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Looking around the casino, Rachel smiled. It wasn’t as busy as she had been expecting, and there were no card games at the tables that held her interest. Usually she could hop into a poker game, and have fun for hours. The pickings were rather slim tonight, and although she could have won some money, there wasn’t much to win with the professionals swarming the open seats. That’s why she was playing video poker and people watching.
That is the beauty of Vegas; you can always find exactly what you want, no matter what it is. Tonight was going to be a night of entertainment and research. Single guys had approached Rachel several times, but none of them had the self-confidence and predatory gleam she was looking for. She always sent them off with a polite word and continued to feed the machine, winning and losing at about an equal pace while she killed time.
She was surprised when she got lost in the machine, hoping to pick up the wild that would let her win her twenty dollars back; when she felt a firm tap on her shoulder.
“Excuse me, mind if I sit here a moment?” A tall but broad shouldered man stood before her.
She marveled at his physique, and for a moment wondered if his suit had shoulder pads. He was slim, and shaped much like a swimmer with a slim waistline, but you could see the veins in his neck, and his shirt bulged in all the right places for some nice muscles to run her hands across. She almost indulged in that thought when she caught his eyes. They were a steely blue, so dark, so deep she was almost mesmerized.
“Yes of course,” she told him, mentally shaking her head. This guy had her off beat, and he had only said a few words.
“I’m taking a break. I am playing poker upstairs with some friends and losing my ass. You looked lost in the game, so I wanted to see what you were playing,” he told her giving her a smile.
She took the opportunity to check the rest of him out, noting his close cut brown hair and beautiful smile. If she was going to be truthful with herself, she was going to fuck this young man if she could talk him into it. He was that hot.
“Just some video poker, I’m just killing time and people watching,” she admitted reluctantly turning back to her game. No sense just giving it away, she wanted to see if he was interested, and furthermore, wanting a piece.
“Ah, I see. Are you waiting to get in on a game?” He asked looking around at many of the half-filled tables.
“Something like that,” she nibbled on her lower lip.
“Why haven’t you joined in one of those?” He asked, and Rachel turned, looking and him again.
She wasn’t quite stricken when she met his eyes this time, but she felt a jolt that shot from her stomach down to her sex. There was an old world charm at play here, and this guy looked like he not only knew what he wanted, but she wanted to give it to him.
“Maybe they aren’t playing the games I want to play?” she asked him coyly, crossing her legs as she pushed the button to cash out the machine, tokens crashing into the bowl.
“What sort of games are we talking about?” He asked, his voice nearly drowned out over the sound of the tokens and the surrounding machines. She leaned closer to him whispering. He leaned back and nodded to her.
“How about you come upstairs with me, and you can join us. The stakes are higher upstairs, and it’s a bit more private,” he said with a grin, his voice cracking into a soft southern drawl.
“What kind of games are you guys playing?” Rachel asked.
“Oh, a little bit of everything, but we’ve been itching to play some baseball all night,” he told her with a shy smile.
“Yeah, ok,” Rachel told him, standing up and grabbing her tokens. “I’m Rachel by the way, or Rach,” holding out her hand.
He took it in hers, confused about her wanting to shake, and instead held her hand to his lips, kissing the top of her hand gently. She shivered, her nipples hardening with the unexpected old school manners. This guy had potential.
“My friends call me Carl,” he told her, releasing her hand. Her whole body was tingling.
“Nice to meet you, let me ditch these tokens, and we’ll head up?” she told him, grabbing her purse.
“Absolutely,” He said, grinning like a wolf as she turned her back on him, gone the gentile demeanor.
The elevator ride up turned into twenty seconds of bliss. Carl had turned to Rachel, and before she could ask him “what?” he had sealed her lips with a kiss, pushing her back against the wall, pinning her wrists with his hands. She opened her eyes and looked over his shoulder for a moment at the camera, and decided she really didn’t care. She was about ready to start nipping at his lip, the stubble on his cheek rubbing her in all the right ways, when the elevator opened and he stepped back to exit.
“Aren’t you coming?” He asked, holding out his hand.
Rachel just nodded with a smile, and took his as he led her towards what looked like an office area within the casino. The other thing she noticed is there were almost no people around on this floor.
“That’s strange,” she thought to herself, still holding Carl’s hand as they made their way to a closed doorway.
“Right inside here,” He told her, opening the door wide.
For a moment, she was worried that this was all some sort of joke, who had private games, but was relieved when she saw a small 15×15 room with a single poker table and three other guys sitting around it.
“Oh, Hi guys.” She told the room, watching their faces light up.
“Rachel, these are friends of mine, Martin, John and Paul.” He said pointing out each of them and quietly closing the door.
Rachel had walked over to the table, intending to shake with the guys, but the clicking of the lock on the door made her turn her head.
“Hey Carl, what’s going on?”
“Just a game,” He told her, his cultured mask starting to slip into a leer.
“What kind of game?” She asked him, noting the three other men had stood and were starting to move behind her.
“I told you, Baseball. Only thing I forgot was to tell you is that you’re catching,” he said, the mask gone. In its place, was a blue-eyed devil, his pants bulging.