. After a good look, she nodded slowly.

"If you want to ask for a special arrangement," she added quietly, then paused, raising an eyebrow and leaning forward a little, "I could send you back to see the manager." She looked at me with a raised eyebrow and a questioning tilt of her head.

My heart rose at the words, "Is that possible?"

She looked at me with a smile that could have been a smirk "That's between you and him, sugar. It does happen sometimes, if you want to try."

"Yes please!" My heart stepped back from the pit.

Nodding, she picked up a walky-talky from the counter. "Special arrangement at window five" The woman said into it, and turned back to me.

"Ok sugar, stand aside and security will be here to take you to the manager in a minute."

I stood aside and she helped the woman behind me in line. I heard a giggle as they conducted their transaction. This was great! If only the manager would approve a check! If he offered casino credit I knew I'd take it, even though more debt was the last thing I needed.

Soon a large man in a suit arrived and led me away from the cages to a door labeled "Staff Only." My guide punched in a key-code and the door opened with a buzz. I followed him through.

The man took me down a short hallway past closed doors. My hands were sweating a little and I was biting my lip. We stopped at the end of the hall. Above the door was a sign that said "Manager." The large man knocked.

"Send her in," said a cheerful male voice from beyond the door.

"Go on in darlin," my guide said in a soft reassuring tone, smiling. " I'm sure he'll help you," Then turned and walked away as I opened the door.

Stepping in I saw a big man rising from behind a grand desk. The guy smiled at me confidently, dimpling his plump cheeks as he looked me over. The expensive suit couldn't hide the man's thick body or developing belly, though he was obviously well-muscled. He came around the desk to greet me.

"Hi, I'm the manager, Paul."

He smiled wider, shaking my hand, his eyes going up and down my body, assessing me. Seemingly satisfied, he sat in one of two chairs facing each other by his desk, indicating that I should take the other. I sat, setting my bag down beside the chair.

"I hear you wanted to ask for a special arrangement"

"Yes, I was hoping to cash a personal check, and the cashier said maybe you could help me."

I tried not to look too eager. The manager must deal with people who had gambling problems all the time. I smiled my most charming smile, wishing I had dressed nicer and put on a little makeup before rushing out of the house to the casino.

"I'm afraid I can't help you with a check. But we do have other options, Miss..."

"Franks, Donna Franks, Donna is fine," I responded.

"Donna."

Paul said it like he was savoring the taste of the name. Smiling, he leaned back in the chair.

"Well, Donna, what I do have is the ability to give comp tickets for free play at the tables. They play just like money. You can't redeem the ticket for cash or chips directly, but your winnings are paid normally. So they play just like cash."

He picked up a ream of tickets and fanned them in front of me.

"But why would you give me comp tickets?" I asked, honestly at a loss, but now yearning for the tickets desperately.

"Well, we give them for many reasons; promotions, special guests, as compensation when we make a mistake..." Paul leaned in, his eyes looking down at my body, his smile becoming suggestive. He placed a large hand on my knee, "And in exchange for special, personal, services."

Suddenly, I realized what a "special arrangement" was. I leaned back in shock. How stupid I was! It had not even entered my mind that I was being offered free play for sex. I stared at him in disbelief for a moment, starting to redden. He withdrew his hand but kept smiling.

"Of course, it's up to you. But let's face it Donna," Paul again fanned the stack of tickets in his hand, "We both know you are aching to play. You've got no money and no way to get any. I'm just offering you a way to walk out of this office and go back to the tables, maybe win back what you lost. Who knows? This could be a way to erase the loss, maybe go home ahead. No one is forcing anything, it's a friendly offer."

Paul knew just what to say. Looking at the large man sitting there, smiling, holding those tickets, I knew I had to have them. I noticed a bulge developing in his pants. Part of me wanted to slap his fat face and say fuck off, but he had tickets. Paul was right. I needed to win back some of what I had lost. I simply could not go home yet.I thought of the tables, of winning, of breaking even--maybe even get ahead. I ignored the pre-addict Donna inside that spoke sense--I always did these days.

