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Nothing Left to Lose

By: PompousBuffoon



 (A bit late for Valentine's Day, but then it never really is too late!)


Sharon and Effie sat in the break room at the Whitehorse Pike Wawa, sharing a bag of chips. Just then, there was a knock at the break room door. A cherubically beautiful woman with a round face, tawny skin, big brown eyes and curly silver hair stood in the doorway. The woman was dressed in a smart looking uniform had four bouquets of long stemmed, red roses. Each of the bouquets of roses were cunningly arranged with sprays of baby's breath and delicate fans of fern, wrapped in white tissue paper and red cellophane then lovingly tied in a big bow of red velvet ribbon. "I have a delivery for Sharon?"

Sharon looked at short, voluptuous woman then at the woman's jacket, which was embroidered with a name: 'Daniela.' 

Sharon and Effie came to the door. There they saw a tall slightly effeminate looking young deliveryman with a pudgy smiling face, long un-kept, but still curly silver hair, placing similar bouquets of long stemmed red roses on top of the sandwich counter. 

Sharon looked at Effie then at Daniela and murmured "I am Sharon_"

Daniela smiled indulgently as she placed the bouquets down on the table then held out a plastic, arrow shaped pen and her clipboard. "I am very pleased to meet you Sharon; sign here_"

Sharon looked at the little arrow shaped pen and hesitated, "Um, what is all of this and who you are_"

Daniela smiled, "All of this is a small symbol of the undying love of_ well, my goodness would you look at that: the manifest doesn't say; anyway, if you would kindly sign right next to your name?" 

It began to dawn on Sharon that there were more bundles of flowers than two delivery people could carry. Sharon hesitated for another moment as the young deliveryman came to the doorway, "Um, I think that that's it; are we ready?"

Sharon read the name that was embroidered on the tall, somewhat un-kept young man's jacket: 'Dan Jr.'

Dan Jr. looked past Sharon to the break room table, "Ooh, chips! Hey are you gonna finish those?"

Daniela smoothly cut in, "We're almost ready; we can buy our own chips on the way out just as soon as Sharon signs for the delivery."

Dan Jr. took off his cap and looked at Sharon. He extended his hand, "The Sharon?" 

Daniela rolled her eyes, "Of course this is The Sharon; try to keep up, at least read the delivery manifests occasionally!"

Dan Jr. shook Sharon's hand hesitantly, "I haven't seen the old man so happy in_"

Daniela quickly elbowed Dan Jr. in the gut to cut him off, "Yes, we have already established that someone is head over heels in love with Sharon. Now, I hate to rush you Sharon, but this is one of our busiest days of the year, so if you would please_"  

Sharon took the clipboard and read the company name at the top: 'Dan Cupid's Floral Creations.' Then she scanned down the list of names, her own name appeared near the bottom of the page.

Suddenly, as Sharon was about to take the proffered pen from Daniela, Sharon heard Phillip, the store manager call out loudly.

"Oh, my God in heaven; what is this, a convenience store, or a funeral parlor? Who put these flowers all over my sandwich counter? How am I supposed to do any business with all of these_"

Dan Jr. quickly whipped out his own little red plastic arrow shaped pen and reached back, tapping Phillip on the chest. Dan Jr. winked to Sharon, "That one is on the house, now if this is going to take a while_"

Sharon motioned to the half eaten bag of potato chips on the table and Dan quickly moved to grab a handful. 

Phillip stood half way in the vacated doorway looking dazed. Suddenly he seemed to come somewhat back to himself, "Um Sharon, Effie, have you seen Enrique?"

Effie replied slowly, "Enrique should be just finishin' restockin' de soda in de refrigerator by now."

Philip smiled enthusiastically and sighed, "Enrique!"

Dan Jr. munched and sighed, "Mmmm: Salt and Vinegar!" 

Phillip trilled, "Would you send Enrique to my office please?" Then he sashayed back to his office and closed the door.

Daniela smiled, "_and you must be Effie." Daniela gently tapped Effie with her pen.

Effie blinked then squealed excitedly, "Oh! I HAVE GOT to go and call my NELSON!"

Sharon watched as Effie ran off like a schoolgirl to find her cell phone.

A voice came from just outside of the doorway, "Ekcuse me, deed I heerd somebody callin' for me?"

Daniela grimaced and impatiently whipped her pen out past the door jamb, tapping Enrique on the chest. "Enrique; Manager's office, right now; shut the door after yourself."

Enrique shuddered then smiled dreamily, "Ay dios mio! My Pheelep wants me!"

Daniela winked to Sharon as Enrique skipped the few steps to Philips office, "Now Sharon if you would please_"

Sharon took the pen and looked up at Daniela, "You are Daniela Cupid?"

Daniela corrected pleasantly, "Well 'Dan' is just an old title of respect and 'Cupidino;' is Italian; so if you would, please_"

Sharon let her hand hover over the empty line next to her name. "But 'Cupidino;' that doesn't actually sound_"

Daniela sighed, "It was originally from the Greek, but let's not worry about that for now_"

Sharon ruminated, "And if I sign_" 

Daniela completed the thought, "_then you accept this shipment, which represents the undying love of your secret admirer, for only you."

Dan Jr. held another handful of chips in front of his mouth and chuckled, "Why are we beating around the bush here?" 

Daniela smiled indulgently and intoned, "You're not helping; sometimes a woman simply can't be rushed!"

Dan Jr. wiped a greasy hand on his uniform and conceded, "True, but when I fall for one of them, I want a real goddess!" Dan Jr. flicked his hand towards the clipboard.

Sharon looked down and saw the name just below her own. "Kim Kardashian?" 

Daniela looked at Dan Jr. reproachfully, "What would possess you to use the 'g'-word? Do you WANT for your Grand Mother to get her panties all up in a bunch again?"

Dan Jr. reasoned, "Well that's what the magazine_"

Daniela interrupted, "Never mind what the magazine said, do you really think that you have anything that even looks like a shot with the Kim Kardashian that they show in those magazines?"

Dan Jr. sulked, "Well if he can get someone like Sharon, I can get_"

Daniela scolded, "That's just the point: A real, honest lover doesn't want to 'get' someone like Sharon or like Kim. He offers his undying love and he hopes that his beloved will return her love to him!"

Sharon interrupted, "Um, I don't want to seem ungrateful, but if I could meet this 'secret admirer' first, so that I might give him my answer in person?"

Daniela looked truly taken aback, "Well of course Sharon, if you aren't certain_"

Sharon protested, "No, no, I just think that it would be best if met him and I told him in person."

Daniela beamed proudly, "Do you see this? This is the difference between the love of a real woman and some magazine editor's 'Flavor of the Month!'" 

Daniela cupped Sharon's face and smiled warmly, "Of course Sharon; we will deliver the flowers to his room at Harrah's Resort. Just go to the bar at Harrah's tonight to meet him."

Dan Jr. got up and mumbled sullenly, "It could still happen_"

Daniela soothed, "Sure; sure it could. Now, why don't you go grab another bag of chips; we still have a long evening ahead of us!"

Sharon chuckled as she wiped down her work station. Sharon always enjoyed this part of her shift the best. Not only could she ignore the several late day customers and let the sandwich makers who were taking over for the evening shift worry about things for a half an hour, but she got to spend a little extra time with Effie. Then Sharon would go back home all alone to her studio apartment to wrap herself up in her snuggie and her fuzzy slippers then curl up with a good book.

Sharon pulled the bag from the first of the two trash cans and tied it. She shook her head: "Effie, you can't be serious! The last time that I even worried about Valentine's Day and 'Secret Admirers,' or any of that nonsense, I was just a girl!"

Effie paused and rested her knuckles on her hip while she raised an eyebrow, "Well, den it's 'bout time girl; time to put away those trashy 'Romance' novels of yours! You don't see none of us gettin' no younger. It be time to go out and get you some o' what you only read 'bout! Now, I want you to promise: tonight you will get all up in your nicest dress an' you will go to dat casino until dat handsome young man comes to buy you a drink!" 

Sharon tied off the second bag and gently chided, "Oh, it's just that easy! I go out and pick up some stranger, while you go home and have a nice cozy evening in the arms of your husband Nelson!"

Effie playfully snapped her towel at Sharon "Don't you change de subject to what I do wit my Man! We are talkin' bout you_"

Sharon picked up the empty condiment pots and led the way to the walk-in refrigerator while she pursed her lips, "Effie, seriously, look at me: I'm forty-two, divorced, I make sandwiches for minimum wage, I can hardly afford my rent even when Rob sends my alimony checks on time! I can't afford to go out to a fancy club_ and besides, any single man who is going out tonight will be looking for a much younger, much more attractive woman_

Anyway, I'm free now, why would I want to complicate my life with a man?"

Effie followed Sharon into the refrigerator and let the door close as she scolded, "Sharon McGee! Don't you be talkin' bout bein' free an nobody bein' out there lookin' for you! An' I am tired of that man o' mine wondrin' who's busy lovin' you up!"

Effie glared in a mock warning. "I promise you girl: it will not go easy, if tonight of all nights, I have to share my man's attention wit some skinny little white girl like you! Now here is what you are gonna do_" 

Sharon smiled as she changed gloves and started to retrieve the fresh condiment pots for the new shift. "Yes mother; I will go out tonight until some handsome stranger sweeps me off my feet and makes my life as wonderful as your great big teddy-bear, Nelson makes yours!"

Effie took out a pen and a twenty dollar bill; she wrote her name on the bill. She quickly folded the bill. "Dat's right! Plus, you will take no money but this_ an' Wednesday, you will give it back to me_"

Effie sniffed in answer to Sharon's look of disbelief. Then Effie hooked a finger in top of Sharon's Wawa issue polo shirt and stuffed the twenty dollar bill deep in-between Sharon's breasts, "Shut your mouth girl! Everybody knows dat pretty girls like us don't need to buy drinks for demselves! You jest hold on to dis an' Wednesday, you show me what you make of my investment!"

Sharon lingered in the lady's room just outside of Club Xhibition inside the Casino at Harrah's Resort: the most exciting, highest class club in perhaps the most wonderfully appointed Casino Resort in all of Atlantic City. 

