Too Good To Be True

It had been the biggest mistake in all of her 34 years of life Sharon knew. They had given her a week and that timeframe ended now. During those fateful 7 days she had phoned everyone, family, friends, mere acquaintances even the bank; who's manager had almost laughed her out of his office despite, or maybe because of her attempts to make it obvious she would 'do anything' to get the $150,000 she owed.

'How could I have been so stupid?' Sharon asked her self for the 150,000th time. Alright she was lonely and earning only just enough to get by after that pig of a husband had left her to bring up a child all on her own. A child who would not have been here had it not been for the second biggest mistake of her life nearly 17 years ago. So when a young attractive man had entered her life that evening as she worked as a croupier at the black jack table, she forgot that she was nearly old enough to be his mom. Sharon was, quite rightly, still very proud of her looks that regularly brought admiring glances but more and more only from men older rather than younger than herself.

Whilst at work her neighbours or even her own family could probably have played the table and not known that Sharon had been the dealer. Sharon left home for work every day in semi casual clothes, a flower print dress or a smart trouser suit, her long blonde hair worn loose and natural, then on arriving at the casino reported to the 'entertainment office'. Her shift was 8 hours although only 5 were spent actually on the tables or taking rest breaks, the 2 hours before were spent being 'prepared' as the job description termed it and the last hour the process was reversed.

The first day she had turned up for work and been told about the preparatory session she had almost told them where to stick their job, she had been a croupier for 10 years and was good with both the cards and the punters. Unfortunately the main casino in the town had 'had to let her go' on her 30th birthday. 'Company policy you see.' They had explained. She had tried waitressing but it just didn't bring in enough and so she had applied for a job at 'Malone's'. It was a last ditch attempt as the casino had a terrible reputation and had been closed several times but each time some palm had been greased and 2 days later they were open again for business.

Like all the other female employees, be they croupiers, dancers or cocktail waitresses, Sharon had been given a locker that contained a short white dressing gown. On arriving she undressed and put on the gown putting her day wear and personal belongings away, locking the door always seemed like Sharon was distancing herself from her true identity. From the locker room she walked down a dimly lit corridor that Sharon was certain had not been cleaned since the day the casino first opened and in to the 'entertainment department'. Here the dancers, croupiers and cocktail waitresses were 'dressed' for their work.

They almost operated a conveyer belt starting with a clean fresh faced woman they gradually converted her into an 'employee'. First Sharon reported to the makeup team, a group of old women who had obviously learnt their trade working in the now defunct vaudeville theatres. The panstick applied in a thick coat, her eyes outlined in black kohl, lids painted a solid purple. Her lips, full at the best of times, were heavily accentuated as if she would only be seen from 50 yards away under full spotlight. From the makeup team she moved to the hairdressers who back combed her hair mercilessly, piling and pinning it high before applying enough lacquer to stick an elephant to the floor.

With her hair and face completed she went to the costumer who obviously thought that all women were at least 2 sizes smaller than they actually were. Sharon had long since given up trying to tell her what size she was and now just accepted the clothes she was given. First a pair of black seamed hold-up stockings, the tops of which came only a few inches above the knee. Then a suspender belt with extra long straps, 'just for effect'. The skirt would have been tight and short on a woman half her size, on Sharon it barely covered her small black panties, the straps of her suspenders highly visible through the tight black leather. Sharon had nearly quit when she'd first been given the blouse, it was white and semi transparent with a large scalloped edge collar and the first button level with her nipples that could easily be seen through the material. The outfit was 'topped off' with a check waistcoat, that had just enough fabric at the front for one button, the effect of which was to push the wearers breasts up and out, rather like a caricature of a Bavarian peasant girl. What Sharon hated most though were the 5 inch high stiletto sandals, fine to be shagged in no doubt but totally impractical for a girl who spent most of her time standing up dealing cards. It could have been worse, Sharon continually told herself, she could have been a cocktail waitress in their black basque and panties with a very short fantail skirt that was split up the front. Their legs which terminated in black button up ankle boots were encased in fishnet stockings, the long suspender straps originating from the bottom of their basques. At least most of the time Sharon had a table between her and the drunken scum who, presumably having been thrown out of a decent casino, ended up at hers.

So why had she gone out with him? because for one thing he was young and handsome, he wasn't drunk and he didn't talk to her breasts. She'd semi reluctantly agreed to him buying her a drink during her last break and then he'd asked her to go for a meal after her shift finished. Sharon had explained that she needed to sign out and that could take up to an hour. She didn't tell him about having to wash her hair at least three times to get out the lacquer or the amount of cleanser that would be needed to remove the pancake allowing her skin to breath once more. He said he didn't mind and would wait for her in the lot out back.

Like a school girl with a crush Sharon had gotten changed in record time and just for once put on some of her own makeup before slipping on her thin sun dress and walking out into the balmy night air.

