A Casino Story

By Severed Dreams

June 2003

All events, places and persons in this story are fictional, and are not meant to represent any persons, places or things, living or dead.

Inspired by true events

This is a work of erotic fiction. If you are a minor (under 18 years of age in most areas) or live in an area where your community prohibits erotica in law or in custom, then please stop reading now.

It was late when I got the phone call from my friend. Since this was the case, there weren't a whole lot of options open to us for things to do. So I accepted his suggestion that we go to the casino, since it was open twenty-four hours a day.

Casinos are a great example of applied psychology. The machines are essentially stimulus response trainers, the response being the lightening of the wallet. Whenever I go to one, I decide how much I'm willing to lose, and politely turn down the free alcohol.

So, I set aside a little cash that I wouldn't miss, and went in with my friend with a generally amused attitude.

Over a few hands of video blackjack, I noticed an attractive woman, with nice round breasts, and sexy long hair. Her makeup was subtle, and her lips and eyes were locked with rapt attention at the screen of the video dealer.

Her emotions were all quite clear on her unguarded face, and I could study her body with boldness since she was so focused on the screens. This lasted for a while, as her gestures and expression became more desperate.

Eventually when her head hung down in abject defeat, her breasts bounced softly. Presumably she had just lost her last bet.

She slowly rose to slump away, and then her eyes brightened when the crossed over where my friend and I were sitting.

She walked up to us, and addressed us by name. I was a little surprised, but didn't let it show. Later when I would get a private moment, I asked my friend who she was, and he mentioned that we had a math class with her in high school many years ago.

My generally amused attitude because a specifically amused attitude. I was quite popular in the past, perhaps I could still ride that gravy train.

We had been chatting for almost five minutes, when she asked us for money. Typical, I thought.

However, I had to admit that she was doing it right. Her loosely buttoned blouse left ample "accidental" gaps and openings. Her top two buttons were open, allowing the bold a peek at her ample cleavage, nestled loosely in a red satin bra.

I reached for my chips with confidence, her responses would be nice a predictable. She had been well trained by this casino.

...

We were walking to an empty, yet comfortable lounge. She sat down on the couch, making sure to expose the red satin panties under her skirt, as well as making sure that I had noticed them. She was laying it on thick, trying her damndest to get an emotional response out of me.

She had gotten one, of course. Only instead of the horny, desperate and gullible she got cool, confident and intent.

I held up my chips and asked her if she was a betting woman.

She licked her lips like a heroin addict at the sites of my chips, and automatically nodded her head yes to my question.

I told her that I would give her the chips to play to her hearts content, but only if she could keep her eyes on a single chip, that I held up, for five minutes. During that time she couldn't say a word, otherwise she would forfeit the bet.

Her eyes had instantly gone to the single chip, the moment I lifted it from it's brothers. She agreed to the bet, adding that it would be easy.

Imagine her surprise as she found her eyes closing. I repeated softly, firmly, gently and repeatedly into her ear that to win she had to listen to my voice. I reinforced the idea to get the jackpot she would have to focus and clear her mind.

She was helpless, having been conditioned to pursue her greed. I was whispering to her the things that her sub-conscious mind would accept. Naturally her blouse was opening nicely up as her head started to droop forward. With her eyes focused on the chip, and her mind focused on my voice, I was free to look right down into her shirt.

With a relaxed sigh, she gave up keeping her eyes open, and at my prompting dropped into a nice peaceful sleep.

...

We walked out of the casino. She was under the impression that she had won our little bet. She believed that she then went on to play an incredible round of blackjack, and won back her money. None of this was true of course, but she was feeling highly confident that she could win any game of cards.

My friend decided to part ways with us, and my little blackjack queen returned home with me to play some serious poker.

Of course the stakes would be our clothes. It was amusing to me that she believed this was her idea.

She really was on fire, the cards loved her that night. Unfortunately, due to a little post hypnotic tinkering, her game sense was terrible. At one point she tosed back cards that would have made a royal flush, in return for a pair of duces - which cost her the bra, by the way. However, I had reinforced the idea that she should play for broke and honor her bets.

She looked good naked.

She looked really shy and embarrassed, and her cheeks were almost the shade of red of her bra and panties lying on the floor. Yet, due to a few creative suggestions, she was finding it impossible to do anything other than display her sexy body for me.

I marveled at her form, and chuckled at her predicament. Believing that she would render my helpless to her with a few batted eyelashes and some cleavage, now she was quite under my power.

I stood up and said the key phrase that I had put in her mind earlier, "Are you ready to serve me?"

"Yes. Master," was her automatic reply.

A confused look crossed her face as she realized what she had just said, with no idea why.

"Slave Cash Out," was the predetermined trigger.

Her confusion turned to wanton lust as she found herself deeply filled with the need to serve and pleasure me. She rushed to my side and looked up at me with raw expectation. I could see the desire in her face as she breathlessly asked me to let her pleasure me. I said yes, and she leaped into my arms, her naked young body hungry for me.

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