Casino Night | free bondage story

"Yes, it is," she said. "But two friends of mine are already members. Alex and Flora told me a little about it."

The man typed some numbers off of her card and entered them into the computer. "Your fully entered into our system, membership dues paid in full, and everything you need is in," he said, handing her the card back. "Go on inside. Because this is your first time, you can pick up free chips at the courtesy counter. They can answer any other questions that you might have."

"Thank you," replied Nicole.

As Nicole walked through the doors and glanced around, she felt a bit out of place. She wore a nice silk blouse and a blue skirt with matching pumps, but that did not seem to fit in at all...

There was a large hall set up with slot machines, gaming tables, and other attractions. Most if not all of the men and women were wearing, leather, rubber, or other exotic materials, and high heels were the norm for most of the women and a few of the men as well! At a guess, there were between fifty and a hundred people in the hall.

"Can I help you?" said a woman behind the courtesy desk.

"Ah, I think so," she said, putting her card on the counter while still looking around. A few guests in exotic garb gave her looks, but said nothing. "This is my first time here, and there are supposed to be some chips for me or something?"

The woman ran her card through a scanner. "One thousand in chips for you," she said, pulling various colored chips out of a drawer. "So you can enjoy yourself while learning the... ropes." The woman smiled at the last word.

Nicole saw that the desk attendant was dressed as oddly as the patrons. She wore a blue rubber cat suit that covered her from neck and wrists all the way down to her ankles. By leaning over the counter briefly, Nicole saw that there were matching blue pumps on her feet, as well.

"I was told a little about this place," Nicole said, "but I can see that I wasn't told everything. Um... what's with the rubber, and stuff?" she asked.

The woman smiled at this. "This is Kinky Casino Night. Some people may lose, but everybody wins." Nicole gave her a quizzical look. "Over there, by the south wall, do you see the big doors that people are going through?" the woman said.

"I think so... now I see it," said Nicole.

"Well, that's how you get more chips, in case your luck turns on you but you still want to play," the woman said. Nicole still had a puzzled look on her face. "We have an atmosphere of kink and bondage attire that we actively encourage. If you want more chips, or if you need to pay off a gambling debt, that's where you go. In exchange for your chips, you will have to dress in something... provocative, like the patrons are wearing. The more extreme, the more chips you get."

"Could you give me an example?" Nicole asked.

"Certainly. High heels are a favorite. Four inch heels are worth a hundred. Five inch heels are two hundred. Six inch heels are five hundred, and seven inch heels are a thousand."

"Seven inch heels?!" she exclaimed. Nicole looked around the crowd, and did indeed see a woman sitting down that appeared to be wearing seven inch heels. She was not walking around in them, and did not seem to be in a hurry to go anywhere.

"How long does someone have to wear them?" she asked.

"Until they can pay to get them off. Typically, it costs double what they're worth to get them off. Almost everything can be locked on, so there's no weaseling out later!"

Nicole saw that some of the outfits looked to be rather tight. "What if you have to go to the bathroom, or something?" she asked.

"At the dressing rooms, they can work that out," she said.

Nicole looked over to another wall. There, instead of gaming tables, she saw several booths set up with people in the booths. "What's over there?" she asked.

"That's for private wagers," she said. "Several patrons with *way* too much cash have set up their own games, of different natures. Typically it has to do with taking a dare, or enduring some special treatment that they've concocted. You can make money very fast there, or find yourself hopelessly in debt within minutes."

"I see," said Nicole. She saw a partially curtained off area in the center of the hall. "What's behind the curtains?"

"Invariably, one or more of our guests will end the night hopelessly in debt, unable to pay up even after putting on every kinky item that there is. That's what we call debtor's prison. At midnight, everyone gathers around and bids on the prisoners, in order to determine their fates. Sometimes, if the debt is a private one, other arrangements are made," she said, "between the two parties, without resorting to that."

"Anyone dressed in blue, as I am, is a member of the staff. They enforce the rules, oversee any private deals to make sure they are carried out, and can answer any question you have," she said. "Anything else?"

Nicole saw a pair of familiar faces walking by. "Alex! Flora!" she exclaimed, scooping up her chips and following them.

