sallythescorpian
a bad, bad girl
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Katie Quinlan sat at the blackjack table in the Bellagio Hotel, Las Vegas, almost bursting with excitement. She loved to gamble, more appropriately she loved to win, to get something for nothing.
She sipped on her southern comfort, which the hostess had set before her, and smiled at the few guys watching her. She was used to being eyed up. She was petite, only 5'3" and her long curly mahogony brown hair, fell to her waist, and always caught peoples attention. It framed her small, pretty features perfectly. Of course, her boobs didn't hurt her appearance any either, big enough to be good, a D cup, but they looked bigger on her small frame.
She was winning as much as she was losing, and at $50 a game, that wasn't too bad. Then she had a string of losses, and then two guys sat down at her table, and began to play too. She noticed one in particular. He was tall 6'2" or 3" she guessed, and nicely built, dark hair and amazing crystal blue eyes. She smiled at him. Perhaps he would be her good luck tailsman. She wasn't sure what his name was - Morgan she thought, as she heard another friend call across the casino to him, shouting out "hey Morgan!!" but then the guy with him seemed to call him Lance, so perhaps Morgan was the other guy.
She sipped on her southern comfort, which the hostess had set before her, and smiled at the few guys watching her. She was used to being eyed up. She was petite, only 5'3" and her long curly mahogony brown hair, fell to her waist, and always caught peoples attention. It framed her small, pretty features perfectly. Of course, her boobs didn't hurt her appearance any either, big enough to be good, a D cup, but they looked bigger on her small frame.
She was winning as much as she was losing, and at $50 a game, that wasn't too bad. Then she had a string of losses, and then two guys sat down at her table, and began to play too. She noticed one in particular. He was tall 6'2" or 3" she guessed, and nicely built, dark hair and amazing crystal blue eyes. She smiled at him. Perhaps he would be her good luck tailsman. She wasn't sure what his name was - Morgan she thought, as she heard another friend call across the casino to him, shouting out "hey Morgan!!" but then the guy with him seemed to call him Lance, so perhaps Morgan was the other guy.