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[TiffanyNylons]

Interlude: The Pornographers​

Joe was a 25 year old 'Freelance Pornographer'; he crept around various public places where people were known to have sex. He would take pictures and then sell them to various porn sites on the Dark Web. From there they would often find themselves to free streaming porn sites. Joe had caught an elementary teacher having unprotected bondage sex in an exclusive night club. He was splicing the footage together when he got a clip from one of his other 'Freelance Pornographer' of a similarly clad brunette being carried into an exclusive hotel.

This added mystery to the footage; obviously this was not some hooker or escort being used. They were a real couple. Why else would he be carrying her into the hotel? If she was a common streetwalker...he would have left her at the club or wherever he found her.

So he paid the guy his finder fee and spliced it into a 28 minute 37 second movie. He took some HD captures of her face and sent them to a specialist who used facial recognition to identify people in Joe's porn. Thirty minutes later he had claire's personal details. It went on the Dark Net as Teacher gets drunk, bound, fucked and creampied!

Seventy-two hours later; it had made Joe $15,000 and then made its way onto a mainstream porn streaming site...

 

[Homerun2611]

”I love you, I love being your cunt...” I exploded. She couldn’t have made me happier. Bill realized she liked the more submissive positions, but Bill loved the Claire Cowgirl Show and hoped it could be an occasional change of pace.

We were both exhausted, I knew somehow we would rally tomorrow, she would inspire him again...somehow!?!? However, at that moment her cuddling was the greatest thing ever. I was surprised when Claire, then got serious. And described Her Head of Household desires. This was clearly important to her, and I was trying to think of how to best respond when I saw an envelope slip under our door. Claire and I both sat up and looked at each other curiously, was this about Tim and Jane? I got up, I peeked outside our door, the only thing I saw was the light in Jeff’s room was closing behind his door. I picked up the envelope and opened, I started to laugh, Clair looked at me, I threw her the envelope. Inside were 20, $1,000 bills...and a note in a woman’s handwriting. Golden cock and Golden pussy won, between the plane ride and the club, it was no contest. I didn’t even have to tell them about the threesome. I hope that stays between us, and I get a return invite. Sincerely, thank you, it was fun to be immersed into true love. Take care of each other~Jessica

Boy, my first concerns about her had been wrong. Claire and I laughed about, but the money would go to a wedding present for Tim and Jane. I appreciated the brief respite, as it gave me time to think. I slipped back into the bed, and resumed my position, but when she realized I was going to answer she popped up, rested her arms on my chest and looked me in the eye.

Okay Sweetheart, That is fine, I am happy to be Head of Household, or any of the synonyms. But you need to understand, I am used to having power. Many people work for me, and would do anything to curry my favor. But that is not what I believe in, I think good leaders care about their people, all of them, and try to align their interests with his. I do hold people accountable, and maybe that is what this is, but I primarily manage people by earning their trust and being fair, the loyalty and performance that engenders is exceptional. You are not my employee, but I haven’t seen you do one thing where you are not first thinking of me. No man could ask for more. To me you are my perfect mate, my soul mate. I don’t know what I might need to come up with to improve. The spankings occasionally do sound appealing though Bill had tried to make a joke, but it fell flat. She wanted none of that. What is it Bill wondered, that made her so need this, he would try hard to deliver, but she was truly perfect to him, then he thought. He had watched his earlier marriage let most of the passion slip away, he did not want that to happen again.

we will need to think more about the rules as we go along, right now, we will have just this. Starting today, unless one of us has to travel, you will be in my bed every night. We will never go to sleep without some type of sexual interaction, even if it is only a real, single good night kiss. And to bed you will either be naked or in attractive sexy lingerie, no excuses. I will think of others, but for now that is all. she seemed more satisfied, Bill hoped so, she was perfect.

Now it was Bill’s turn to change the subject ”Claire, I need to discuss tomorrow night. If you want to make a commitment to me, you need to see me in a competitive situation, like I face every day at work. Tomorrow night we are going to Ceasar’s Palace, to play high stakes poker. I will seem pretty ruthless, that is just the role. You will be my sex kitten and partner. You and I will find the target. Some guy obviously cheating on his wife, trying to impress some call girl. This is Vegas and there will be no shortage. He will be winning pretty big at one of the tables, and feel pretty good about himself. We will get near him, and I will gamble and you will sex it up, fondling, Daddy talk, we will make him cream in his jeans wanting you. It will sound like you are with me because I am a winner. I will strike up a conversation and invite him to go play high stakes poker. If he thinks it means a shot at you, he will be ready, he will run through fire. I want you to watch, how I set him up and take him down. We will bust the cheating scumbag, I call these my Robinhood moments, the money will either go to his wife or charity. We’ll play it by ear. I think you mentioned a red dress, I hope it will have easy access to your pussy. Tomorrow is a panty free night.....Oh, and can you excuse me for just a second, I need to make a quick call”

Bill went into the main suite area,”STEVE, this is Bill, is it ready?...great thank you, I expect my girlfriend and I to be by your place around 11, tomorrow night. Thanks for everything....and remember, she has no idea”.