They were wearing street clothes, and headed for the dressing room. "What do you think?" Flora asked.

"She's still here," replied Alex. "I think that says quite a bit," Nicole blushed at that.

"Remember," said Flora, "if you get a man to really owe you an obscene amount, they could have to do *anything* to get out of it!" she said.

"Don't remind me!" said Alex as Flora giggled.

Alex and Flora headed into the dressing room. A moment later, Nicole followed.

There was a man dressed in blue vinyl sitting behind a computer terminal. Alex and Flora handed their cards over.

"You're ten to the good", he said, looking at Alex.

"I'll do the basic leather, for now," he said. "I think that's worth a hundred."

"Dressing room five," he said. "Bob will get your outfit," he said.

He now looked at Flora. "Your account has you one fifty in the hole," he said.

Flora nodded and sighed. "I know. Give me five inch heels, fishnets, a leather mini, long leather gloves, and a collar," she said.

Nicole's eyes widened in surprise as Flora calmly rattled off the list. "You'll have one ten spendable. Dressing room two, and Ann will get yours together."

"Can I help you?" the man asked Nicole. There were several people behind her now.

"Um..." she said.

"Let me help," said Flora. "Get her 'basic black'. That will work for a start.

Nicole wobbled in the heels as she walked around the dressing room. "I don't know about this," she said.

"You look fine," said Flora.

Nicole was wearing trying to balance in a pair of four inch black patent shoes. They had locking straps around the ankles and around the arches of her feet.

She wore a pair of black nylons attached to a garter belt, that was almost but not quite covered by the black leather miniskirt. The skirt was belted on, and the belt had a lock in the front which prevented it from being removed. Her bellybutton was bare, and she wore what looked like a black leather bra with small shiny metal studs sticking out where her nipples were. This too had a lock in back. She had a matching purse which had her chips in it.

Flora helped her walk out of the dressing room. She was wearing locked five inch shoes, and had fishnet stockings on her legs. A garter belt was visible under her black miniskirt, also held up by a locking belt.

Flora wore long leather gloves that came up to her armpits. They were connected to a thin, locked leather collar around her neck by a pair of chains. Flora still wore her regular blouse over this, and carried a small purse.

They walked back out to the man behind the counter. He took their cards and entered some numbers.

"Just leave mine on the card," Flora said.

"One seventy five?" the man said to Nicole.

"Just keep it there," Flora said. "It's best if no one knows exactly how much your worth.

The three of them loitered by the slot machines for a bit. Alex was wearing a pair of tight leather pants and a tight leather shirt, both of which were connected to the locking belt he had on. Nicole was very conscious of her lack of underwear. However, as she looked around, she saw at least two women that had outfits that bared their nipples.

Nicole idly put a white one dollar chip into a slot machine and pulled the lever. "Three lemons," she said.

"That's just for idling," Flora said. "If you work a machine, you'll probably get back about three fourths of what you put in. Jackpots are rare, but they do happen."

"I'm going to be over at the roulette tables," said Alex. "Later, honey."

"Later," replied Flora.

"Flora, I have a question," said Nicole. "They keep track of your money from night to night. Everything here seems designed to slowly take your money away. Why doesn't everyone just go quickly broke?"

"Drinks?" Nicole and Flora turned to see a woman walking up to them. She was carrying a tray with various drinks on it. Nicole was very startled by what the woman was wearing. She was wearing handcuffs and a shiny blue vinyl french maid's outfit with a frilly skirt. Over the outfit, she wore a tight blue satin corset. She wore blue fishnet stockings, and on her feet there were matching blue five inch spiked heels.

"Thank you," said Flora, taking a soda. Nicole stared for a moment longer, then took a mixed drink with a miniature umbrella in it.

Nicole watched the woman walk away. As she moved, her skirt bounced up and down, revealing her garter belt to all that cared to see. "There's your answer," said Flora.

"Almost no one is a worker here all the time," she said. "Anytime you feel too far in debt, you can sign up to work for the night. Pay depends upon what you can do, how many people want to work that week, and how much you want to dress for the part. At a guess, that woman is earning fifteen hundred in chips tonight. However, if you're a careful, skillful, and lucky gambler, you might never have to work!"