Sharon nervously took out her lipstick to touch up her lips. Then she took inventory again. Sharon saw small bags under her sparkling coal black eyes. She also noticed that her eyes were now marred by new crow's feet_ Sharon pouted as she looked at the worry lines that were growing deeper around her mouth where her dimples used to be. 

Sharon shook out her curly black hair and saw that once again that her trusty, twenty years old little blue dress, hugged all of her curves; brazenly presenting her breasts like two ripe, succulent golden apples, swaddled seductively in blue lace straps and sequins; just as it had the night that she first met Rob. 

Slightly annoyed, Sharon shoved the thought of her philandering Ex-husband out of her mind. She looked down past the mid thigh lace hem to what she knew to be her best feature, her smooth, shapely legs then she grimaced at the beginnings of the tiny telltale varicose veins and then the un-manicured fingers of her calloused hands_ 

Suddenly, a gaggle of girls, all at least twenty years Sharon's junior entered. Sharon noticed immediately how their orange-tinged spray tans all seemed to clash with the bright colors of their fashionable cocktail dresses.

Sharon frowned as the young floosies that weren't rocking unsteadily on their stiletto heels as they fussed with their overly poufed hair-dos, were busy slapping each other's rumps, or stuffing straying silicone enhanced boobs back into place.

The girls all stopped as one and looked dismissively at the middle-aged woman in the hopelessly outdated cocktail dress. They stifled their giggles and began making comments about all of the attractive, young, wealthy men that were vying for their attentions tonight. The girls all trooped off as one to the far end of the washroom, giggling and whispering as they began to freshen up their make up; getting themselves ready for "Round Two." 

Sharon determinedly checked her look one last time. She pouted sexily then smiled to herself. She quickly put her lipstick away, fixed on her most confident smile and made for the exit. She strode out and instantly turned to walk her way around the circular hotel-casino lobby to the front entrance of the bar. She looked at the young couples dancing to the thumping, loud, unfamiliar music. They were drinking and laughing as Sharon passed rows of Club Xhibition's red and orange felt covered gaming tables.

Sharon passed the main entrance to the club, thinking: 'This is silly! I can't go in there; I'd look ridiculous; I'd be the oldest person in the place!'

Sharon kept on walking passed the circular club's gaming tables, towards the side entrance. She absently opened her clutch and grabbed the folded twenty dollar bill that Effie had given her. She thought: 'One drink. I'll just go into the side entrance, sit at the bar and buy myself a drink. I'll have one drink then I can go home!'

Sharon walked past the side entrance, watching the young men and women as they flirted, drank, danced and made their Valentine Eve hook-ups. Suddenly, Sharon bumped into a table and found herself wedged between two tall bar-chairs. She looked back at the club, put her twenty dollar bill onto the green felt covered bar and slid into a bar-stool.

A woman's voice gently snapped Sharon back to reality. "I'm sorry Ma'am, this is a Fifty dollar minimum table."

Sharon swiveled her head around and noticed the green blackjack layout and stared wide-eyed at the blackjack dealer. 

During the uncomfortable silence, a man's hand reached over from Sharon's left and dropped two green twenty-five dollar chips into the circle in front of her then he snatched the twenty dollar bill away. A deep, calm, manly voice intoned: "It's all right Decima, the Lady would like to try her luck."

Sharon glanced at the dealer's name plate and immediately tried to shrink into the cushy seat. As Sharon stared at the chips, Decima started to deal the cards.

Sharon looked blankly at the ten-card and the six-card in front of her. She groaned softly and she realized that not only had she just lost Effie's money, but she didn't have any idea how to play this game!

The man asked as Decima finished dealing the hands: "May I buy a drink for you?"

Sharon bit her lip, tucked her head and nodded. She desperately grabbed the highball glass that stood on a napkin to her left and drank it all down. She immediately shut her eyes and fought to swallow down the Scotch and Soda. 

The man hesitated for a moment then said: "Em, that will be two more please; Scotch and Soda."

After another uncomfortable silence, the man spoke again, "The Lady will stand; I'll take a hit here."

Sharon finally got a hold of herself and realized that stupidly, she had finished off the man's drink. She looked over at him for the first time and watched as the man, with the handsome face and the most distinguished salt and pepper hair, continued to play the three hands that he had in front and on either side of him. When he had finished, he turned back to Sharon and smiled a confident and friendly smile. He winked one light blue eye before he turned his gaze to the dealer hand.

The dealer flipped up a queen next to her five card and promptly dealt herself a nine card. The dealer declared: "Dealer breaks."

The dealer retrieved black chips and promptly paid the man two, one hundred dollar chips for each of his three hands. Then she took two green twenty-five dollar chips, adding them beside Sharon's two chips.

The man smiled and confided, "I think that we should leave it all up; what would you think?"

Sharon nodded dumbly as the man stacked his chips up on the three spots then waited politely. Sharon awkwardly stacked the four chips together in her circle. 

The dealer efficiently dealt out the new hand. 

Sharon looked down on her Ace-ten.

Sharon looked around to see the man smiling broadly as the dealer dealt herself a nine-card. The dealer called out "Blackjack!"

The dealer immediately retrieved one black and two green chips, placing them next to Sharon's one hundred dollar stack.

A waitress arrived with two drinks and the man gave her a green chip. Then the man calmly played out his hands and waited for the dealer to play out hers. 

Sharon took her drink and nervously began to drink.

The dealer flipped up a seven then dealt herself a six. 

The man breathed a sigh of relief as the dealer called out "Dealer breaks."

The man picked up his drink and smiled indulgently as Sharon finished her drink, "Er, um, hi, please call me George."

Sharon smiled, shook George's hand and murmured, "Sharon." 

George looked at Sharon with a gentle concern, "Is everything all-right Sharon?"

Sharon breathed deeply, gathered her newfound courage and smiled winningly, "Why yes George; everything simply is wonderful!" 

George stood and smiled warmly as he picked his drink up, "Well then Sharon, perhaps we might cash these chips in and go for a stroll, maybe go and get something to eat?"

The dealer politely noted, "I'm sorry Sir, I'll have to ask you to keep your drink at the table; or go to the club."

George put the drink back down and apologized to the dealer as Sharon placed her hand on Dan's arm. George looked into Sharon's dark, sparkling eyes.

Sharon smiled widely, "George, why don't we schtay for juscht one more hand?"

George looked uncertainly from Sharon to Decima, "Well, all right, if you would like to sit for another few moments_"

Sharon giddily stacked all of her chips into one stack in her circle as George reduced his three bets to one hand of fifty dollars.

Sharon watched as a ten-card then a seven-card were placed in front of her. She smiled to George, waiting for him to tell her what to do.

George smiled back weakly then he slid two more chips forward to his circle. "The Lady will stay. I'll double."

Sharon looked at the six-card and the five-card in front of Dan. 

The dealer dealt George a three-card then she turned over a two-card next to her ten-card. 

Sharon watched as the dealer dealt herself a four-card then a six-card. 

The dealer called out, "Dealer Breaks."

George looked over to Sharon with a relieved look, as the dealer quickly paid out one hundred dollars to Dan and two hundred and fifty dollars to Sharon. 

George suavely took two green chips and slid them to Decima, "Tip for the dealers. Thank you for fine evening. We'd like to color-in now." 

Sharon impulsively picked up George's drink as Decima slid a single purple five hundred dollar chip to her. She quickly snatched the chip up and grabbed her clutch purse then she started to chug down the cool, reassuring drink.

As George quickly restacked his green and black chips, Sharon finished George's drink then happily watched George pick up a medium sized stack of purple chips.

George startled as he turned and watched Sharon put down his empty high-ball glass. Without missing another beat, George gently took Sharon's arm and firmly suggested, "Here why don't we go for that walk now Sharon? Have you seen the atrium and the pool club? It's much nicer and quieter than the bar at the club here. We might walk for a little while, or sit; we could even get ourselves something to eat while we talk and watch the people swim?"


Nothing Left To Lose



This is my first submission to Literotica. I also extend my sincerest apologies to NTRmaster for hijacking his "Reunited" series, in my foolish attempts to offer some smidgen of resolution to the pathetic life of Terence.

*****

My name is Terence, but most would just know me as the cuckold wimp that people could push around, humiliate and ruin.

His name was Todd. But I just remember him as the asshole bastard motherfucker who ruined my life.

Amy, Angela, and Lisa. They were beautiful women who used to emotionally mean something to me. I pictured a life of bliss and contentment with each and every one of them, at different points in my life. They each meant something to me, a ray of hope, a glimmer of happiness that I thought could grow into something long-lasting and strong. I pictured having children and grandchildren with them.

Not anymore. God and Todd saw to that.

---

My mistake was thinking I could be better than Todd. My mistake was thinking that I could stand up to him and prove I was the better man. My mistake was thinking that I could face him and bash him down for the multitude of hurts he had heaped upon me when we went to high school together. My mistake was thinking I had friends, business partners and colleagues who I could trust to help me in my plans to build myself up in my fight against the man who took pleasure in belittling me and tearing me down publicly. My mistake was putting trust in others when I should have put trust only in myself and my meager, limited strengths.

My mistakes cost me my pride, my dignity, my career and my livelihood. My mistakes cost me Amy, who betrayed me and our short marriage, smugly confessing how she, my business partners and lawyers had only used me for my money. My mistakes cost me Angela, who betrayed me when she collaborated with Todd to ruin me financially, stabbing me in the back and ruining my plans for financial revenge against Todd. My mistakes cost me Lisa, who spat on our marriage vows and ran off with Todd to join his harem, to join Amy and Angela in their lives of sexual hedonism with Todd. My mistakes cost me my life, and nearly my sanity.

---

God had forsaken me. Todd would always win, and in trying to stand up against him, I would always lose. And I have kept losing, over and over.

There was no reason to be happy anymore. There was no reason to smile. There was no reason to feel.

I have nothing left to lose.