Claire was almost asleep, he slid into bed next to her, she nestled her head onto his chest and put her leg over his thigh, such that he felt the warmth of her warm wet pussy, pressed against him, her hand went down and came to rest over his flaccid cock and balls, almost shielding them. Bill felt so good, so content, “Good night Miss Sinclair...”

 

[TiffanyNylons]

He had made it so far, but he was starting to tire. He had made it further than any of his brothers and sisters. His energy failing, he was ready to be absorbed into claire's body.

She had not traveled too far when she bumped into him...he began sliding around her. Suddenly finding more energy, he began looking for a soft spot in her cellular membrane. Finding it, he fertilized her...and the two becoming one, Bill's son, he moved down out of his mother's tube to find a spot in her womb.

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"Ugn..." claire woke up, there was a quick and sharp pain in her lower abdomen. She wondered what it was; it went away quickly. So quickly that she thought maybe it was a dream. She went back to sleep; unaware that she was now a mother...

 

[Homerun2611]

Chapter Five​

Bill awoke before Claire, she was still in exactly the same position as she had been when they fell asleep, nestled on his chest, leg across his, hand gently guarding his manhood. And now, ever after the marathon love making they had, she looked radiant. He didn't want to leave her, he wanted to feel her in his arms as she woke up, kiss her awake. Unfortunately he had other business that he had to take care of. He looked at his girl, you need to be pampered, you have been amazing, but everyone's tank finally hits empty. He realized before he went anywhere, he needed to ice the boys. They had to be ready to get back in the game sooner rather than later.

He slid her hand from his cock, she murmored a bit of a huff. Even subconsciously she knew what she wanted. He slid out from underneath her leg, and he gently kissed her cheek. He called down to room service, when she awoke she would have her option of fresh yogurt, granola, berries, bagels, fresh squeezed juices and coffee. He even ordered some smoked salmon in case she wanted protein. He called the spa and arranged an 11 am massage and mud bath, he told them anything else she wanted, just pamper her. He wrote her a note, telling her he had to run out but the various things he had set up for her. Then he headed to the shower. He put on all the shower heads and let the hot water beat on his body, the steam clear his senses and rejuvenate. The lazy man's workout a friend called it. Bill was not lazy but working out was not an option, after his evening with Claire he could barely walk. God, she is good. His cock tried to harden at the thought of her, but that wasn't going to happen, he needed a break. He had ordered himself a couple of poached eggs and bacon, and whole wheat toast. The juice, some black coffee and he was beginning to get himself back.

He added a PS to her note. I will meet you by the pool, for lunch, I expect to see something sexy. Until then my love.

Bill knew that his friend the DA had some treasury officials and FBI agents that wanted to talk to Bill. This was about Jeff, despite their issues, they had been so close not that long ago, but he now feared his old friend had made some very big mistakes. Bill was the only one up when he left, he took one last look at Clair and leaned over and kissed her gently on the cheek, he heard her sigh, then he left...

 

[TiffanyNylons]

i awoke alone, and in the wet spot, in Bill's bed. i was stiff and my pussy hurt. She should, after all she had been well pounded every day for the past four, five days? Time was beginning to blur, but that was alright. i zombie shuffled into the shower and let the warm water and steam wake m up the rest of the way. i giggled when i realized i was still wearing my stockings. i had become so accustomed to having nylons on my legs.

i read the note from Bill; i had just the thing for lunch by the pool.

i picked up the phone and rescheduled the massage for after lunch and made it a couple's massage. i thought about it for a second and asked if there were any services that provided massages either nude or in lingerie. They said that could be arranged, and so i set the appointment.