"What would I have to do, and how much would I get?" I heard myself asking.

Paul sat back in the chair, knowing he was going to get what he wanted.

"That's up to you, Donna. The more you do and the better you do it, the more you get. For example, that pretty mouth of yours could probably get you a hundred in tickets easy, maybe more.. If you bared your assets for the exchange, let me handle your merchandise, it would go up a little higher. Beyond that, it depends on many factors."

I gulped and shifted in my seat, looking at the tickets, needing them now.

"Ok," I said quietly, feeling an adrenaline rush as I crossed this new line. "I'll do that". I looked around the office, "here?"

He grinned and stood, unbuckling his belt.

"Good, I love eager. Yes here, now just strip if you want the bonus tickets, while I get these pants off," He chuckled as he unzipped. "You have me so hard already, and I don't want you to get anything on this good suit"

My fingers shook as I slipped off my worn sneakers and fuchsia socks. Standing, almost in a daze,. I pulled off my t-shirt, exposing my plain B cup bra. Next I slid off my jeans. His pants were off already, along with his blue boxers, and he was stroking his hard cock as he sat back in the chair, grinning. I slid my shoulders from the bra straps, turned it, undid the hook, and set it on the chair with the rest. I knew I was blushing. I was embarrassed that my legs showed a hint of soft light brown stubble, despite telling myself I shouldn't care. I stopped, still in my small baby blue panties.

"Mmmm nice nipples on those titties, Donna. They look so yummy, and they're hard already!" He nodded toward my panties, "you decide on the those, but remember the tickets."

I paused, but kept the panties. They made me feel safer and let me pretend II retained a shred of my dignity. Sliding to my knees, I looked looked up at the large man. Paul was resting back, ass out a bit, stroking his cock with no shame.

His thick legs sprawled apart to either side of me and I could see his large sack resting on the edge of the chair. His belly was covered by his shirt and tie, shirttails hanging to either side of his average sized cock. I looked at it with surprise as he stroked it, expecting it to be thick like his body.

As I moved forward on my knees, he stopped me.

"Come up on my lap first, and let me touch and kiss those titties a little. I promise I'll keep my cock out of your panties--unless you ask Pauly for a ride." He chuckled and drew up his legs to make a lap.

If only to postpone putting his cock in my mouth, I climbed up and straddled his legs, facing him. His hard cock pointed up between us. Right away he was grabbing my nipple with his thumb and forefinger and playing with it, cupping my other breast with his hand and kneading it. He pinched the nipple and I made a little noise, grimacing. With shame, I realized I felt it between my legs as well.

"Mmmm yes, very sensitive nipple" he said, and bent to suck it.

I lifted my breasts to his mouth, wanting to get this over and done. He sucked hard, taking in more of my breast. I closed my eyes, breathing harder, feeling my heart beat fast in my chest from this crazy situation.

He moved from nipple to nipple. sucking and licking. as I tried not to squirm, then his finger was between my legs, rubbing my pussy through my panties. I made a little animal noise and my pelvis involuntarily rocked. I grabbed his wrist, raised myself a few inches and quietly said, "No."

His mouth came off of my breast.

"Ok, you are in charge, but that's one wet pussy. You sure you don't want Pauly to lick it a little?"

"No thanks,"I said, blushing deep, shaking my head, knowing I really was wet, and now my panties were too, where he had pressed them between my wet pussy lips. I tried to think of the tickets. My body hot from shame and other strange feelings.

"Ok sweet thing, but now..." He laughed and took a last suck on each nipple," it's time for you to do the sucking. Remember, the better you suck Pauly's cock, the more tickets you get."

Sliding to the floor, I took his stiff cock in my right hand. I started by licking it, both to check the taste and hopefully for his enjoyment. The cock tasted and smelled clean, so I let my tongue curl around the rim of the head playfully and tickle the sensitive underside. I had done this many times for boyfriends. He made approving noises, watching me over his big belly

Holding it up, I licked from root to tip a few times, then went to work on his balls, giving them a good tongue bath, lifting them, sucking on them one at a time while my hand stroked his hard cock. Telling myself to think of the tickets.