Does that make me a dangerous man? Hardly. I could barely eke out a living working as a stockboy at the local 24-hour convenience store. But the utility bills are paid at the end of every month, I have enough to buy groceries, not that I eat much nowadays anyway, and my right hand keeps me marginally satisfied when the urge takes me to relieve what little sexual tension I experience every few months or so.

I no longer have any family to speak of, not anymore. I had shunned them all, or rather they had shunned me, after what had happened to me repeatedly in these many years. Friends? I have none, at least none that I could trust or share my sorrows with. I couldn't take the chance of trusting anyone ever again, not after what had happened with Amy, Angela and Mark. And I shy away from bars and restaurants, no reason for me to expose myself to the world any longer. There didn't seem to be a point to even try to be sociable anymore, since I was very sure that Todd would make it his pleasure to cut me down for even thinking of becoming whole again. I barely even speak to anyone at work, the only thing I say is "Thanks, boss" to the store manager when he hands me my weekly paycheck.

And to think I used to be a business success, with my own company worth some few million dollars! But I was a fool to think I deserved that success. Just another cruel practical joke God crushed me with.

So here I am, living a daily non-existence, barely visible when I look at myself in the bathroom mirror; just the television and shadows as the only thing keeping me company at night. I stopped believing in the light at the end of the tunnel. God, Todd and company saw to it that the light was snuffed out, leaving me groping in the dark.

I'm lying on the jagged, rocky bottom of life. Could I sink any lower? Unfortunately, I could. And surprisingly, I'm looking forward to it. And it was all thanks to my boss and some cartons of beer.

---

I have no idea why the store manager suddenly would want to give me a stun gun. It's not like my life is worth much now, even though I do work nights taking care of the stock room behind the store. I can't even picture myself having the guts to face anyone who tried to rob the store if they were carrying guns. But the manager gave it to me just the same, and he told me why.

"Vern's pawnshop down the street got held up last night, and he lost a lot of merchandise and cash. So, you gotta carry this thing and you gotta take good care of the stock; make damn sure nothing happens to the stock. And I'm taking out the cost of that thing outta your paycheck."

"Thanks, boss," I said.

---

The stun gun was really heavy in my pocket, as I carried cartons of beer out of the stock room to stock the chillers at the far end of the store. I was crouched down, stacking beer cans on the lower shelves when I heard the the store bell, and their laughter, as they walked into the store.

"Todd, that was just so naughty! I can't believe I came that much!" I didn't recognize the woman's voice, but I definitely recognized his. My blood froze and my face felt hot as I heard her say his name.

"You better believe it, baby! I don't come by this side of the country as often as I want to, and I sure as hell wouldn't want to visit this shitty little part of town, but I'm glad I did tonight! Aren't you happy I took you away from that wimpy little pissant you were with at the bar just now?" Todd said, still cocksure and arrogant as ever.

Perhaps he had every right to be, considering that God had blessed his life with all the benefits and qualities only reserved for the chosen few. A well-endowed cock, good looks, money in the bank, confidence and intelligence, the list went on and on.

I peeked from behind the shelves and I saw that the woman he was with was practically half-naked, her nipples peeking out from her tight black dress, blonde and statuesque, her arms wrapped around his waist, and her frilly pink panties around her left ankle.

I couldn't decide which was heavier, my blue balls or the stun gun in my hip pocket.

"I just couldn't tear my eyes away from you when I saw you walk up to the pool table, like there was some attraction between us. I just got immediately wet! And I am glad you took me away from Arnold, otherwise I wouldn't get to feel your humongous cock inside me when you drove us away from there! God, I'm still wet and I need to use the ladies room!" she started giggling like a little girl as Todd pushed her away.

"Go ahead, I'm going to grab some beers and I'll wait for you in the car," he said, slapping her ass and laughing again.

I carried the half-empty carton of beer on my shoulder, shielding my face from Todd, and walked back into the stock room.

Setting the carton down by the wall, I slipped out the back door of the convenience store and pulled out the stun gun from my pocket. After so many emotionless years, I dared to curl my lips into a smile.

---

I had sank lower than I ever thought I could, and by everything unholy in life, I was looking forward to seeing much further I could sink.

I was in my basement, standing over Todd. Naked Todd. Naked Todd lying face-down on my dirty basement floor, his hands bound behind his back, his eyes closed shut with duct tape.

The stun burns were black pinpricks on the left side of his neck. The arrogant bastard didn't see me coming as I walked up to his 1965 Mustang convertible and slammed a few thousand volts of electricity into his body. There was that fleeting moment of doubt when I thought that God might take this opportunity to play another practical joke on me, and the stun gun batteries would have been drained, or that Todd would have been able to fight off the initial shock and recovered enough to beat the living tar out of me. Maybe his conquest for the night might have come out of the restroom a few seconds earlier and come to her fuck buddy's rescue, or maybe my boss would have noticed me missing from the stock room and come looking for me.

But the fleeting moment of doubt passed, when I realized again that I had nothing left to lose.

So here I stand; after shocking Todd with enough electricity to make him piss and shit his pants and pass out, after pushing him over to the passenger seat, after driving his cherry-red Mustang with the lights off and parking it behind my house, after carrying him into the basement, stripping him naked and taping him up (if there's one thing I should thank God for is the invention of duct tape), the drool escaping his lips onto the dirty floor, the stench of his feces clinging to his butt and the inside of his thighs, here I stand.

I couldn't decide whether to wake him by kicking him in the nuts or pissing in his face.

---

My mistake was thinking I could be better than Todd. My mistake was thinking that I could stand up to him and prove I was the better man. My mistake was thinking that I could face him and bash him down for the multitude of hurts he had heaped upon me when we went to high school together.

My mistake was trying to measure myself up to his standards, when all I had to do was play down to my own!

I could never face him in a fair fight; he had God and friends on his side. In order to cut him down, I should have snuck up behind him and stabbed him in the back, in effect I should have done what I did to him with the stun gun tonight. I could never stand up to him to fight him off when he had friends and supporters standing behind him, while my corner was bereft of the same.

Me, be better than Todd? Unlikely. And as I let loose a stream of hot piss directly onto his head, I realize I never want to be better than him.

At this very moment, I planned to be worse than him.

As I continue pissing, I made a mental list of the things I would need to get when I go back to work later: rope, fresh batteries, duct tape, a 12" metal pipe, duct tape, box cutters, duct tape, and more duct tape. Suddenly I was very glad I worked in a convenience store.

Todd started to wake up just as I finished pissing on him, so I jolted him again. He flapped on the floor like a fish and then shit himself again before passing out. Mental note: add mop and bucket to the list.

My purchases would have to wait until I could drive Todd's Mustang a few miles away from the house and torch it.

---

"Where the hell have you been, Terence?!" my boss bellowed at me as I walked back into the stock room. "You didn't finish stacking the beer!"

I quietly tried to explain, "I had to go home and change, I spilled..."

"I can see you changed clothes, dumbass, and I don't give a shit what you spilled! Now get the fuck back to work!" he interrupted me, then walked back out to the storefront.

"Thanks, boss," I said.

---

"Todd, wake up."

He was still drooling on my floor. I looked around and I realized I should clean out the basement more often.

"Hunh? What the hell? Why is it so dark?" Todd groaned his questions so quietly I could barely hear him.

"It's dark because your eyes are taped shut," I said.

"What? Who is that?"

"It's Terence."

"Terence? Who?"

"I'm sorry, Todd. I forgot. It's me, beak-boy."

"Beak-boy? What the hell?!" He raised his voice and twisted his neck, trying to look behind him. A bit hard to do when you're lying face-down with your hands tied behind your back and your legs spread and tied up to the basement walls, your balls exposed.

"Where in the hell did you think you could do this to me? After all this time, you still haven't learned your lesson, have you, you cuckold pussy wimp?" Even in his current position, he couldn't help but put me in my place beneath him, as his sexual inferior.

"I have learned my lesson, Todd. You are my superior in every way. Financially, sexually; I could never compete with you," I said.

"That's right, beak-boy! You're a loser! Everybody knows you're a loser! Your former wives, your ex-girlfriends, everybody! So let me up before I - AAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGHHH!"

I can imagine how difficult it is to continue talking when someone hits you in the nuts with a 12" metal pipe.

---

I was in the kitchen, heating up a can of tomato soup. I don't eat much nowadays. But I do still need to eat, and I need to keep my strength up if I intend to go to work tomorrow.

After spending around twenty minutes practicing my golf swing with my now-trusty metal pipe on Todd's nutsack, he screamed over and over again until he passed out. I could have sworn I heard him apologizing to me about something or other before he fainted, but that may have been wishful thinking on my part, or maybe God playing tricks on me again.

I refused to hope that God or Todd would ever be on my side in anything.

As I slowly walked out of the basement to the kitchen, I added steel-toed workboots to my mental list. I figured I should practice kicking balls around if I ever decided to try out for the NFL in the future. And Todd's balls were large enough to practice on.

As I slowly sipped the tomato soup and watching the clock on the wall ticked the seconds of the night away, I made another mental list, this time a list of names.

Amy. Angela. Mark. Lisa. Vicky. Jeff. The cheerleaders. The jocks. My former lawyers. My former business partners. The list was long, but I have a lot of time on my hands now, thanks to all of them. I'm now just a stockboy in a run-down convenience store, with no emotional life and nothing left to lose.

I should take my time, since there's no need to rush into things and go cross-country looking for all of them. Besides, I still need to go to work tomorrow, and after work I still need to practice my golf swing on Todd's nuts in the basement.

And I still need to test out the box cutters on Todd's fingers and cock. It wouldn't do to purchase something without finding out if they work or not.

For the second time in a span of these few hours, I dared to curl my lips into a smile.



Nothing Left to Lose



"Well honey, it's been fun," Jake said as he began to downshift and glide the big rig over to the shoulder. "Vegas is my turnaround. Best place for cheap food is a casino and they're as thick as fiddlers in hell in this town. Here."

He handed her a box of Trojans.

"Love is free now but the clap ain't. And here's something else I want you to have." He handed her a thin paperback book. She held it in her hand as if she'd never seen a book before.

