0 comments/ 100523 views/ 3 favorites Laid Off Then Laid: Her Story Ch. 1 By: Lucky-Devil It’s called Sin City for a reason. You can have anything you want here, if you’re willing to pay the price. That includes me. But I doubt you can afford the cover charge. My husband John and I were doing pretty well for a young couple in their 20’s. Our jobs paid okay; enough for us to buy a small house and two cars. Waitressing in a casino forced me to stay in shape. My skimpy little uniform left nothing to the imagination, barely covering my ass, my tummy open to display, and my 33 C breasts pushed up so high I could rest my chin on them. While I may not be tall, the 3” heels helped out my 5’4” frame. The tips weren’t bad, telling me my looks hadn’t failed yet. However, thanks to a cost cutting decision that eliminated thousands of jobs, that uniform is past tense. My husband and I were falling further and further into debt without my job, when a former coworker named Steve finally convinced me to work for him, as what he called “whale bait.” In Vegas, high rollers willing to lose hundreds of thousands, or even millions of dollars are called whales. The casinos will do anything to get the whales to leave their bankrolls behind, including taking care of their physical needs. I don’t consider this prostitution. It’s more like being a highly personalized concierge. Steve called last night. “Marcy, I’ve got a client for you; a CEO from Texas. He’s coming in tomorrow evening and leaving Saturday. 6pm, okay?” It’s the typical routine. I pack my bag with everything I’ll need for two days. Steve works in the high roller valet, so he makes sure my clothes are taken up to the whale’s suite. It’s almost a routine. But there is one ritual I never overlook. As soon as I hung up the phone, I leaned across the bed and laid my head on my husband’s chest. That put me in the perfect position to stroke his penis to an erection with my right hand, while I started to lick his man-nipples to a pointy little erection. Looking up into his eyes, I didn’t have to say a word. He knew that it was Steve who called. Now, it was my turn to show him, no matter what I had to do at “work,” he is still the guy I love. Sleeping naked means we have access to each other’s bodies, any time of the night. That made it easy for me as I slid down his body, bringing my mouth to his quickly growing cock. A few licks to get him started, moving my tongue around the rim of his crown. Teasing, then opening my mouth and dropping down on his tool, taking as much of his 7 inches as I can before going up for a breath and then plunging back down. I feel his hands on my thighs, pulling my legs apart. It doesn’t take long before he’s returning the favor, gently biting, licking, teasing, pulling, tasting, eating, sucking on my swollen pussy lips. I’ve got to stop what I’m working on while the first, then second and third orgasms hit me in quick succession. That’s just as well. I don’t want him coming too soon. I get up, crawling over his body until my legs are outside of his and my pussy is sliding over his swollen cock. He puts his arms up and grabs hold of my breasts while I slowly impale myself. Barely moving at all, I squeeze my cunt muscles around his dick, then start riding him for all he’s worth. Believe me, he’s worth a lot. His hips start bucking upwards, pushing him deeper and deeper inside. Just when I think he’s ready to erupt, I slow things down, crawling off for a special surprise. Sneaking back into bed, I hand him my special treat: a tiny little four-inch dildo and a tube of KY jelly. First, he slicks it up with a little lubrication the natural way. He gently pushes the fake cock along my slit, into my pussy. Then, with a little KY, he slides it up into my ass and holds it there. Johnny has always dreamed of a threesome, and this is my way of giving him a treat. As I slip back on top of his still-erect cock, I can feel the pressure between his thick dick in my pussy and the fake dick in my ass. It doesn’t take too long before I can feel him spraying my insides with his thick seed. My orgasm hits at nearly the same time. As I lay on his chest holding him close, I am keeping him inside me, clenching my muscles to keep his cock and the dildo both lodged deep inside as long as I can. All this time, we haven’t said word to each other. He knows I have a job to do tomorrow night that will keep me away from him in another man’s bed. But tomorrow is another day. He also knows he’s my husband and I’m his wife. And, most importantly, I love him. Laid Off Then Laid: Her Story Ch. 2 There are only two types of jobs in Las Vegas: jobs that cater to the gamblers and everything else. My job is to keep the gamblers happy so they spend more money. Not just any