THAT'S WHY THEY CALL IT GAMING...

At the end of another serpentine hallway,

deep in the bowels of this grim vessel...

she opened another door with her key.

It was a ballroom,

jammed with gaming tables..

hundreds of people, all in Cinderella costumes

were hurling money...not chips

but real folding money

onto green baize...

dice and cards were flying

and drinks were tossed back with abandon...

quiet saxophone music drifted into my ears

and it looked like any other costumed charity gaming event

until I noticed the waitresses..

they were all naked

except for a small strap that ran around the neck

across each breast

and under and around

between the thighs

and back up again.

As they brought new drinks to replace the old,

they were fondled and tormented,

male and female fingers explored their parts

and parted their legs

and patted and pulled

at their breasts.

They were serving creatures in the purest definition..

one was on her knees,

suckling under the gown of a dowdy looking woman

who occasionally stroked her hair

as she pondered her next wager.

another had the firm member of one of the dice tossers

lodged deep inside her throat

and yet still held her tray balanced aloft..

in a moment

he paused in his playing

and then she rose, swallowed,

and he threw a few bills onto her tray.

I followed li'l ol' Lamarr Jean as she moved into the room..

She seemed nonplused by all of this...

as though it were an everyday event, and lord knows,

maybe it was.

A set of breasts approached me

and asked me if I would like a drink... or something.

My date grabbed at the breasts and twisted them...

a look of pure delighted lust spread across the girl's face

and she turned away from me to face her torturer..

"is there anything I can do for you, M'Lady??"

she asked - obviously hopefully

Lamarr twisted some more,

and said that she wanted a beer, and asked me what I wanted...

I nodded, mesmerized...

and the breasts went sadly away...

We found two stools at a poker table,

and Lamarr pulled a wad of bank notes from her pocket,

split it in two and put a stack in front of me.

"Play with this," she said "It's lucky money".

By now I was convinced that this dream had to end soon,

and I'd be in the dark

somewhere at the side of the highway

next to my broken Jag...

and I became even more convinced

when I saw Lamarr reach under her dress...

her hand stayed there for several moments

until our waitbreasts returned.

Setting her tray on the stool next to me,

she gave us our drinks and then dropped to her knees

in front of Lamarr.

My date...

MY FUCKIN' BLIND DATE

gripped the panting woman by the back of her head

and pushed her up and under her dress...

spreading her feet apart as she did so,

and winking at me

as she raised her beer bottle in a toast.

I could resist no longer...

"What kind of place is this.. ?"

"Whatever kind you want it to be... " she replied

and her body began to shake at the action beneath her petticoats.

In seconds her thighs spread further..

one went over my lap.

and the other onto the stool next to her..

She clung to my arm,

and looked into my face...

and her eyes rolled upwards

and she screamed at the top of her voice.

I looked away, embarrassed.

until the applause came...

then I looked down..

I'd won a thousand dollars.