Toweled off i went into the common area of the suite and found Lexi and Jessica already attacking the breakfast tray. i made light gossip and small talk, they had not yet found out about Tim & Jane and it did not feel like my place to tell them. "Smells like I was right," Lexi said as i walked by her, Lexi's tone was subtly different. Less bitchy, still bitchy, but...less. "someone will be going home a mother."

i blew it off as her acting weird and continued chatting. They had devoured much of the yogurt and bagels which was fine by me. i typically was not a breakfast person. i snack just to get the system going. My biggest meal was typically lunch with a light dinner and light, healthy snacks in between meals. i grabbed a banana; i got some jokes for that but i needed the potassium for my sore muscles. Then i poked and nibbled at the smoked salmon for protein. "Remember to save some for Jane...it sounds like she is going to need it."

While we ate, we could hear Tim once more fucking the girl. They could be loud!

i invited the other girls to the spa, and to my surprise Lexi agreed. We soaked in the mud bath and had facials. Still hurting and stiff, i opted for a massage. This time from a woman. She knew the score, knew why i was hurting and targeted those areas. While under normal circumstances it would have been arousing, today it just felt good. A relief. "So is this from professional or personal use?" She asked; she typically gave this massage to high-end prostitutes or newlywed brides. This was not the first time she had given this massage to a girl from the room of Mr. William Craig, but it was the first time claire had graced her table. So she was curious; was claire a new prostitute or had someone finally been able to land the womanizer?

i decided to have a little fun and try something on for size. "i am the new Mrs. William Craig. i just put Sinclair down because i'm not used to my married name just yet." It felt good to say it; to think of myself as 'Claire Craig'.

After the massage i went back to the room and slipped into my bikini bottoms and top. i put on black heels and a wide brim straw hat with a black band on it. i hooked my sunglasses inside my bikini bottoms and headed towards the pool area.

Once out in the bright Vegas sun i slipped the shades on and found my Man. The pool was thick with trophy wives, girlfriends, secretaries and escorts. i turned some heads, but not others. i was not the most beautiful belle at this ball, but i was not the ugly stepsister either. i was comfortably average for this setting, which meant i could blend in while still being worthy of being on Bill's arm as eye candy. "Is this seat taken?" i ask, presenting myself to the Man to whom i just pretended to married to.

 

[Homerun2611]

That had been a tough morning. Tommy had introduced Bill to the Federal Agents and they had a long chat. It appeared as Jeff might be taken into custody as soon as today or tomorrow. Bill was torn, but there was nothing he could do. Bill had only been questioned because he had invested about $500 k with Jeff five years ago when he was putting together his fund. Altogether he had about $300 million under management. Bill had received regular statements, but this was a relatively small investment and the returns seemed steadily positive so he had never thought much about it. He did remember about 3 months ago, Jeff coming to him and trying to get Bill to invest $25 million on a "once in a lifetime opportunity". It had sounded odd to Bill and he had passed. That was a lot of liquidity to create in a few days, and Bill was happy with his portfolio.

This morning's discussion made Bill happy with his decision. Jeff's fund was a fraud, the reality was he had supposedly lost most of the money and then created a ponzi scheme where new investors paid out the dividends and payouts to old investors, so on and so on. Apparently, at the time Jeff had mentioned the investment to Bill, a large investor in the fund had wanted to cash out. They had $25 million invested, and when it took an extraordinarily long time to get their money that investor had put the SEC on alert. The SEC had turned to the FBI, and here we are today. Bill knew his money was gone, but he would survive. He felt bad for the school teachers and fireman, etc who had probably put their entire nest egg with Jeff and might now have to work for the rest of their lives. Bill knew Jeff well enough to know he had some serious money somewhere. Jeff was the one who had helped Bill set up numbered accounts in the Cayman's and gold deposits in Switzerland in case he ever had any issues with taxes or anything else which froze his assets. Bill promised to work with the government to help get back what they could to help those people.

Bill just wanted to relax and was enjoying the warm sun beating down on his face when he heard Claire, "Is this seat taken?" He looked up and had to adjust his eyes, but was thrilled to see her. There she stood, reminding him of Holly Go Lightly, the Audrey Hepburn character in Breakfast at Tiffany's. He loved the high heels with the swimsuit and the transparency of the dark suit against her milk like skin.

Bill's heart skipped a beat, he was so happy to see her. He got up and gave her a peck on the cheek, it was actually odd not to be passionately kissing her. She sat down and they ordered drinks. Bill ordered a spicy bloody mary and teased Clair that while she was incapacitated, he would need to turn to a spicy red head. He would tell her about Jeff, but that could wait a minute. Once their drinks were served, he contemplated rubbing oil all over her. First that would be fun, second, Bill didn't particularly like tan lines. He was fine if his woman tanned in the nude, or if she put on strong sun block, but the consistent body color he just found more arousing.

