My wonderful hubby off on a four day fishing trip, am enjoying myself at the casino with a wonderful run of luck. Wriggling with every win at roulette, am thrilled with the my good fortune, and wishing I could share it. Some fine looking gentleman is doing fairly well, except for his choice of companion, and he might make this excursion even more memorable.
Apparently the hooker who was pestering him got a brush off, so I sidle up to him, and compliment him on his style. More spins, more success, his blush is cute as I ask him if he minds me ‘rubbing him for luck’. Surprised to find out that the worn out looking thing that had been next to him was actually a date, I still tease him. She surely doesn’t measure up to me!
Feeling good in my snug outfit, I brush up against him, knowing my perfume is wafting perfectly as he stiffens in general and specific. Smiling coyly, I soak up his reaction to my continued pursuit, as he feigns loyalty to his ‘date’.
People shift suddenly, and this harridan is right in my face, blustering and cursing. My immediate reaction is that she has zero class. I start to inform her to back off as I get ready to stake my turf, both at the table and on JT, particularly as she is embarrassing us all in front of the now staring crowd. As she babbles, she shoves her sloppy tits into my breasts.
I make eye contact, having listened to her screeches, and push back, feeling our bosoms press together. “Fuck off, slut”.