"Zen and the Art of Archery... what this?" Victoria asked, bewildered.

"It's short. And it aint about archery. It won't take up much room in your rucksack. You can thank me later."

"I'll thank you now. It's probably the nicest thing anyone's ever given me," she exclaimed, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I love it!" 

She held the book to her breast and closed her eyes as if she could draw its mysterious knowledge directly into her bosom.

The big truck ground to a halt. Dusk was beginning to settle and the flashing neon from dozens of casinos began to blossom and blink.

Victoria stepped down onto the gravel shoulder as Jake leaned over to the open passenger side window.

"Remember - wherever you go, there you are," he said with a grin. "See ya!"

The big rig made a slow, wide u-turn and then, with a blast of his horn, rumbled away.

"Eenie, meenie, minie, moe, catch a hippie by the toe," she sang to herself, scanning the road ahead. One sign stood out among the rest. It was shaped like a painter's palette with the words Desert Inn splashed across it in large, elongated letters.

"I'm in the desert, so Desert Inn it is!" she announced to no one but herself.

***

Las Vegas, 1967.

Victoria walked into the foyer of the Desert Inn casino and stood there, taking it all in. Chandeliers, mirrors everywhere, the sounds of slot machine handles being pulled and released, ka-chunck, bells and buzzers, the insistent hum of an industrial AC system on full blast. In the casino itself she could see gaming tables and roulette wheels, surrounded by a throng of people of every shape, size, and color. Gliding among them like exotic fish, tight-skirted waitresses with big boobs popping out of push-up bras carried trays of free, watered down vodka tonics.

Even though Dolores had washed her miniskirt earlier than morning, Victorian was sweaty from riding all day in an un-air-conditioned truck. Her pussy juices had soaked her panties while she masturbated for Jake and actually ran down her inner thighs a bit. And she could feel some encrusted cum on her ass and hips from the threeway in Tucson. She lowered her shades and strode confidently into the casino proper where she knew the restrooms were. 

Once in the women's room she found a sink in the corner and set her daypack on the floor. After splashing cold water on her face, she unzipped the front of the one-piece miniskirt until it fell away to the cold tiles at her feet. She stood there topless in her thin panties and saw a million of her in the full-length mirrors that surrounded her and covered the ceiling. With effort, though slight, she wiggled out of the tight panties.

There was no one in the restroom but there could be at any moment. Still, Victoria was mesmerized by what she saw in the mirror: a beautiful young woman with long, tan legs, shapely but almost athletic; tight rounded butt and firm thighs; thin waist with a hint of stomach bump curving up to her modestly sized breasts; soft shoulders on which fell her long straight brown hair, playfully disheveled. Pale tan lines outlined her thick dark bush and triangular area around her pink nipples. She turned and admired her form from every side. 

Wetting some paper towels she began to give herself a sponge bath. She wiped off the sweat on her neck, upper chest, under her arms and breasts. She wetted a fresh paper towel and, placing one foot on the counter, began to work between her legs. After a few wipes, however, the sensation on her clit just began to make her wet again. 

With a sigh she hopped up on the counter and swung one leg over the sink so she could splash water on her pussy. As the stream of water warmed up she examined her labia in the mirror. They were a slightly darker pink than the pinkness inside the lips. With her thumb and index finger she spread the lips wider. She could just make out the small dark opening to her vagina and at the top of the slit, the small round button of her clit. The casino's restroom mirror was giving her the best look at her sex she'd ever had. She was fascinated.

So this was where it all happened. She probed the folds of her inner lips and felt them slowly dampening with a slick, viscous liquid. It was thrilling to think she could be discovered at any second. She slipped the tip of a finger into her cunt hole. Her soft labia closed around it. She pushed her finger in deeper and curled it upward to stroke the top of her vaginal opening. Glancing up to her breasts in the mirror she confirmed what her senses were reporting: the nipples on her B cup breasts were hard and pointing slightly upward.

She liked the fact that her tits pointed up. Perky was what Lydia in gym class called them. She didn't mind the beauty mark on the underside of her right breast, or that the left breast was slightly bigger; she'd frequently noticed the same thing in the breasts of the other girls in the gym shower, no matter how voluptuously big or firm and tiny her classmate's breasts were. 

Of course Susie O. had perfect tits. Just like the Playboy centerfold they'd giggled over at the sleepover, finding it under the mattress of Susie's older brother Kent, then taking off their own t-shirts and bras to compare notes. Susie's were big, firm, and bouncy and identically perfect. Kim's were small like Victoria's but with big puffy nipples. Jean's were the biggest and hung lower than she liked, but they all agreed that boys didn't really care as long as the girls let them touch. Then they noticed the window blinds were open and when Susie went to close them, she saw that someone was looking through a gap in the blinds in the next door neighbor's window. "Kent's next door visiting his friend Andy, let's give them a show," Kim said, and even though it was her brother over there, Susie agreed. They kept the blinds open and made exaggerated movements to stand in front of the window and push their breasts right up to each other, nipple to nipple, giggling. Jean and Kim stripped down to their panties and Victoria followed suit, going so far as to pull the front of their underwear down to the top of their bushes, letting a little pussy hair peek over. They turned around with their butts to the window and pulled their panties down lower to show their butts. "Bend lower," Susie commanded, "so they can see your pussy slots!" Then Susie took the cord that controlled the blinds and counted down, one, two, three. On three the girls turned around and after only a moment of beaver shots, Susie closed the blinds as they all fell to the floor laughing.

Victoria couldn't take her eyes off Susie's magnificent breasts that night. She wanted to touch them but of course couldn't admit that. She still liked to think about Susie's tits when she caressed her own, as she was doing now.

She heard the outer door to the restroom open, and climbed off the counter. Still naked, she stood at the sink, washing her hands as if it was the most natural thing in the world to be naked in the casino's women's room. A middle-aged woman in a short, tight, black skirt and high heels clicked by her and entered a stall, smiling but saying nothing. 

Victoria finished her sponge bath and fished some clothes out of her bag, a long, flowing Indian print skirt and a white peasant blouse, which she pulled on over her naked body. No panties and since she didn't currently own a bra, braless. The top three buttons of the blouse were open, showing her chest freckles and just a bit more than a hint of the inside curve of her breasts. She brushed her hair, popped a white, then walked out toward the tables just as an elderly gray-haired woman came in. Victoria smiled.

She approached one of the stacked cocktail waitresses who was more tanned as she was. "I left my key in my room. Is there some place I can leave my bag while I'm at the tables?" she asked innocently.

"Of course, I'll put it behind the front desk for you," the waitress said, smiling knowingly. "Here's your complimentary starter package and thank you for choosing the Desert Inn."

In the plastic bag was a color brochure, one meal ticket, three drink tickets, and five red $5 chips. 

Victoria strolled among the tables until she'd lost sight of the waitress. She could turn in the chips for $25, get a fee meal, and maybe barter the drink tickets to a wino for a couple of bucks. She began to head toward the exit.

Suddenly she felt a hand on her upper arm, firmly guiding her over to the side of the room. Busted. 

"You have to play your chips," the chunky middle-aged man in loud Hawaiian shirt said. He was wearing khaki cargo shorts, shades, and a straw fedora just a little too small. 

"Fuck that, they gave them to me," Victoria said, shaking her arm loose. 

"If you show up at the window with five red chips they're going to ask to see your room key, and we both know there's no key."

"Who the fuck are you?"

"A friend."

"Well I don't know how to play any of this shit."

"Blackjack. It's the only game you have even a cunt hair's chance of winning. There's only two things you need to know: always split aces and eights, and quit while you're ahead."

"I don't even know what that means - the aces and eights part. 

The man sighed. "Okay, here's the deal. You're going to get some cards and the dealer will get some cards. You want to get as close to 21 as you can without going over. So be careful. The dealer has to draw a card at 16 but you don't. That's your advantage. So play it safe. And remember, there's a shitload of face cards in the deck, so just assume that the next card will always count as ten."

"Will you play with me?" she asked.

"No darlin', I'm on duty. Security. I'm here to keep the riff-raff out," he grinned. 

"You're awfully kind. I wish there was some way I could repay you," she replied, trying to sound sexy. "Something that I can do for you on my knees?"

He raised his shades and looked her in the eyes. "That'll get you kicked out of here like an extra point and me fired. Besides," he paused. "You remind me of somebody. I'm doing this for her. Have fun. Oh, and if you're down to one chip, take a break and use your meal ticket."

He glanced over her shoulder. She turned to look and when she turned back, he was gone.

She strolled down a line of blackjack tables and stopped at one with only a couple of people seated. The dealer was a stern-looking blond woman, about 45. She looked like she'd seen it all. Sitting down, Victoria placed her chips on the table as she saw the others had done. The dealer was shuffling three decks of cards with stunning precision. Victoria saw the other players place one $5 chip in front of them. She did the same.

"All bets down," the dealer intoned and began dealing cards. Victoria got a seven and a six. The dealer had one card face down and a five. Mimicking the other players, when her turn came around, Victoria tapped her cards to indicate one more. The blond woman dealt her a king. Busted. The dealer scooped up Victoria's chip without batting an eye.

On the next round Victoria got to 17 and held. The dealer drew to 18. Another chip lost. The dealer busted on the following round, gaining Victoria a chip. But she lost the next two hands and was down to her last two chips. Time for a dinner break after one more hand. While the dealer was shuffling, a dark haired man in a tuxedo stepped up from behind the tables and whispered into the dealer's ear. She remained expressionless.

The first card Victoria got was an ace. The second card was also an ace. The dealer looked at her expectantly.

"I want to split the aces, how do I do that?" Victoria asked, hesitantly.

"Just separate them and place an equal bet on the second ace," the dealer said.

Victoria put her last chip on top of the Ace of Hearts.

The dealer slapped a jack down on top of the first ace, and a queen on top of the second. The Queen of Hearts.

"Double Blackjack!" the dealer announced and the other players murmured with a mixture of envy and disgust. The dealer put two chips on top of each of Victoria's for a total of six. She was up.