"Oh, remember, you can't turn your chips to cash... ever. They're strictly redeemable in here, for... oh, favors and such."

"I see," said Nicole. "That's... interesting," she said.

"So, Nicole, what do you want to play? How about blackjack?"

Nicole and Flora sat next to each other at the blackjack table. The minimum wager was one dollar, with a maximum of one thousand.

Nicole played cautiously, betting only one or two white chips at a time. Flora was more ambitious. She gave her card to the dealer, who ran it through a computer and gave her one hundred and ten dollars worth of chips. Flora was routinely playing red ten dollar chips. Nicole watched her work her way up to three hundred, then lose her way down to thirty.

"I'm going to take a break and get something to eat," Flora said, taking her meager three red chips.

"I'll stay here," said Nicole. She was more interested in watching the people than in playing the game, and she had a good vantage point there. For a change, she idly put out a blue one hundred dollar chip on the table.

The dealer, clad in a blue rubber body suit, proceeded to deal out the next hand. Nicole stood on twenty, with most of her attention on a poker game going on several tables down. There were four players, and a large pot had formed. As one man wearing chains and leather straps raked in a pile of blue chips, a woman in a black rubber dress sitting across from him had a very exasperated look on her face.

"Twenty wins," said the dealer. Nicole let the bet ride as she watched.

He apparently asked her to pay, and she shook her head. Then, he called over a woman dressed in a blue leather cat suit. There was some sort of discussion between the three of them, then the woman in rubber slid off her chair and crawled under the table.

"Nineteen wins," said the dealer. Again, Nicole idly let her bet ride as the next hand was dealt.

There was a tablecloth on the table that hid the woman's face as she crawled under the table. The woman's high heeled shoes and black rubber stockings were clearly visible. Nicole watched as the woman apparently unzipped the man's fly, and Nicole saw the woman open up her mouth and move to the man's crotch. As the man slid down on the chair, Nicole had a clear view of the woman as she sucked on his erect penis.

Nicole's mouth was open. "House is bust, seventeen wins" the dealer said, adding to her pile of chips.

"Watching the show, eh?" came a masculine voice next to her.

It was Alex. He placed a one dollar bet on the table and took a seat next to Nicole. "They're just working out a debt between them privately," he said.

"But..." said Nicole.

"She didn't have to do that," said Alex. "That's why he called a referee. Any direct sexual contact has to be mutually consentual. She could have said no, and been given an hour to come up with the money in a different way. Even if she couldn't come up with the money she still could have said no. She'd just be wearing blue for a few casino nights."

"I see..." said Nicole, looking at her cards. She put an ace and a ten face up on the table.

"Blackjack," said the dealer. She had bet eight blue chips. The dealer put two more in the betting square, and put six more in front of Nicole. "Maximum bet is one thousand," the dealer explained.

Nicole nodded, as the next hand was dealt. Her bet of one thousand dwarfed Alex's lonely white chip. "You're letting that ride?" he exclaimed.

Nicole tore herself away from the sex show and looked at the cards. Dealer had a five up, and she had a pair of nines. "Split," she said, putting her two nines down. She had to break into her purse to cover the second wager. "You never said you knew how to play," said Alex.

"An ill spent youth," Nicole explained as the next cards were dealt. She was dealt another nine, and a two. "Dealer?" she asked. "House rules question: can I double down after a split here?"

The dealer had to ask a dealer at another table. "Yes, you can," he said.

"Then I'll split again, and double down this one," she said.

"Can you cover that?" Alex asked.

The dealer broke in. "If you don't have the chips, you'll have to settle up afterwards."

"That's fine," said Nicole.

She watched the rest of the cards fall. "You have fifteen, nineteen, and twenty one. House is bust, you win four thousand," said the dealer. He was obviously a little surprised himself at paying out that sum.

The dealer put four black chips on the table. Nicole saw that they were worth one thousand each. She pulled all her chips into her purse. "Let's see what else there is to play around here," she said.