gamblers, but the whales; men who think nothing of leaving a few hundred thousand behind for a night or perhaps even a million. I was raised to be a good Chinese girl. My husband John and I weren’t doing too badly with our finances, at least until I was laid off from my waitressing job, along with thousands of other casino employees. After our bank accounts ran dry, the only way to keep our home was for me to go to work for a former coworker, Steve, who works in the valet of a luxury casino. When a whale wants a little personal attention and company, I go to work. Tonight is Wednesday and I’m meeting a client from Texas who’s in Vegas on business until Saturday. That means packing a small suitcase for everything I’ll need to keep my client entertained. This one even has a special request. Arriving at the casino by 5pm, Steve greets me in the high roller valet and sends my luggage to the client’s suite. He’s not here to greet me. Since the client is meeting with his business partner, I have a short time to relax in his bedroom after dealing with the insane Las Vegas traffic and to prepare myself. A sparkling, emerald-green dress clings to my 33c breasts, held up by spaghetti straps that disappear in a back-less design. There is no need for a bra tonight, or panties. But a garter secures the silk stockings that wrap my legs. With my long hair set in flowing curls and a simple necklace of gold, I’m ready to meet the client for dinner. Deke from Texas is waiting at a secluded and private booth in one of the hotel’s four star restaurants. Like a true gentleman, he rises, gives me a simple kiss on the cheek and guides me to his side. In an instant, cocktails arrive – two Belvedere martinis, stirred, not shaken, with a twist of lemon. Then it’s a light dinner. Of course, a light dinner for a millionaire is an ounce of Iranian caviar with blinis and red onions, followed by a simple salad of greens with seared duck, a main course of wild venison with chanterelle mushrooms in a port wine sauce and desert of fresh goat cheese and black figs. Throughout all of this, Deke is a perfect gentleman, describing his love of sailing and music. He may be a Texan, but he’s no cowboy. Or, at least, he is the most sophisticated cowboy I’ve ever met. At ten o’clock, it’s time to get down to the real business; gambling. Deke and I walk hand in hand to the high-roller salon. You may think you’ve seen extravagant Las Vegas casinos, but the salon is a completely different world. You can only enter these private doors with a credit line of at least a million dollars. Table bets are $500 a hand. All of the men in here are gamblers. The women are all escorts like myself. Deke’s game is blackjack at $5,000 a game. This kind of work is easy. All I have to do is stand behind him, rug his neck occasionally, keep up a trite little conversation, get excited when he wins, and pout when he loses. It’s a good night, and his winnings are rising. I also feel his hand rising beneath me dress, starting to explore and discover. His fingers rise slowly up my leg, then down again before they reach too high into my thighs. But then, his hand rises outside me dress to my back, finds my zipper and casually brings the metal down. Anything goes in the high-roller suite as long as the customer keeps gambling. So, it’s of little interest to anyone else as my dress falls to the floor. I step from the dress and a female attendant quickly picks it up to be hung in a hidden closet. A few of the other gamblers make quiet comments to their friends or companions as I stand next to Deke in nothing more than a garter belt, stockings and high heels. I don’t know how anyone can concentrate on their gambling when one hand is holding the cards and the other is caressing a freshly shaved pussy. However, Deke can and he just keeps on winning with his bets rising to $10,000. After three hours, it’s actually getting exhausting standing here nearly nude. A few of the other girls are as exposed as I am. Deke’s luck at the table has run out and he’s down about $120,000. I guess he’s having a hard time concentrating after all. Taking my hand, Deke and I walk to the private elevator that will take us to his private suite, uninterrupted. An attendant will have my dress cleaned and delivered to the room later. The penthouse suite has its own private deck and pool that looks out over the Strip. Walking into the living room, he casts off his coat, than I help undress him of his tie and shirt, shoes, socks and slacks. I fix us each a drink, then carry the martinis to the private pool where Deke is sitting on the chaise lounge chair. He takes my hand and pulls me down beside him, kissing my lips and roaming his hands over me naked chest. The private deck was designed to hide guests