A drink waitress with 36DDs stood by Victoria's elbow with a tray of cocktails in her hand. "Seven and seven or Jack and Coke?" she asked.

"No thanks," Victoria said sweetly. "But I'd like a Dr. Pepper."

"We don't make those - what's in it?" the puzzled waitress asked.

"Never mind," Victoria said. "I guess I'll take that Coke drink you mentioned."

Two hours and six Jacks later, Victoria stood up somewhat uncertainly and headed to the cash window with $200 worth of chips. Another busty waitress appeared, tall with a blond bouffant hairdo, and gently steadied her with an arm around her waist. Victoria noticed two dark areola peeking out from the top her skimpy push-up bra. One boob had a nametag that said "Wendy". "Let me take you to a special VIP window," the Amazon said in a surprisingly high voice.

"Okay," Victoria said, watching the tops of the waitress's ample melons jiggle as she swayed on her three inch heels.

At the window was a distinguished gray haired man in a crisp white shirt and red vest. "Will you take care of this VIP, Tom?" Wendy said.

"You bet," he smiled. He took her chips, counted them, then wrote a note on a slip of paper. "Just take this up to the ninth floor and you'll get your cash."

The elevator door opened with a soft ding. Instead of a hallway with numbered rooms, she looked out on a lavish foyer with a sunken lounge area, exotic potted plants, enormous aquarium, and leather-covered love seats. A fountain bubbled over a cliff of river stones in the corner. She didn't see a soul.

Suddenly a deep, stately voice broke the eerie silence.

"All days are nights to see till I see thee, and nights bright days when dreams do show thee me," intoned a man's voice from the shadows behind her. She turned, startled. 

Her eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light, and then she could make out a figure seated in high-backed leather chair. He was sixty or sixty-five, thin with long gray hair that hung straight down the side of his head. He wore loose-fitting pajama pants, a loose cotton Mexican wedding shirt, and a smoking jacket tied with a sash. His face was largely covered with a thick gray beard and bushy eyebrows. Deep lines creased the sides of his face and forehead. She could detect a slight smile in his mysterious face, mainly in the wrinkles that bunched at the corners of his sparkling dark eyes.

"I have a slip here for $200," Victoria said, trying to sound confident.

"Of course you do. Congratulations."

"It wasn't skill, it was luck," she replied matter-of-factly.

"I meant congratulations for knowing when to stop," he said, standing. "Follow me."

***

He led her down a long hallway past framed photographs of Hollywood starlets from the 30s and 40s. As they passed an open door she could see a room full of television monitors stacked one upon the other, built into the walls. She paused to look in. All the screens were on, and she could see that every single aspect of the casino's operations was on view: the gambling floor, the bar, the restaurant, the kitchen, hotel rooms, and bathrooms. It was clear that none of the people on the screens knew they were being watched.

She looked at him. He looked at her.

"So you could see me washing myself in the women's room?"

"Oh yes. You put on quite a show."

"I didn't mean to."

"You didn't? You certainly took your time. You removed all your clothes, every bit. You examined your naked body in the mirror from several angles. You washed your breasts over and over, tweaking your nipples until they were hard. And you washed your vaginal area for a long time, with one leg propped up over the sink. Anyone could have walked in on you at any time and seen a better show that we have on our stage."

"Somebody was paying a lot of attention."

"That's what I do. Pay attention, that is."

Victoria scanned across the wall of monitors. One section showed the gaming tables in the casino, from directly above. The public restrooms, for both women and men, were also viewed from directly above to show the stalls as well as the sinks. The hotel bedrooms, however, had a camera positioned somewhere on the wall - in a picture perhaps? - and another overhead camera in the bathroom with a clear view of the bath and shower. The black and white images, recorded without sound, were grainy and poorly lit, and many of the scenes were motionless and devoid of people. But not all.

In one bedroom she saw a big, burly man in a bathrobe, which was open, and a slighter man, in tight briefs, on his knees, sucking the erect cock of the standing man. She was fascinated to see how a man sucked cock. She took note of how he cradled the big man's balls with one hand and stroked the base of the man's cock with the other, in a circular motion, as his mouth pushed back and forth over the head. 

She watched as the big cock grew bigger. The man on his knees pushed his mouth on the dick farther and farther until it got to where he couldn't take it anymore. Then the big man put a hand on the back of his head and thrust deeper until the kneeling man gagged. The standing man withdrew his cock but as soon as the kneeling man had caught his breath, he was right back on it.

She couldn't take her eyes away from the scene but she had to see what else was going on. 

In another bedroom an older woman with gray hair and glasses was sitting on a chair, naked, sucking the dick of a younger man in a business suit and tie. Her blouse was unbuttoned and Victoria could see her lacy black bra pushing the woman's boobs together. The woman sucked in a very methodical rhythm and neither of them seemed to be in a rush. Victoria noticed the woman only went past the head for an inch before pulling back, and moved her mouth in a circular motion, similar to the way the kneeling man used his hand. Victoria took note of this.

It got kinkier.

On another screen she saw a big, beautiful woman lying completely naked on a bed, spread-eagled, her enormous boobs spilling out toward the sides, her legs spread wide, while five men naked from the waist down knelt around her, stroking their dicks, positioning themselves to ejaculate on her bush, stomach, thighs, tits, and face. 

She watched the men jerk off for a minute then glanced over to another scene, a young couple was standing by the bed - fully clothed with the exception that one of the woman's breast was out - arms writhing around each other like octopuses, making out, kissing deeply. She watched their mouths open wider and saw their tongues dancing, wrestling with each other in that warm, wet space. His hand reached up to cup her exposed breast, kneading it, then finding the nipple and pinching it hard. She saw the woman gasp. Her hand was inside his shirt, rubbing furiously on his chest. Victoria could see thick dark chest hair under her hand. With his other hand he was reaching down to her thigh and sliding it up under her skirt. She was wearing sheer pantyhose. He rubbed circles over her ass then slipped his band inside the elastic waist band to reach down and grab her butt cheek, hard. She pushed her sex into his, arching her back, and though the video was silent Victoria could swear she the woman moan.

She wanted to watch each screen but she didn't want to miss anything that might be going on somewhere else. Glancing back at the voluptuous woman on her back, Victoria could see that one of the men had come on the woman's breasts, and it looked from the rapid motions of the man kneeling by her face that he was about to come too. Looking back to the two gay men she saw that the big man had already come. His dick hung down, still long but not erect, and the kneeling man was wiping his face with a white t-shirt.




Nothing Left to Lose



Victoria looked over at the mysterious older man who masterminded this bizarre theater of erotic delights. "How do you choose?" she asked, genuinely.

"That's an excellent question my dear," he said, almost sadly. "I spend all day and most of the night trying to answer it."

She glanced back to a screen showing the blackjack tables, where she had just been. She realized he'd been watching her there too, and wondered if luck or skill really had anything to do with her winnings.

"Do you see anything you like?" the older man asked. 

Victoria nodded. "That woman in the sequins has a great rack," she said. They reminded her of Susie O's. He pressed a button below the monitor and picked up a headset. "Camera twelve, manual control," he spoke into the microphone. Placing his hand on a dial at a console, he began to adjust the picture. Slowly, the camera zoomed in on the woman's cleavage. Soon her enormous breast filled the screen. He grew quiet, and she saw him put his left hand inside his loose pajama pants. His bulge was huge, and growing. Then, he stopped.

"As you can see, we have everything you could want in here, twenty-four hours a day. Every kind of sexual activity, every sexual preference, every kind of human body, body part, sex organ. It can get overwhelming sometimes."

"Do you jerk off in here?"

"Yes I do. But not as much lately. I want to see new things, always newer things, and that's harder and harder to come by. And I wish I could hear them. The ear is highly erotic organ you know."

"No, I didn't know that."

"For example, in this one," he said, pointing to a bedroom scene in which a newlywed couple was making love missionary style. The woman was on her back with her legs spread wide, wearing white stockings held up by garters and nothing else. The man, much bigger, with dark curly hair covering his back, was still wearing his black dress socks. He was thrusting in and out of her pussy as fast as a woodpecker, Victoria thought. She couldn't believe he was able to keep up that pace but he was showing no sign of slowing.

"What do you think they're saying? What do you think the woman is saying?"

"She's probably saying, fuck me honey, fuck me hard! Give me that big dick in my wet pussy."

"Excellent! But you see, his dick really isn't that big. Would she still be saying that?"

"Yes she would. It makes his dick hard to hear her say that so she gets a bigger, harder dick out of it."

"What would you be saying if you were being fucked by that young man?"

"Umm. I'd probably be saying, 'oh baby, slide that cock up my cunt, all the way, I'm so wet for you," Victoria cooed. "I want you to come in my pussy. I want you to, oh yeah, just like that, I want you to shoot your jizz up my pussy and fill it with your cum until it drips out my pussy and oozes down to my ass. I want to swim in your cum baby."

She noticed her host's hand was back on his dick, his right hand this time. With his left hand he pulled his pajamas down to reveal an erect eight inch cock. His balls were big and tight in his scrotum, which we cupped in his left hand. He sat down in a leather office chair in front of the monitor and continued to stroke his cock.

"Continue," he said.

"Oh I love to feel that rock hard cock of yours pump my pussy," Victoria whispered with a moan. "Pump me baby! Give me that big monster cock. Fill my cunt hole with that shaft," she said, staring at his growing cock instead of the monitor. "Yes, yes, yes," she chanted in time with his strokes. She began to moan, as if she was getting fucked herself. Without realizing it she had put her own hand down the top of her skirt and was plunging her fingers into her sex. His hand was pumping harder and faster and she could tell he was about to come. She moved over closer to him, pulling her blouse over her head, positioning herself to receive his semen wherever he wanted to shoot it. She began to reach for this cock.

"No!" he said, firmly, stopping his hand at the top of his penis, gripping it. "I don't want anything from you. I don't want anything from anybody." She could see his dick already starting to soften.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know," she stammered. "Don't stop, keep going."