"Oh, god, she's going to try it!" said Alex.

Alex walked quickly through the crowd. Nicole quickly fell behind in her heels. They were approaching the private wagering area.

"What are you talking about?" Nicole asked.

"She kept saying that she was going to try it someday, and now she's doing it."

"Doing what?"

Nicole finally caught sight of Flora. A small group had gathered around, to watch the event that transpired in a booth.

Somehow, Flora's locked-on clothes and shoes were now on the floor, next to a key ring. A man dressed in a pair of tight shiny leather pants was grinning widely as he tied her standing spread eagle to an X-shaped wooden rack. "Are you going to go for double?" the man asked.

"Double," said the now naked Flora.

The man put two very flimsy looking plastic cylinders in Flora's hands. "I have to state the rules before we begin," he said. Nicole saw that this had caught the attention of a blue clad referee. "You have two very fragile objects in your hands. They can easily be crushed by your hands, or broken by dropping them on the floor."

"Your challenge, is to keep them intact and off of the floor. You need to do this for ten minutes. My challenge, on the other hand, is to encourage you to drop them. I may do this by manipulating your sexual areas. I can't cause pain, or deliberately tickle you. The double wager means that I can use my tongue and lips, as well. These are the rules. Any questions?"

Flora shook her head.

"Timer!" he said, setting an oven timer and putting it on the table so that the audience could see.

As soon as the timer was ticking, the man grabbed a dildo from the booth and slowly worked its way up into her. Flora twisted, but couldn't prevent him from putting it inside of her. Next, he carefully moved it around inside of her with his hands while his tongue played with her nipple.

"Doesn't it bother you to see this happen to your fiancйe?" Nicole asked.

"A little. But it's actually very exciting. We have, well, not an 'open' relationship, but at least one that's not 'shut'. She told me about this, and I gave her my permission, if not my blessing. Any fooling around outside of these events is a definite no-no, for both of us."

Flora was starting to moan a little, and her wrists were twisting around. The two cylinders were still apparently intact. As the timer ticked down to six minutes, the man changed tactics. He slid down to the floor, and took out the dildo. Instead, he started to work on her with his tongue.

She started to moan more and more. Flora's eyes were closed, and Nicole could see one of the cylinders starting to slip out of her hands. She suddenly held it tightly, and Nicole saw that it almost broke.

Three minutes. "No, no!" Flora started to pant.

"I won't be able to buy her out of this one," said Alex. "I'm broke." He turned to Nicole and shook her head. "She's done for," he said.

Nicole gave him a questioning look. "His nickname is Slick. I don't know how he learned to use his tongue like that, but this guy is *very* good. He times it so that if he wins, it's in the last minute. He goes easy on the woman about every other time to let people think that it's a fair contest. That way, he makes sure to get the women that he wants, and Flora is *very* good looking," he said, almost proudly.

One minute. "Oh, god! Stop! Don't stop!" she said. Flora thrashed around in the frame as her body started to tremble. She convulsed again, and let out a short scream as she reflexively crushed one cylinder with one hand while the other cylinder fell to the floor.

"Ding!" went the timer.

"Too bad," the man nicknamed Slick said.

Flora heaved and panted. "Oh, you bastard!" she said.

"I don't understand why women call me that, after I give them such pleasure," he said, with a childlike look on his face.

"What's the wager?" Nicole asked Alex.

"If it's the same wager as he usually gives, she would have won five thousand," said Alex. "Twenty five hundred normally, but Flora took the double wager. Now, she can either cough up five thousand -- not likely -- or participate in a fantasy of his."

"What fantasy is that?" Nicole asked.

"Can you come up with five thousand?" Slick asked.

"Not likely," Flora muttered.

"Ah. Do you wish to play with me tonight, or set up something tomorrow... privately?" Slick asked, with a leer.

"I'll do it tomorrow... ah, damn! I can't do it tomorrow!" she said. "Parents are coming over!"

Slick turned to the crowd. "We're closed. No further wagers tonight... but anyone is free to watch," he said.

"It's your own fault," Alex said. "I tried to warn you."

"Buy me out of this!" Flora said.