Paul's noises said he loved the tonguing, but I wanted to play eager, make him come faster and pay more, so I went back to his cock. Slipping about half of it into my mouth, I closed my lips around it. It throbbed on my tongue. Bobbing my head slowly while suckling, I turned my head clockwise and counterclockwise with each stroke. I wanted to earn as much as I could now that I had come this far. I slurped wetly at escaping drool, which he loved, based on the grunts and sighs.

Slipping it out of my mouth with a wet smack, I looked up at him. Rubbing the cock's head around my lips like lipstick, I tried to catch my breath. Then I slapped it back on my tongue and started sucking it again.

"Oh yeah! He said," You are a born cock sucker, baby. "You like that, don't you?"

"Mmhmm" I nodded, mouth full of his cock.

"Good girl. Now see how much of Paully you can get in that sweet mouth."

He put his hand on the back of my head but didn't press down hard, it was more encouragement, I think. Sliding more of it into my mouth I tried hard to relax and swallow the head into my throat.

I gagged a little, and he groaned. I got it all in and held it. Looking up at him, my eyes watering slightly from the little choke, I saw only his eyes over his bell--which my nose was nearly touching. My lips opened and closed a little, my throat reflexively spasming on his cock. I started to move my head again, sucking him deep. My entire body rocked. Saliva dripped from my mouth and his cock, running down my chin, a string of it connecting my lip to his balls.

Paul pulled the cock out of my mouth and slapped my face gently with it.

"Oh, you are a good little cock-sucker" he said.

I felt my body blush deeper, holding my mouth open as he slapped. Then Paul fed it back to me and I was sucking again.

Starting to fidget, Paul made little grunts, his hips going forward, and I knew he wasn't going to last much longer. Suddenly he gripped my head and was thrusting into my mouth, groaning, then he held my head, cumming. The large man humped my face with jerking hips as his cum spurted into my mouth. He shuddered, moaned and grunted a few times, then quieted slowly as the squirting turned to dripping then stopped, still holding my head in place.

Suckling his spent cock for any leftover drips, I made him groan again. Why not? I already had cum in my mouth and it might get me more money.

"You want every drop, don't you, you little slut?"

I nodded again, glad it was nearly over.

He held me there a little longer as I suckled, then he released me. Lifting my head, I kept my full mouth clamped shut. Paul held out a wastebasket and I turned my head and spat into it a few times, trying not to make a face, grateful that he didn't expect me to swallow. Then I wiped my chin on the back of my hand.

Paul was wiping himself with a towel, but didn't offer me one for my face. He sighed happily.

"That was hot, girl. You're a born cock sucker." Setting down the towel, Paul got back to business. "Ok Donna, let me put on my pants and I'll get you your tickets. You can get dressed now too."

I gratefully dressed, trying not to think of what had just taken place, my mind on the tickets and how I could play and win some money back. I itched to get back to the tables.

His pants back on, Paul sat at his desk and went through the tickets, looking up at me with smug little grin now and then as he counted, then signed them. He held them out.

"Ok, here's two hundred dollars worth of twenty dollar free play tickets. You earned them. Also, you will be getting a new player's card in the mail."

I nodded and reached to take them. Paul pulled them back.

"Oh, and Donna, there are more where these came from, but you have to do more next time. And if you decide you like this sort of thing, or get in a real fix, I have another opportunity I think would be excellent for you."

Paul held the tickets out again and I took them, "Thanks," I said, and hurried back out to the tables. The shame disappearing as I neared the floor. My mouth might taste like I had sucked on a penny, but there were two hundred dollars in my hand!

I did win a little that night, and again two days later, but in another week it was all gone again. In the meantime, the bill collectors started to call. I got an eviction notice from my landlord. My job was in jeopardy. My new "Pink Level" player's card arrived.

The day after I lost it all, I held out almost a full hour before I bathed and shaved, put on makeup, dressed in a nice short dress, put the new card in my pocket, and went back to see Paul.

(To be continued)