from prying eyes, but it’s a charge to be naked outdoors in the blazing neon lights of Las Vegas. It doesn’t take long before Deke unfastens my garter belt and slides my stocks down. Then he lays me down on the lounge chair and works his way up until his head rests between my open thighs. Deke’s tongue lightly glides over my cunt lips, then feathers over my clit. My left hand grips the chair while I use my other hand to squeeze my nipples into hard points. It doesn’t take long before I’m grinding my pelvis into his face as waves of passion erupt through me. After a few minutes, Deke guides me into the heated pool. He lowers his silk boxers and sits on the side, dangling his legs in the water. That puts his 7” cock in perfect position as I start to lick and caress. My head bobs up and down as I try to suck as much of his penis into my mouth, loudly slurping. I know Deke is close to cumming, so I slow down the pace. Rising from the pool, I take Deke’s hand and lay him down on his back. Dripping warm water, I impale myself on his rigid pole, gripping him with my inner muscles and riding up and down until he explodes deep inside my womb. The hour is late. After cleaning up, we fall asleep naked with his arm wrapped around me and his hand on my naked breast. Rising in the late morning, Deke is gone; off playing golf to settle his business deal here. That gives me time to prepare for his special request. For this, I’ve brought a special dress. It’s a wedding dress. No, not the typical fluff of white with billowy veils and an endless train. This is a Chinese wedding dress; bright red, hugging every curve with a slit up the side nearly all the way up my thigh, and a dragon design woven into the fabric with a head that starts at my right breast, it’s body wrapping around the dress, and the tail falling beneath my thighs at my vagina. The collar buttons high at my neck, but the satin highlights my pert breasts. This really was my wedding dress. Worn for the banquet after I changed from my white gown used for the church ceremony. My husband John calls it his China Doll dress. Tonight, I’m playing China Doll for my client Deke. He wants me dressed exotically for a special dinner with his business associate. I apply my makeup to accentuate my narrow eyes and high cheekbones. Once again, I forego the bra and panties. Only my sandals with their 3” heels will adorn my bare legs. My lips, fingernails and toenails are all bright red, to match my dress. Dinner will be in the private suite tonight. The hotel staff is already preparing the table in the dining room. To complete my China Doll image, I sit on a satin cushion in the middle of the open floor with my legs folded beneath me and wait patiently for my customer and his guest to arrive. To be continued… Laid Off Then Laid: Her Story Ch. 3 My client this week, Deke, has a little imagination. That’s not a bad trait for a man who’s made millions. Tonight, he stands to make millions more if he can seal a deal with a client here in Vegas. Depending on how the negotiations went on the golf course, I’m either part of the negotiations or part of the celebration. It’s a little uncomfortable sitting here waiting for the men to arrive. My dress is tight fitting, hugging my curves with very little room to move. If it were not for the slit cut up the side nearly to my hips, I wouldn’t be able to sit on the cushion where I’ve been perched for the last half-hour. The dress is a traditional Chinese wedding gown, my wedding dress, the one I wore for my husband at our wedding banquet. The voices outside the door and the click of the door lock remind me that it’s time to get into my persona. Deke wanted a real China doll to impress his client. Part of that image means pretending to not understand any English. As Deke and his client walked in, I bowed my head submissively, ignoring everything they talked about. But as they sat down, I quickly and lithely moved to take off their shoes and socks. Every time they tried to talk to me, I stared uncomprehendingly, waiting for them to make a gesture or two to communicate their desires. The motion of a drinking, I recognized. Quickly, I brought the two a bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue Label and poured out two stiff drinks. As the two drank their whiskey, I moved behind Deke’s client and slowly massaged his neck and upper back. At some point, I realized their talk had shifted from the deal they signed on the golf course, to me. I still gave no indication to Deke’s client that I could speak English, but even if I didn’t understand the language, I would have known what they were discussing from the way they kept glancing my way. The client, Jeffrey, motioned for me to come around and stand before him. As he motioned to