Nicole turned to Alex. "I *do* have five thousand..." she said softly.

Alex shook his head. "Let her stew," he replied.

"What's going to happen to her?" she asked.

"Slick is actually an extreme submissive at heart," Alex said. "But most mistresses won't play the game the way *he* wants it to be played."

"I'm kind of new to this," said Nicole.

"Just watch," Alex said.

The crowd dispersed except for Nicole and Alex. Slick talked to a blue clad man that walked by. He waited, and a few minutes later, the man returned with a handful of clothing and straps and such.

Slick helped the naked Flora to dress. First, there was thigh high black leather boots with six inch heels. Next, there was a black leather corset that Slick tightened as best he could. Very long leather gloves were the last thing that he had her wear.

Then, he undressed and started on his own outfit. It looked at first to simply be a very elaborate and strong body harness. He strapped it on around his body and over his shoulders. However, above his rump behind him, it looked like there was a bicycle seat attached, with two loops at the sides and support straps that connected to the top of the harness. On the bicycle seat, there was a dildo protruding straight upward.

"I've seen you do this before," Flora said. As Slick finished putting the harness on himself, he knelt down. Flora stood behind him, facing him, and slowly slid down onto the seat and the dildo while spreading her legs and moving her knees forward.

Slick locked the loops around her legs, locking Flora in position. Then, he used handcuffs attached to the harness to cuff Flora's wrists. The handcuffs were just attached just above his erect penis.

He gagged himself, then put his hands into handcuffs attached to the front of the harness, at the chest.

Suddenly, Slick went to his feet. The harness fully supported Flora's weight, and she found herself leaning against him with her bare breasts against his back Most of her weight was now on the seat as the dildo went further inside of her. Her knees were in front of her and at Slick's sides. Flora brought her legs down, but even with the heels she could only scrape the floor occasionally. Her hands clenched near his erect penis.

"Slick calls this his 'bucking bronco' fantasy," Alex said as Slick jumped up and down, jostling Flora around on the dildo. "He's done it enough times that we all know the rules he plays by. He's also done it enough times that he's not going to tire out anytime soon, even with another person on his back!

"The keys are at the booth, and he won't return until they're done," Alex said. "He'll run around all night and drive Flora nuts if she doesn't do anything. However, his manhood can be 'tamed' by her gentle touch.

"He won't go anywhere she wants until she jerks him off once," Alex said. Slick was now prancing away, making sure that every step sent Flora straight up, then straight down onto the seat and the dildo. He had to lean forward to keep his balance. Flora's face was very red as they trotted by. Alex waved to her. "After the first time, he'll start to respond to controls of his 'reins', otherwise known as his cock. He'll follow orders perfectly by the fourth time. The fifth time that she jerks him off, he'll let her out of it."

Nicole's mouth was open, and she wasn't sure if it was the sight of the two of them riding off or Alex's story. "The bouncing can get pretty intense. I've heard rumors that there's at least one woman here that loses on purpose, and has extra riding lessons over at his house."

Nicole's eyes were wide. "This... god! I've heard of a little bondage...but this is ridiculous!"

"Just good old fashioned perverted fun," said Alex.

Alex and Nicole stood at one of the craps table. Alex was the shooter, and was betting red ten dollar chips on 'pass line'.

Nicole, feeling mischievous, put down a red chip on the 'don't pass line'. "Traitor!" Alex said playfully.

"You're going to crap out," she said.

Alex threw the dice. "Three!" announced the woman in the blue corset and tight blue leather skirt.

His chip disappeared, while Nicole took another red chip. Stubbornly, Alex dug out another red chip, put it down on the pass line, and threw the dice again.

Alex's luck was mixed, at first. Whatever he would bet, Nicole would place a bet against him.

Nicole looked across the hall, and saw that Slick was still galloping around with Flora strapped to his back. However, his ride was not as rough, and she could see Flora actively manipulating his penis with her leather gloved hands.

Alex's luck suddenly turned sour. In twenty more throws, all he had accomplished was to bankrupt himself and make Nicole's nest egg just a little larger.

"You're supposed to be new at this!" said Alex. "You're the one who should be losing her shirt!"