"That's OK. I need to stop for a minute, catch my breath. I need to get some Kleenex anyway. Where is that damn Kleenex?" he looked around impatiently. He got up and walked to a cabinet. Inside it was stuffed entirely with hundreds of neatly stacked boxes of tissues. He took one, opened it, and sat back in his chair. The young couple had stopped fucking; the young man had come quickly and rolled over and now appeared to be sleeping. The bathroom camera showed the woman on the toilet, the image steaming up from hot shower running beside her.

"When was the last time you were fucked?" he asked, reaching into his pants again.

"Yesterday, at a truckstop motel."

"Tell me about it. Was it someone you knew? Someone who picked you up? What did he look like? What did he say to you to get you to fuck him?"

"He was a truck driver who'd given me a ride. I'd blown him on the drive. He had a girlfriend at the truckstop and we did him together."

"You had a threesome?" he said, excitedly. "Tell me what she looked like."

"She was a big, beautiful woman. About thirty. Big hips, big round butt, big thighs. Pretty narrow waist though, a real hourglass figure. Big tits. She was so fucking sexy."

"Did you do her too?"

"No, we just took turns with him."

"Did he fuck both of you?"

"Yes. But first we sucked him. I sucked his cock while she kissed him, then we switched and I made out with him while she sucked him. Then I sucked him while she licked his balls, and we switched off on that too. Then she climbed up on his cock and rode the shit out of him while I kissed him and dangled my tits in his face. We switched and I rode his cock while she sat on his face and he ate her pussy. We just kept taking turns doing all this crazy shit."

"Did he come in your pussy?"

"Yes, after he had come in her pussy. He had a lot of cum. After we rested awhile we started in again and he came in her mouth."

"Did you come?"

"Yes I did, it was far out. I came while I was sitting on his face and he was licking the fuck out of my clit. I just fucking drenched his face with my pussy juice."

The older man's cock was even bigger and harder than it had been before. Suddenly he groaned and leaned back in his chair, his cock extended over his belly. He spasmed once, twice, three times in ecstasy, but nothing came out of his penis. Then he spasmed once more and a small amount of semen oozed from the tip of his cock and began to slide down the underside of his shaft. He moaned once again, soft and low this time.

"That was wonderful," he said, more relaxed than she had yet seen him. "I want to hear more about your exploits. But first I want you to have a nice relaxing bath. It's all prepared for you. I've also had some clothes laid out for you. A woman of your beauty needs to be adorned with fur and jewels.

Just then an attendant appeared with a small black bag.

"This is Maurice. He'll show you to the bath. And if you don't mind he'll also administer a little blood test to make sure you're healthy - for both of our sakes. It won't hurt a bit and we'll have the results by the time you're finished with your bath."

"That's kind of crazy you know," Victoria said.

"Yes, I know," he said. "You're being so sweet to cooperate. I'll make it worth your while. In the meantime, relax and enjoy."

And with that he waved his hand and turned to look at a different wall of monitors. Victoria looked at Maurice for some sign as to what she should do. He looked at her impassively, then said with a slight smile, "I ran it a little hot knowing that you might not be ready to get in right away. That was ten minutes ago. By calculation, the water will be perfect in exactly one minute."

He bent slightly toward a door opening into another room. 

'I could really use a bath,' Victoria thought. 'And what the hell. I can't wait to see what this crazy goofball comes up with next.' She stood up and followed Maurice through the door.



Nothing Left to Lose



Sharon giggled girlishly as she stood and slipped her arm into George's arm. "That schounds jusch heavenly Jchorge!"

Sharon woke up feeling wonderful despite a slight headache and perhaps two arms too many, but she felt safe and contented for the first time in years. Suddenly, as she lay on her side in bed, looking out at the broad, bright blue sky through a double sliding glass balcony door, it all struck Sharon as a little odd. She realized that she didn't have sliding glass balcony doors in her studio apartment. Nor did she have four arms.

The two limp, heavy, familiar arms, lay sprawled out, more or less where they should be, but then there were those two new, larger arms. One of the new arms warmly encircling her waist and the other arm rested comfortingly all along her side, the hand of this last arm was gently stroking her hip and her upper thigh. 

Sharon realized that she wasn't at home and alone in her own bed. She turned glancing past her own and a strange man's reflection in the mirrored ceiling. She continued to turn in the man's arms until she stared onto a handsome man's familiar smiling blue eyes. The man propped himself up on one elbow, but continued to look down into Sharon's eyes as though she were all that he wanted in the world.

Sharon started to feel a wonderful gentle heat growing between her thighs. The gorgeous feeling lapped outward, timidly at first as she stared upward into the man's eyes. The feeling reached more boldly upwards to her tummy as Sharon licked her lips while feeling the most delicious sense of anticipation.

Finally Sharon felt herself beginning to pant as the man's arm warmly encircled her shoulders. She parted her trembling twitching thighs slightly and the warmth washed more insistently outward to her toes and up into her breast. Sharon saw the man's lips twitch, then purse sensuously.

Sharon held her breath and closed her lips as she let the man lift her closer to his glorious lips_

Suddenly, Sharon smelled coffee and she thought: hot maple syrup, bacon and pancakes! Sharon blinked and found that somehow she had reached upward with both hands and threaded her fingers into the man's adorable hair. 

After a soft and breathtaking kiss, the man's delicious, soft looking lips curled into a kindly smile. "Good morning Sharon, did you sleep well?" 

Sharon bolted upright and immediately wished that she hadn't. The slight throb in her temple stomped between the eyes in protest. 

Sharon looked around and noted that the man_ was his name George_? Sharon noted that George was still wearing his button down shirt and his slacks, under the partially tossed covers. She looked down and saw that she by contrast, was wearing a man's white crew necked tee shirt and very little else_

As the stab of pain between her eyes subsided, Sharon swiveled her head around and saw that her coat, her cocktail dress, her black strapless bra and her pantyhose, were all neatly draped on a chair by the window.

Sharon stealthily moved a hand between her thighs and breathed a small sigh of relief to find that at least, her panties were still there. 

George got up and spoke softly, "Now, don't move too quickly Sharon, I'll fill you in on the details if you will tell me what the last thing that you remember was."

Sharon searched her mind, "Um, you were holding me in your arms_ we were dancing under the stars_ in a garden_ there were people_ and a pool near-by. I remember feeling so happy and so safe_"

George smiled, "Yes the swimming pool in the atrium." George's smile grew even broader, "Have I told you that this is my favorite casino?"

George pulled a chair over, next to a room service wagon, sat down and started to mash up a plate of sunny side-up eggs, "Well, we never did get to have dinner. After dancing at the pool, I told you that my balcony looked out over the atrium's glass dome and you said that you wanted to see the view."

George started to butter and cut up the short-stack of pancakes then he poured the syrup as he continued. "We got your coat from the coat check and came up here. So, I knew that you weren't staying in the hotel. I decided that it might be best if you didn't try to drive back home after you drank three Scotch and Sodas in just about as many minutes."

Sharon remembered and felt crushed, "Oh George, you must think that I'm_"

George interrupted as he scooped a few bits of crispy bacon, a small forkful of mashed eggs and stabbed a square of pancake, "Not at all! You were tired after a full day of work. 

While we were dancing, you told me how your friend Effie dared you to go out tonight and you also told me that you hadn't had anything to eat since lunch. So you arrived here thirsty, hungry and perhaps a bit out of your element."

George held the tempting forkful up while cupping his other hand under Sharon's chin. "You also told me that you are divorced after your Ex-husband Rob, ran off with the woman who did the dispatching for the trucking company that he works for in Baton Rouge. You seemed to think that somehow, you might not have been 'woman enough' for him.

But frankly Sharon after our brief time together; I can't see how a woman who is as beautiful, as wonderful and as passionate as you are could have ever thought that.

Well, ah, we danced on the balcony, kissed and admired the view for a while. I was surprised that you were so sleepy at first, but then you have had a bit of a hard time lately. So I supposed that I just better let you sleep until you had the time to think if I was the sort of man that you'd like to spend your time with."

Sharon glanced at her own lipstick smudges on George's neck and his ears. She opened her mouth and allowed George to feed her breakfast. Sharon savored the delicious concoction as she listened a bit more calmly.

George continued, "Oh, I didn't get to ask if you took coffee, or tea, so I got both. I also have a bottle of Champagne for our orange juice if you would rather_?"

Sharon looked up, "Um, coffee, black."

George smiled and refilled his fork, "I have some aspirin, in case you have a headache. 

So, anyway, after we came back in from the balcony, you laid down on the bed, just about ready to fall asleep in your coat and your pretty cocktail dress. I sat you back up, put one of my tee shirts over you and took off your clothes so that you could sleep more comfortably."

George offered another tempting forkful and earnestly assured Sharon, "I didn't peek, 'Scout's Honor.'

Although, after holding you in my arms and dancing with you; after gazing into your eyes, delighting in your smile and feeling your soft kisses teaching me to feel alive and to feel grateful to be a man once again; I will confess that I was sorely tempted.

But given the condition that you were in, I didn't want to presume on your temporary lapse of judgment in coming back here with me." 

Sharon digested the next bite and the information then smiled when George held up a cup of black coffee.

Sharon took the cup. "I remember now_ I laid back down and then you left for a while_?"

George smiled sheepishly, "Well yes, I thought that I should go for a walk alone for a while_ I did mention that I was most sorely tempted by the sounds of your soft breathing and the way that you seem to sigh in your sleep? 

I went back downstairs, cashed in some of my chips and went to the shops; I thought that if I could trust myself to be in the same room with you, you might feel more secure sleeping in these_" 

George pulled open the drawer to her nightstand.

Sharon smiled with pleasure as she saw two small crystal vases with intertwined red crystal rose vines. She looked down into the drawer and saw a dark brown velour jogging suit with the Harrah's crest emblazoned in gold thread on the breast. She continued to smile as she noted the new pack of woman's panties and new socks in the drawer then the new running shoes on the floor next to the night stand. 

George shrugged, "I couldn't bear the thought of you going for the 'Walk of Shame' as they call it today."

Sharon reached for a fork, loaded it with eggs and pancakes. "And do the crystal roses come with the room?"