"Hi." He'd greeted her; Sharon was a little surprised that he even recognised her without the stage makeup and tarty clothes.

"Disappointed?" Sharon asked holding her arms out a little, inviting inspection. Again his smile had lit up his face and he assured her that she looked so much nicer 'normal'. They had walked to his car and whilst sitting there deciding where to eat they had fallen on each other, their first coupling in the cramped confines of the car. Flushed afterwards he suggested they go to his hotel suite. Sharon had tried to resist, worried about her little girl, sitting, as usual, all alone at home, but with his fingers lightly stroking her bare thigh she had relented.

After their animal passion in the car, the sex in the hotel room was slower more sensual, he had concentrated on her, kissing her mouth and throat as he removed her dress, taking her by the hand and leading her like a shy virgin to the bed. As she stood he bent and kissed her nipples his tongue circling the rapidly hardening buds, his hands stroking and gently squeezing her buttocks. Then he was kneeling before her, his tongue exploring her upper thigh hinting at what was to come. He stood once more and kissed her mouth, little butterfly touches with his lips as he placed his hands on her shoulders and pressed down ever so gently until she was seated on the bed. Standing back he removed his clothes, his prick standing out firm. Sharon had reached out for it, wanting to feel it's hardness, but he'd backed away whispering 'Not yet, Angel.' He knelt before her and placed his hands on her breasts pushing her flat, her lower legs hanging over the edge of the bed. He put his hands on her knees and parted her legs, exposing her glistening sex. Then as his hands slid along the tops of her thighs, up her stomach and started to massage her breasts his mouth found her labia, his tongue moistening her lips. Sharon had dreamt of this, only once before had anyone gone down on her and that had been her husband who after tasting her had said he didn't like the scent and had pushed his dick into her while she was still dry, his eyes closed as he humped her, cumming long before Sharon was ready. Not this time though. His tongue was swirled his saliva with her juices, his lip scraping over her clit bringing Sharon to the edge of a climax. So close, she moaned softly as he stood dragging her gently towards him, her buttocks right on the edge of the bed, his penis pressing against her dripping pussy. Slowly he inserted himself into her, lubricating his shaft with her moisture. He looked down at her, holding eye contact as he started to slide his cock in and out. Sharon didn't even count the number of times she came but finally felt him tense, his prick shuddering slightly as he made one last thrust, his semen filling her, seeping out of her, mingling with her own cum.

"Can you reach the tissues?" He said with a smile and Sharon found that by reaching over her head she could just get them. She passed him a handful and took some for herself. He withdrew, his cock which was still surprisingly stiff, catching their cum in the tissue, helping to clean Sharon before she excused herself and ran to the bathroom, her legs shaking a little.

When she emerged he was lying on his side on the bed and invited her to join him. "I can't; I must get back to my daughter, she'll wonder what's happened to me." Sharon explained a little wistfully.

"You going to tell her?" He said with a boyish grin that Sharon couldn't help but return. They dressed quickly and he insisted on driving her home.

On the drive to Sharon's house he succeeded in bringing her off once more with his fingers as he drove one handed, Sharon thanking the person who had invented automatic transmissions. They pulled up outside her small house, the front room light still on. "Can I see you again?" He asked as he planted a chaste kiss on her cheek. Sharon could not believe her luck and would have kissed him properly had the curtain of the lighted front room not twitched. "It's up to you." Sharon said as she climbed out of his car. "You know where I live, I'm sure a resourceful boy like you can find my number." Grinning to herself she all but skipped up the garden path and into the safety of her house. As the door closed she leant against the wall, her face wearing a silly grin before she collected herself and entered the front room.

Jane looked up from the sofa as her mom entered with her cheeks still flushed, a smile playing at the corner of her mouth as she looked at her daughter dressed for bed in an oversized grey T-shirt with Minnie mouse on the front, her mid length tawny blonde hair in bunches.

"You have a good time?" Jane asked trying to sound disapproving but failing completely as she looked at her mom's radiant face.

"Sorry I'm late, Honey" Sharon apologised as she sat next to her daughter on the sofa and put her arm around her shoulder drawing her tight.

"That's OK." Jane relented. "I was just getting worried is all. I was almost ready to phone the hospital, see if you had to work another shift or something. So where did you meet him, what's his name, what's he like?" Jane reeled off the questions breathlessly.

Sharon had never told Jane that she worked at the casino, as far as she was concerned Sharon was an orderly at the city hospital, so she couldn't tell her where they had met but lied that he had come in to visit a sick relative.

The 2 women chatted happily for a good half hour before Jane yawned and announced it was time for bed.

"I do love you, honey. You know that don't you?" Sharon asked kissing her daughter lightly on the cheek.

"I know, Mom. I love you too." Jane said as she returned the kiss. "Night night, Mom." Jane left Sharon sitting on the sofa dreaming of earlier.

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