"I went to school in Las Vegas, and worked my way through school at the tables," she said.

"Oh, god!" said Alex.

"You have any more on the card?" she asked. "Or do you have to get more dressed up?"

"What are you going to do with all that money?" Alex asked.

"I haven't decided yet," said Nicole.

"Could you give a man in need a private loan?" he asked.

The dealer overheard them. "I can put it through," she said.

Alex rolled his eyes. "Ahem, I was hoping for an unofficial one."

"Why not make it official?" she asked.

Alex sighed, and handed his card to the woman tending the table.

Nicole handed her own card over, and a black chip. The woman strutted over to a computer terminal in her blue corset, tight knee length blue leather skirt, and blue five inch heels. "It's official," she said, and handed Alex the black chip.

"You didn't answer my question," said Nicole.

"I was hoping to keep it unofficial," he said, "well..."

"So you could weasel out of it, if you lost it all?" Nicole said. "I'm learning, Alex. More craps?"

Alex looked at her for a long time. He put the black chip down on the pass line. "Why putz around?" he said.

Nicole pulled out a black chip of her own, and placed it in the 'don't pass line' area. "Roll them bones," she said.

"Five, the point is five," said the woman in blue, as she returned the dice to Alex.

"Come on five!" he yelled, rolling the dice.

This time it came up an eleven. Next time, a four.

"Come on!" he yelled again. This time, a three.

A cruel idea came across Nicole's mind. One in six... but if it works, he'll HATE me for it... It was too sweet to pass up. It's not like it's real money, anyway...

Nicole placed another black chip down as a come bet. "You roll a seven, this time," she said. "You lose everything, I get double."

Alex looked at her for the longest time. "Five, five, come on five!" he said, throwing the dice with a twist of his wrist.

"Argh!" Alex exclaimed, as he saw one die with a two, and the other with a five.

"Beginner's luck," Nicole said with a smile as the woman in blue took Alex's black chip, then put two more black chips in front of Nicole. She gathered up all of her funds. "Now, about that money you owe me..."

There was the sound of loud footsteps. "Whoa!" came Flora's voice.

Nicole turned around, and saw Flora's hand pulling back sharply on Slick's erect penis. "Sit!" she commanded. Slick walked over to a stool, and sat down.

Flora was able to support herself on the floor now. "Taming the stallion?" Nicole asked with a smile.

"Get that 'I told you so' look off your face, Alex!" she said. "Or it'll be really cold in bed for you!" She had to lean over to one side to see around Slick's body and talk to the two of them.

"Who, me?" Alex said, rolling his eyes and eyeing a woman wearing only a rubber bikini and a pair of stiletto heels. "I say nothing. I know nothing."

"So, about that money you owe me..." Nicole said.

"What?! You're in the hole?! How much?" she asked.

"Oh, a thousand or so," said Nicole.

"A THOUSAND?!" exclaimed Flora. "Alex, you're an idiot!"

"Um, I'm not sure you're in a very good place to lord your superiority," replied Alex.

Slick chose this moment to bounce up and down on the chair, and jostle her around on the dildo.

"Well, can't you just get dressed up some more, and give me the money?" Nicole asked. "I thought seven inch heels were worth a thousand."

Flora busted out laughing. "I want to see this!" she said.

"No way!" Alex said. "It's actually worth two thousand. Seems that most guys here object to dressing up in drag, so they have to offer double for guys to wear heels & dresses."

"It's not really an advantage," Flora said. "They get double to put it on, but they still have to pay double to get it off!" She was idly stroking Slick's penis with one leather gloved hand. Nicole could see an almost dry streak of liquid on her glove.

"Well?" Nicole asked. There was a very wide smile on her face. "I'm beginning to really like this place!" she said.

"I'm still thinking," said Alex.

Nicole turned and interrupted the lady in blue. "What's the going rate for a man to eat out a woman," she asked.

Alex jerked, and Flora let out a gasp. "Two hundred to five hundred," replied the woman. "For five to ten minutes, one orgasm."

Nicole turned back to Alex. "Well?" she asked. "Twenty minutes, or two orgasms. Then you're clear."