George shook his head, "It has been years since I have had a Valentine, I was hoping that you might be interested in umm_ I hope that you'll forgive me, I couldn't find a florist open over night."

Sharon simply smiled as she offered the forkful to George, "So, you didn't feel that you could trust yourself?"

George nodded his head slowly and confessed before he took the forkful into his mouth. "I was beginning to succumb to your charms, even while you slept_ I shudder to think of what I might have befallen me, if you hadn't opened your beautiful eyes when you did!" 

Sharon pursed her lips sourly.

George swallowed and added defensively, "Seriously, I mean you woke up only a few moments ago and already, you have me eating out of your hand!"

Sharon smiled and glanced from the fork in George's hand to his innocent face. "So, you know all about me George, but what about you?"

George shrugged, "Well, as I told you while we were dancing; I was married. My mother absolutely hated her at first, but later they started to get along better.

But I was a fool! I spent way too much time building up my business, twelve, sometimes sixteen hours a day. It was stupid, I know: she suffered my neglect for quite a while.

I suppose that I got confused between 'What I did for a living' and 'Who I was.' Even now it sounds like just another stupid excuse. Anyway, she threw me out and moved on with her life.

To ease my own pain, I concentrated even more on my business_ I self-righteously continued to miss a lot of birthdays, dance recitals, little league games_ Any and all of which, might have given me the opportunity to at least tell her that I had been wrong and that I was sorry for not guarding her as the 'first' in my heart; trying to assure her that I still loved her."

George chuckled bitterly, "Well all of that is over with now: she divorced me and re-married_ I lost my family, I lost my business_ I lost my whole universe!

If this wasn't all so stupid of me, it might be seem to be somewhat ironic when you consider that I used to be a Florist. 

We had a beautiful house, the business, a boat, our cars_ but well, you know how that goes in a divorce. So now, I stay alone in my vacation house at Cape May, just off the beach. To keep busy, I bought books; among other things, I taught myself to paint, to write, to compose country western songs and to gamble; whatever it took to keep from_ 

Well honestly, the painting, writing and the music didn't go so well, but with the gambling, the money hasn't been so bad.

Anyway_ last night, the most adorable woman with the most beautiful curly black hair, the most enchanting smile and more stars shining in her eyes than I have ever seen twinkling in the night sky, sat down at my table.

At first, this angel seemed to be a bit lost: I could tell immediately that she didn't know how to play blackjack. But I am entirely certain that if she would just allow me to spend a little time with her today, she might guide me back to find some things that I foolishly lost long ago."

Sharon impulsively slipped into George's lap, took him into her arms and kissed him tenderly. She could swear that George almost trembled as he kissed her back.

George slipped one arm around Sharon's back, and the other under her legs. George cradled Sharon in his arms while he continued to kiss her somewhat more fiercely now. 

Sharon felt her head swim as George licked her lips. She parted her lips and felt a trembling, raging heat, beginning to splash up from between her thighs again as she admitted his tongue. Sharon opened her eyes to see Dan's piercing blue eyes pleading with her while he gently caressed her nose with his nose and her lips with his tongue.

Sharon's head swam and she groaned delightedly as she actually began to have a small, gentle orgasm_ she squirmed, huffed and squealed in ecstasy while she thought that she heard the most inappropriate music wafting from far, far away.

As the unexpected orgasm subsided, Sharon panted and snuggling deeper into George's embrace_

George leaned his forehead against Sharon's glistening forehead, "Do you need to get that?"

Sharon swallowed heavily, chuckled and threaded her fingers back into George's hair. Then she caressed Dan's soft, warm lips with another kiss, "Get it? I already got it! Oh god, I want to get it again! Kiss me, oh my god George, kiss me again!"

George hesitated, "No, I mean, your cell phone Sharon; your cell phone is ringing." 

Sharon pulled away slightly as the familiar jaunty ringtone continued to play.

George stood up shaking his head disappointedly as he let Sharon's quivering legs slip down till she stood unsteadily, toe to toe with him, "Cell phones are the absolute worst thing that modern man has invented! I have a few issues with some things that came before the cell phone; but next time, perhaps you might turn your cell phone off when you step into a casino?"

Sharon cast a withering glance and clucked her tongue in annoyance while she looked down at the night stand and the purse with her cell phone inside it. 

The jaunty tune stopped. 

Sharon turned back to George and dreamily surmised, "Oh well! I suppose that it wasn't that important_"

Another, slightly different, but still jaunty tune started to play.

Sharon sighed and bent down to retrieve the phone. She saw that it was a text from Phillip, the manager at Wawa on White Horse Pike. Sharon noted the time and realized that the day shift was due to start in a half an hour. She hesitantly guessed that there must be call-outs due to the holiday.

George nodded sympathetically. "Good jobs are somewhat hard to find these days."

Sharon tossed the phone back into her purse. Then she dropped the purse unceremoniously, back onto the nightstand. She deliberately looked at George as she shimmied out of her panties. "Believe me George: I wouldn't know anything about what a 'Good Job' is. Besides, after you've proven to me the type of man that you are, I need to be here with you." 

Sharon confidently lifted her tee shirt off then tossed it to George. He caught the shirt and stood staring in amazement. 

Sharon took in George's look of amazement and felt absolutely wonderful, all over again. She seized the moment and took a step to begin undressing George. She noted with satisfaction that George's breathing became progressively quicker and his face redder with each button, each buckle, each clasp and zipper.

George looked into Sharon's eyes, "You don't seem to be the type of woman who makes rash decisions just because it's Valentine's Day, are you certain Sharon? I wouldn't want for you to make a mistake. Honestly, do you really want a man like me?" 

Sharon looked into George's eyes, "Rash? No George. I want a man who wants me and loves me. I want a man who will protect me, even from himself. I gave up looking for a man like you George, because you couldn't possibly exist."

Sharon let George's boxer shorts slide to the floor, a fleeting thought of Daniela's little plastic arrow shaped pen flashed through Sharon's mind. 

Sharon sat on the bed and lifted her thighs, resting her feet on the edge of the bed. Then she spread her thighs, smiling seductively, "I know exactly what kind of a man I've found in you George. Now, you can take the kid glove off, I'm not going to break; you won't ever need to hold back with me!"

George just stood for a moment, blinking, red-faced, and nearly out of breath, like a bull stamping the ground in lust. Then he moved swiftly, his hips landing lightly between her thighs.

Sharon adjusted her position on the bed slightly and curled one leg around George's butt. Sharon smiled as George's trembling lips claiming her mouth passionately and his arms slipped strongly around her body. Sharon delighted as the head of George's magnificent prick found just the right place before her expectant, puffy pussy lips.

George hesitated, "Oh god Sharon, I want you so much!" 

Sharon smiled patiently and pressed her heel into George's butt. 

Georges eyes misted in gratitude as he felt his dick slide into Sharon's hot wet pussy. George began to rock his hips slowly and made a series of tentative, slow and shallow strokes. He ventured deeper, feeling the reassuring strength of Sharon's warm wet cunt holding his cock tight in its merciful grip, guiding him deeper into her core. 

Sharon began to breathe deeply as George confidently began to make long deep strokes while he gazing longingly into her eyes. Sharon huffed quickly as she felt the spongy head of his cock stroking and tenderly caressing an electrifying spot on the front of her pussy's front wall. Then she gulped and shuddered as he changed his rhythm again, thrusting deeply, filling her cunt to near bursting.

Sharon moaned desperately as she felt the tension in her tummy and the heat building powerfully, radiating out from the point of their union. She silently exulted that for the first time in years, a real man was laboring so caringly between her thighs. Then to her utter delight, George gave a devilish smile as he changed his rhythm again; he switched back to the short gentle teasing strokes against the front of her pussy wall.

Sharon huffed desperately, "Oh yes; just like that! Just like that George! Oh god yes, oh George! Oh George, oh god!

Suddenly, George changed his rhythm again and lunged back into his long, deep, pounding thrusts. 

Sharon arched her back and clung to George's ass cheeks while pressing her sweating breasts into his chest and a powerful orgasm overtook her. She all but passed out giddily moaning his name, feeling him slam her pussy hard and the jetting his hot love deep inside of her wonderfully abused pussy.

After a few minutes of lying gasping in each other's arms, George looked shyly and apologized, "I'm sorry, it's just that I wanted you from the first moment that I saw you behind the counter at your store a few days ago. I have imagined, over and over again what you might feel like in my arms for days now, but I never imagined that you might want me to_ Sharon, I didn't mean to lose control of myself_ I promise you that if you would let me have another chance, I'll learn to love you the way that you deserve!"

Sharon put a finger on George's lips. "That was absolutely wonderful George; stop worrying, I will not let a man like you slip away from me! 

George kissed Sharon tenderly; he rolled them both and lay face to face with her, kissing and caressing her. They continued kissing, lying silently in each other's arms for a long while.

Sharon felt George's cock twitch as it stiffened gamely once again. Sharon looked up with a devilish grin and climbed on top of George. She guided the tip of George's resilient cock back to her pussy.

She sank slowly down the full length of George's cock, and smiled seductively as she reached the bottom, feeling her pussy resting comfortably on his pubic bone.

Sharon rolled her hip slowly and rose up slightly, "Hard and fast is nice George, but so is slow and gentle, why don't we teach each other?"

George grasped Sharon's hands and held them to the headboard with one hand, so that she had something solid to hold on to and to push off of. George gently caressed Sharon's thighs, her tummy her marvelous breasts and her face with his free hand, as Sharon continued to smile and roll her hips, rising and sinking on his cock as she might want to. 

Sharon gripped his cock tight on the way up, then loosen as she poised, balanced as a ballet dancer might pause on the tip of a single toe, before she sank back down, engulfing his cock possessively.

George felt his own breath quicken as Sharon picked up her pace and continued to roll without rising. George felt his balls tighten under Sharon's warm sweating butt cheeks as she ground down teasingly on his pubic bone and caressed his balls with each deft and gentle backward motion. 