But that could wait, he had a better idea. The Bellagio had a world famous warm salt water jacuzzi that easily accommodated 20 or more. It had seats around the side, and a large standing area in the middle. They walked down with their drinks, and he was surprised that they were the only ones there. He wasn't really planning anything hiighly sexual, but he like the intimacy. They sat their drinks on the side of the jacuzzi, and waded in to the standing area. She turned and put her arms loosely around his neck and he lightly grabbed her waste and pulled her closely. This time he did kiss her, deeply and lovingly. "I missed you this morning, I missed having you wake up in my arms, I loved last night. I hope we can be together again just like that." He leaned in so he could whisper in her ear, "So how is my Cunt doing this morning?" With that he turned her back around so he could massage her shoulders, while he nibbled and kissed at her neck...

 

[TiffanyNylons]

I ordered a Pina Colada, something sweet and frozen sounded yummy. Plus I know how much you enjoy me sucking and swallowing white fluids. I slide my hand into yours as we walk. There seems something wrong, stressful. I want to make it better, but talking about it is not what you want. If it were, I would already know about it.

Even with the spa treatments I still ache. So a saltwater Jacuzzi sounds amazing. Perhaps that would be enough to relax and soothe you so.

I love the way you hold me. Kiss me. My eyes close and my soul quivers. Then you are massaging me. Telling me how much you missed me. "I missed you too." I say as you rub the stress away. Then you call me "cunt". It is soft, normal. I become very emotionally aroused. "Please, Bill...make that my pet name. Only for intimate times...and when we are being exhibitionist..." I say as I hold my hair up as you massage me.

 

[Homerun2611]

I love kissing her neck and massaging her shoulders, occasionally letting my hands tickle down her back and feel her body squirm. The high salt concentration of the water so increases your buoyancy that you feel, when she turns around to face me, we kiss and it is like we are suspended on a cloud. She always melts into my arms like she was born to be there. Finally I tell her we need to go, I have a surprise for our lunch and afternoon. I tell her to get ready, it is an adventure, but little walking is required.

We go back to the room, she goes back to change and I make arrangements. She comes out with a big smile, we had talked about my going to undergrad in Texas and how sexy the women were. Out she comes in a tan short skirt, bare legs, cowboy boots, and tank top with a blouse tied around the waste, and cowboy hat on. She was lucky I let her leave the room without taking her right there! I asked her to lift her skirt and there was her little thong, outfit perfect! I toss on khaki shorts and an untucked blue jean shirt and sandals and off we went.

I had the hotel pack us a picnic lunch and we headed out to the limo, Claire was curious as to her surprise. The limo took us to the heliport, and we hopped into the helicopter I had rented. The Grand Canyon is only a 30 minute ride from Vegas and a beautiful trip it is, flying over Lake Mead and Hoover Dam. I tell Claire stories about the building of the dam, and she loves it, being a teacher she takes pictures for her class. As we ride, I can’t help but run my hands up and down her bare legs and kiss her. Instinctively, as I touch her, her legs separate slightly. I know she needs time, though I do appreciate the effort. The ride in the canyon is amazing. We first ride just above the rim to one end, then we swoop down to ride back along the floor. Half way back we stop for lunch. The hotel did great, roasted chicken, potato salad, cheese, crackers and grapes. A chilled bottle of white wine, a bottle of water, and we have a feast. We cuddle as we eat, we laugh, we tell stories, and we kiss. We have blankets spread, and I lean her back and go on my side next to her. We just kiss, long, sweet, passionate kisses. That is all, but it is wonderful. There are chocolate chip cookies for dessert, and finishing our wine.

We get back in the helicopter and finish our ride and head back. It is almost four when we get to the room, and now it is Claire’s turn to surprise. I see the massage tables in the middle of our bedroom suite...

 

[TiffanyNylons]

i am a little surprised that we are going for a helicopter ride; but i eagerly get in. i've never been on a helicopter and i am a little excited. i get in first, then you. You sit next to me and we put on the headsets with microphones. The pilot gets in his seat and starts the engine. "So are you newlyweds or a Boss and his secretary on a business trip?" The pilot was smiling. ""You look too happy to be anything else."

i look at you, i do not think you appreciate his sense of humor so i intercede. "Yes, Sir...i just became Mrs William Craig." That seems to soften your irritation.