my hair, I pulled out the chopsticks that held my hair in a bun, letting my tresses fall down to the middle of my back. Jeffrey then stood before me, and undid the clasps that held the top of my dress closed. I then pushed his hands away and backed up a step to where Deke was waiting behind me. With strong hands, he pulled open the dress and let it fall. There I stood naked, with a heap of bright red satin and silk pooled around my ankles. Jeffrey remarked favorably on my natural 33C breasts. Apparently, Jeffrey thought that all Chinese women were flat-chested. Kneeling to the ground, I unfastened Jeffrey’s belt and pants and revealed his 7” prick from his boxers. While I left Jeffrey to remove his own shirt and tie, I started sucking on his penis. I learned to give head with my husband before I got laid off from my casino waitressing job. But working as a pro really helped me to develop the “art.” Before long, Jeffrey was really trying to fuck my face, all the while, Deke just sat and watched. This night wasn’t about Deke, but rather, what I could do to make sure Jeffrey left the hotel suite happy. As Jeffrey drew close to his orgasm, I slowed down, ignoring his pleas to continue. Instead, I gently pushed him back onto the couch. Crawling up onto Jeffrey, I slowly moved my breasts across his flesh, moving across his legs, his thighs, up his stomach, until I was on my knees astride his lap. That put me at the right height to feed my nipple into his waiting mouth. I squeezed my breasts together, so that he could put shift from my right nipple to the left with just the slightest turn of his head. Jeffrey was so distracted, he didn’t anticipate my dropping my cunt down in one swift move onto his rigid cock. I was so caught up in trying to squeeze Jeffrey’s cock with my cunt muscles that I really didn’t comprehend what he was telling Deke. But inch by inch, Jeffrey slid us both to the edge of the couch until we were lying almost prone, with his feed firmly on the floor. That’s when Deke made his presence known. Somewhere, Deke had found some lubricant, because I felt first one finger and then two work their way into my tight ass hole. Then, Deke took his hand away and moved his cock into contact with my sphincter. Jeffrey stopped moving his prick in my cunt while Deke slowly, but deliberately pushed his way into my ass. It was all I could do not to cry out in English. Swearing in Chinese just doesn’t have the same effect as crying out in English, but I had to stay in my persona. Quickly, the three of us developed a rhythm that had me cumming in waves. Jeffrey finally cut loose, squirting what seemed like a quart of hot cum in my pussy before Deke starting filling my rectum with his own seed. After Deke pulled out and I climbed off of Jeffrey, I quickly, but quietly padded into the bathroom, returning with two hot towels to clean off my clients. I left the two men to refresh their own drinks while I padded off back to the bathroom to clean up so I wouldn’t be dripping our juices all over the suite. A private waiter had prepared the dining table for dinner. The two men ate in bathrobes while I ate at a table in Deke’s bedroom, returning to the dining room every few minutes to give them a view of my just-fucked nakedness. A handshake concluded their business. Following a post dinner port and cigars, I gave Jeffrey a private blowjob before helping him to dress. As he walked out the door, Jeffrey gave my left breast one final squeeze and a kiss. Once the door closed and Jeffrey was well on his way to the private elevator, Deke pulled me into his arms, brought his lips to mine, then carried me to his bed. As he lay down, I didn’t waste any time and mounted him right away. I then used a new trick on Deke. With his penis firmly planted in my cunt, I started to turn around, rotating on his pole. By the time I was facing forward again, Deke was going wild. He turned us over , brought my legs over his shoulders and plowed into me with all his might. I lost track of my orgasms before he finally went over the edge and came for a second time that night. It is not comfortable to sleep in a bed that’s wet with the juices of our lovemaking, but after expending so much energy, we quickly drifted off in each other’s arms. When I arose the next morning, breakfast was waiting on the dining table, but Deke was gone. An envelope contained a simple letter of gracious thanks and five company checks. Each check was for more than ten thousand dollars, post dated for the first of the month for the next five months. This was Deke’s way of making sure the payments for my services would be legal, for IRS purposes. I wouldn’t be doing any more work for Deke, but for now, I guess I’m an employee of his company’s new Las Vegas office.