Nothing Left to Lose



Suddenly George gasped as he felt his balls turn molten and the pressure in his cock grew. "Oh god Sharon, you are so good; dance for me my darling; oh god in heaven Sharon, dance for me!"

Suddenly, Sharon shuddered and rose up. George instinctively braced himself, arched his back and slammed his cock back upward into Sharon's hot cunt.

Sharon's dark eyes flashed in lust as she huffed, "That's it George: fuck me; fuck me now!" Sharon kept on moaning, calling out directions, bucking and writhing as another glorious orgasm nearly caused her to lose her balance and fall over. 

George just kept thrusting hard till he finally came; George sat himself up and took Sharon into his arms, kissing her fiercely as he continued to shoot his hot cum deep inside of her. 

Sharon awoke when George whispered warmly into her ear from behind: "You are absolutely amazing Sharon! Would you like to join me in the shower; then we can go for a stroll before lunch?"

Sharon opened her eyes and saw Daniela's smiling brown eyes. Sharon noted by the feel of the woman's voluptuous body pressing against her own, that Daniela was naked as she lay under the covers before her. Disconcertingly, Sharon noted George's erect dick, snuggled lovingly between her butt cheeks.

George nibbled Sharon's ear, "Or, we could just stay here and share that champagne? I think that the ice hasn't melted yet."

Daniela cupped Sharon's face and whispered: "Only people that I have business with can see me. Perhaps you would want to tell your lover George that you'll join him in a few moments? We still need to finish our business." 

Sharon turned and indulged in one more breathtaking kiss before she made her excuse to George. 

George hugged Sharon warmly. Then he lovingly caressed her face before he got up smiling, never once taking his adoring eyes off of Sharon's eyes. "Sharon, despite how quickly this is moving along, I want to build this right, I want for you to teach me how we can really get this right. I've known you for less than a day, but already I know that I love you!"

Sharon smiled and blew George a kiss.

George smiled then assured Sharon that he would save some hot water for her before he confidently strode off to the bathroom.

Sharon turned back to Daniela, hissing urgently: "What are you doing here? How did you get in?"

Daniela cupped Sharon's face and kissed her on the lips.

Sharon immediately thrilled despite herself as another mini-orgasm washed over her. 

"Would you believe me if I told you: we came in by the balcony?"

Sharon writhed, giggling dreamily as the delicious little orgasm flowed then subsided gently. "Oh yes, of course, the balcony_!" Then she suddenly realized where she had spent the night and the better part of the morning. "Hey wait; Harrah's doesn't have balconies_ and who is WE?"

Sharon heard a familiar voice from behind her and felt two full breasts pressing into her back. "We told you that we would deliver the flowers to his room!"

Sharon looked panicked into Daniela's beautiful eyes as the most horrible singing began to reek from the shower. 

Daniela snuggled closer, pressing her full breasts into Sharon's breasts. "You can't imagine the wonders that you have done for our George; he has been so lost since the divorce!"

'Dan Jr.' rasped, "Yeah; if I had had to sit through another of his tortured composing sessions, scribbling songs about unrequited love, or had to look at another of his rancid paintings of a lone man, in a broken sailboat lost on the heaving sea, I would just have to wretch!" 

Daniela continued kindly, "I think what we can all agree to is that George has his strong points and he needs a firm hand to keep him focused on what he does best. Of course, like any man, he would never admit it to just anybody! And all it took was for him to find the right woman behind the sandwich counter at the Wawa on his way into Atlantic City the other day. Just listen to him: singing in the shower at the top of his lungs!"

Sharon scrunched up her nose, "He sounds like a bull that got tangled in a barbed wire fence!"

Daniela smiled, "That is exactly the point!"

'Dan Jr.' breathed into Sharon's ear, "You should have heard his wimpy broken-hearted love ballads; then his trying to come up with a ways to hide the fact that he can't carry a tune in a bucket. The important thing is that now, he doesn't give a rat's furry little ass what anybody thinks!" 

Daniela broke back in, "You did that Sharon! Of course, George was feeling a bit shy and awed by your beauty at first. He reminded me of Hector when he first saw his bride Andromache!"

Sharon wondered: "Hector of Troy?"

Daniela sighed, "Yes, now there was a love for the ages!"

Sharon asked, "But, didn't they all die?"

'Dan Jr.' chuckled, "Every champion dies when the time comes_"

Daniela picked up the argument, "But the real question is how did they live? Did they waste their lives alone, wrapped up in blankets, reading books about what they could be DOING, or did they live bravely, knowing that even champions need that one special soul who will stand with them regardless of the outcome?"

I don't mind telling you Sharon, George left your convenience store feeling that a woman like you would never find 'a loser' like him to be attractive; but now thanks to you, our George finally has a little of his old 'SWAGGER' back!"

Sharon sat up and looked panicked at the two beautiful, cherubic and voluptuous women in bed with her. "Wait; who are you two? How did you do that?" 

'Dan Jr.' slipped a hand between Sharon's thighs and leered: "All 'Florists' have the power to do that! Just think of all the lovers, all around the world that we 'DID' yesterday; think of all men and women that we will 'DO' today! Think of what our George DID with you just this morning!" 

Sharon immediately felt a powerful orgasm flashing deliciously and violently up from the hand, tingling warmly on her pussy. Sharon slipped back down in bed; shaking, huffing and writhing as the gorgeous waves crashed over her.

As Sharon felt the wonderful orgasm subside, she looked dreamily to Daniela's friendly, smiling face.

Daniela corrected gently. "Darling, we don't 'DO' people. We give them the little encouragements that they might need to_"

'Dan Jr.' giggled as she broke back in, "'DO' each other; sure Mom, let's call it 'encouragement!'"

Daniela glared at Dan Jr. and continued pleasantly, "As to who we are, I am Psyche, just think of me as the little spark of the divine that lives inside of all people. Think or my daughter, er well, the Italians call her 'Voluptas' and the Greeks call her 'Hedone;' she is something perhaps a little more 'earthy' than ah_, well um_, she lives inside of all people too."

Sharon looked confused from one woman to the other. "You are both inside of me?"

Both women smiled brightly as Hedone pointed a finger and cocked her thumb in confirmation, "Bingo!"

Sharon sat back up and noticed that the room was filled with piled bouquets of long stemmed roses.

Hedone stood up and pulled on her uniform trousers, "Hey Mom this uniform makes me look like a slob! After listing to Sharon moaning like a whore, doing that rather impressive 'forward-cowgirl,' I've been thinking: what about a nice pair of leather chaps, completely open in the front and the back, a little tiny vest that just barely covers my boobs and to complete the look: a pair of six-shooters! I think that it will really let Shania Twain know what we are all about when we get there!" 

Psyche sighed with a mild exasperation while rolling her eyes to Sharon, "I have been working on my daughter to 'moderate' her rough edges a bit, sometimes I think that she enjoys her work a bit too much; perhaps there is still a bit of refinement to do yet_

Hedone darling, nothing speaks so eloquently to a man in the midst of his passion as when he hears his woman, calling to him in the throes of the passion that they both evoke in each other!"

Hedone sulked, "Yeah, yeah; 'Potato-Patato.' Can we at least talk about new outfits on the way to Nashville." 

Psyche started to dress, "Of course darling we can always talk. 

Now Sharon, you have one of our favorite people waiting for you in the shower. You have already done such wonders for him on our behalf. Just keep up the good work and we will always be with the two of you!" 

Hedone, now fully dressed, held up George's shirt and fished the twenty dollar bill out of his pocket. "Here, you'll need to give this back to Effie on Wednesday."

Then Hedone winked, "Sharon, you should take my advice: have him try out that pulsing, hand held shower head thingy on you; you can thank me later!

Well, don't just loaf around here yammering with us while your man goes all pruney; get in there and keep making us proud girl!"

Sharon slipped out of bed, "But isn't it supposed to be Dan Cupid himself?"

Hedone raised an eyebrow, "What; you've never heard of a couple of girls working for the family business?"

Sharon demurred, "Well, don't you still want me to sign for the flowers?"

Psyche zipped up her jacked then cupped Sharon's face, she smiled, kissing Sharon lightly on the lips, "You already have darling!"

Sharon blinked and found herself alone in the empty room. She turned to see the two little vases with crystal rose vines then she followed George's voice to the shower and let herself in.

George stopped his caterwauling and smiled appreciatively as he looked Sharon over from head to toe. "Sharon, I've been thinking of a new business we could open together: a beauty parlor! I'll buy a couple of books and teach myself how to do women's hair. I even have a name for the salon: 'Mister George's House of Beauty!'"

Sharon came into George's arms and shook her head, "Ah no; I am the only woman that you will be 'DOING' for the rest of our lives!

Now, I think that instead of a beauty parlor, we should play our strengths; we should open a florist shop together. You already know the business; you can teach me and my friend Effie how to help you make floral arrangements and how to run the shop." 

George sniffed, "Well I don't even own the name of my old shop anymore, but I still have my old contacts."

Sharon suggested: "How about 'Love's Floral Creations?'"

George held Sharon in his arms and wondered: "Sharon, before we made love, you said that you knew what type of man I was_"

Sharon took the soap from George and began to wash his body, "You are strong enough to hold me in your arms and never let me fear that you are going to crush me. You are wise enough to lead me and never let me think that you don't care about where I want to go. You are man enough to muddle along in life until you find someone who is woman enough to stay by your side, every step of the way!" Sharon held up the soap.

George took the soap and began to wash Sharon, "Well then, why don't we call our flower shop: 'Sharon's Floral Creations?' To me it would be the same thing. You and I can teach the whole world what you have taught me in just one morning!"

Sharon smiled, "Deal!"

George took Sharon back into his arms, "Sharon, you make me want to go right back out to that balcony and stand naked, singing of my joy at finding you at last!"

"Oh George; everybody knows that Harrah's doesn't have balconies twelve stories above a glass dome!"

George cocked his head, "No balcony; are you sure?"

Sharon snuggled deep into George's arms, "No balcony. But if you like, after lunch you can lead me back, high above the world, nestled safely in the clouds, to dance and make love once again.

George kissed Sharon tenderly, "Deal."