"Don't' do it!" said Flora. "I'm a jealous woman!"

"Like you're the one to talk! You're stroking another man's cock as we speak!"

Flora hurriedly let go of Slick's erect penis. Slick let out a moan, and started to bounce up and down. "Alex... Nicole..." she let out as Slick regained his feet and started to take a very bouncy jog around the casino.

"Let's go look at Debtor's Prison, while you're thinking about it," Nicole said.

Nicole headed for the center of the hall, and was managing to be steady in her heels. Alex followed behind her. "It's not really that interesting," he said.

Nicole pushed aside a curtain and looked. "Not that interesting, huh?" she said.

There was a set of stocks, and two sets of manacles hanging from ceiling chains. Behind them, Nicole could make out a rack of some sort, and a suspended cage that looked like it would leave *very* little room for movement inside of it. There was a large glass case that Nicole walked over to. Behind the glass, there was a wild assortment of whips, paddles, dildoes, vibrators, and other miscellaneous and sundry devices of punishment and pleasure.

"Let's see... What's this? Butt plug, extra large. I think that would look good on you. Oh, and what's this? A paddle, for spanking you! I really think I'm going to like this casino night thing!"

"That's because you have all the money," he grumbled.

"Now, how do I check you into this little daycare, here?" she asked. "I think you'd look lovely in the stocks."

"Nicole, you're a complete bitch, do you know that?!"

Nicole hiked up her very short black leather skirt and sat down in a nearby chair. "Choose," she said, spreading her legs. Her bare mound was clearly visible to him.

Alex looked around, and did not see either his fiancee or the bucking bronco. Curtains formed a partial sight barrier. Suddenly, he dropped to his knees and without further preamble, thrust his tongue inside of her.

"Now, gently!" she chided him. "Have a little respect for a woman!"

Nicole had to admit that he was good. His lips gently massaged the outside, while his tongue made teasing forays within her. "That's it..." she encouraged.

I don't believe I'm doing this, she thought to herself. A half of an hour ago, I was shocked at everything I saw her. Now...

Now, I've jumped in, feet first, and I have my best friend's fiancй eating my pussy!

That thought was abruptly terminated as he brought her to an orgasm. As she climaxed, she grabbed ahold of his hair and pushed his head back. "Give me a few seconds!" she said.

Alex looked around, still searching for his fiancee. "You look so nervous, so guilty! Remember, I *made* you do it!"

Alex looked up at her, and suddenly smiled. With that, Alex returned to her crotch with a gusto.

She was still very close, and it was a matter of a few minutes before she climaxed again. "You've done your duty," she said.

"Will you pay me five hundred for one more?" he asked, eagerly.

Nicole chuckled at this. "One hundred."

"How about two hundred?" Alex offered.

"One fifty, and that's final," said Nicole.

As soon had she said that, Alex's tongue was inside of her.

This one took a bit longer, but it seemed to Nicole that he was taking his time. "Oh, I'm so close!" she said, grabbing him by the hair and pulling his head closer.

Nicole was moaning for almost a minute, teetering on the edge, before yet another orgasm swept through her. "Oh, my god, you are good!" she said.

Alex stood up and wiped his mouth. "It's one of the things about me that Flora really likes," he said.

"I don't blame her," said Nicole. "I'm not trying to steal you... but I've always liked you, and when you said that your relationship wasn't quite 'closed', well..."

"I've always thought you were a mighty fine woman," said Alex. "I just never had a chance to get close to you like I did with Flora."

"Where is she, by the way?" said Nicole.

"I don't know, but I'd appreciate it if our debt was settled," he said.

"How do I do that?" she asked.

"We'll just find someone in blue, near a computer, and you can tell them that the debt is canceled," he said. "I can take the one fifty in cash."

Nicole handed him the chips. "It must really be a boost to have a woman *pay* you for sex," she said.

"It's only funny money. But, yea, it's a thrill. Especially coming from you," he said.

They found a man wearing blue suspenders and a blue rubber shorts tending the open bar. "I'd like to cancel a debt," she said, handing him both of their cards."

He fed both cards through his computer. "All one thousand?" he asked.

Nicole nodded. The man punched a few buttons, then he returned the cards. "All clear," he said.

They took their cards, then found the blue french maid again and took drinks. "Have you seen Slick?" he asked her.

"He's over by the food tables," she said.

They headed for the food, and sure enough, found the woman and her mount. Slick was bucking and spinning in place, in front of a speaker that was pouring fourth a dance tune with heavy base. His twists and bumps were in sync with the dance. Meanwhile, Flora was being jostled all about, and she desperately pumped at his hard cock. A half dozen guests watched the proceedings, sipping drinks and snacking while they chatted.

Squirt! Finally, he ejaculated. This ejaculation lacked force, and most of it dribbled down Flora's gloved hand.

"So, how many is that?" Alex asked his wife to be.

Slick let out a long sigh through his gag, then walked over to them as Flora directed her mount with twists of the penis. "This is the third!" she said. "So, how did you settle up?"

"He didn't, yet," Nicole said suddenly. Alex turned his head back to look at her, with a questioning look. "I don't see much choice but to put him in debtor's prison."

"Oh, the baby can earn that much money!" Flora said, directing her mount to sit down on a stool. "He just doesn't want to embarrass himself that much, or do real work next casino night!"

"Maybe I'll just let it ride," Nicole said. "Keep it over him like an ax waiting to fall."

Alex looked perplexed by this. Come on, Alex, thought Nicole. I'm trying to give you another chance to eat me out... that is, if you really want to...

"Maybe we can work something else out," Alex said. "I know that Nicole is a reasonable woman."

Nicole smiled at him.

As Alex took a trip to the dressing room to pee, Slick went on another of his rampages through the casino. Nicole ignored Flora's surprised yelps, and wandered away. Nicole headed towards the private gaming area again.

Slick's booth was empty, but several others were going strong. At the first one, a woman was taking bets from male guests. She was dressed in long black rubber gloves and thigh high rubber stockings with high heels. The rest of her body was bare as she invited men to try her game. The sign above her stand said "Nancy's Manhood Testing Center."

She had a wall built behind her which had three sets of manacles set into it. As Nicole watched, the woman was locking the last of three men into the manacles.

All three of the men were still dressed. After they were locked in place, the woman that she presumed was Nancy unzipped their flies and pulled out their penises.

Next, she took three odd crotch harnesses and strapped one on each of the men, over their clothes. After that, she pulled out three somewhat bulky rubber sleeves, and put the men's penises through it, and attached the sleeves to the harnesses.

Nancy pulled curtains between the three men. "Now, remember the rules," she said. "This isn't over till the last man comes. The prize is twenty bucks per minute that the last man holds out. The winner gets it, the guy in the middle loses ten bucks per minute, and the first guy..."

Nancy put a hand under the counter. She pulled out a leash, and there was a man attached to it. He was clothed, but on his head he wore an elaborate harness. It had numerous leather straps and had a built in blindfold. It also gagged him as well, and a dildo protruded from where the mouth should have been. Nicole thought that there were earplugs built into it.

"The loser loses fifteen bucks per minute, and has to service me with *this* until the next loser comes around," she said.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

The three men nodded. With that, she pushed a switch on the counter. Nancy then sat down in a chair in front of them, and pulled out her harnessed man. Taking a couple of leather straps, she pushed the dildo of his head harness into her pussy, and used the straps to attach the man's head to her legs and torso. He could not pull the dildo out, and slowly started to move it back and forth.

The sleeves around the men's penis were buzzing as well as expanding and contracting slightly. There was a timer on the counter, visible to the audience but not to the participants, that showed the time.

None of the three players immediately came, so she turned her attention to the next one. At this booth, a chessboard was set up. The man running the booth was sitting down behind the booth, while a male player was sitting on a stool with his pants down aorund hie ankles. There was a chess clock in use, which had wires connecting it to both player's stools.

Nicole walked nearer, and saw that the man was shifting around uncomfortably on the stool. There was a buzzing noise around the booth, that seemed to move every time that a move was made and the buttons on the clock were pressed.