Then we are in the air. The aircraft is vibrating, i am biting my lip as we fly to our destination. i try to concentrate on your words. i take pictures from time to time as a means to move and relive the growing pressure in my loins. The vibrations from the flight against my pussy is driving me nuts. Once i think you are going to touch me, give me relief...but you only rest your hand on my knee and my thighs just above my knee.

Then we are at our private picnic site. We just hold hands and share passionate kisses. The views are amazing. i tell you about growing up in the country. My mother raising German Sheppards and my Father raising cattle. i tell you i was a NCAA athlete; i ran cross country and shot air rifle.

Our bliss is interrupted by the distant sound of an approaching helicopter. i hold onto my cowgirl hat so it does not blow away. Once more you let me get in first and we take off. The air is more choppy and it is so difficult to remain silent. A few whimpers and moans escape my lips and are caught on the mic. i almost cum once, but adjust. i have to bite my lips, press my nails into my palm as a way of suppressing the orgasm.

i am wobbly when we get back to the helipad and make our way back to the hotel room. i wonder what you will think about your surprise. We open the door and go inside our suite; there are the two massage tables. "Surprise,
i got us a couples erotic massage."

"Hello, Mr Craig." a soft, feminine voice says in a slightly Japanese/slightly Manhattan accent. Asa Akira steps out of our restroom. She is joined by another girl, a readheaded Asian girl. "Melanie and i were in town when the agency contacted us for an exclusive, erotic couples massage.

The two girls strip, completely nude. "Please, disrobe and let us get to work, massaging those wonderful muscles that have made so much love this weekend." We follow suit and strip, laying down on the tables. The porn stars went to work on their bodies. Rubbing and caressing, kneading the knots and weariness out of their bodies. They flippend and Melanie began massaging my feet...my legs...she skipped my pussy and moved around to my breasts. i looked over at you and you were smiling, enjoying the show. Then i noticed Asa massaging your cock...her hands squeezing and gripping you. She cupped your balls.

i had a look of jealousy on my face...then Melanie's hands found my slit. Rubbing, exploring...once more i was building. i bit my lower lip as i gazed at you, my slit opening. The perfume of my honeypot filling the room. "Fuck me, i'm going to cum...i want to cum on claire." i watch you cross over to me, your one-eyed snake aimed at me. i lay there still. Asa is furiously stroking you; i find myself irritated. i reach up and push her hand aside. i begin stroking you...

Then you spasm in my hand, your cum sprays across my breasts...my shoulders...my face. A rope of cum landing across my lips. Asa and Melanie were giggling, they starting massaging me. Rubbing your cum into my skin as if it were massage oil. i opened my mouth and they scoop some of your seed into my mouth. i whimper as Melanie continues to reach down from time to time to rub my clit. She is edging me...cruelly after the day i have had...

 

[Homerun2611]

The entire scene had been incredibly erotic. How had Claire ordered up Asa, that was maybe the last non-Claire fantasy I had. While I was never particularly into any specific ethnicity, I loved all women, there was something unique about Asa that I found particularly sexy. Melanie was arguably, just as hot. Had she intuited my Asa attraction, how could she?

Now, watching them massage in my cum, feed you my cum, it was just incredibly erotic. I had not wanted to cum, I knew what I hoped tonight would bring, I wanted to save myself, but I couldn't stop as they worked me. Especially when Claire pushed Asa's hand away and claimed ownership of her man's cock. In reality, I wasn't worried about tonight. I knew my Muse, she would have me ready, as often as she wanted me to go tonight, tonight, when we consummated. I had the world’s best woman, I wondered if she would be so sharing after tonight.

I look down at you, and they are edging you, I had felt your arousal on the helicopter, I had been so careful not to push you over, no matter how much I wanted to go up and under that skirt. I want tonight, after, to be the most intense orgasm you have ever felt. I felt almost cruel has I said it, “Thank you ladies, you have been terrific, but I think I want some time alone with Claire” Theykiss both Claire and I good bye. Again, I see a little jealousy. I am pleased you are taking possessive ownership.

You are still down on the table, legs separated, slit open and inviting. I go down and pull your ass to the end of the table. I lick deeply into your vagina and run my tongue up to your clit. You shriek in enjoyment, I can see your mind saying, “finally!!!” I take one more lick and look at you. “Understand, you will not cum, until tonight when we are back in our bed alone. That is an order. Tonight, I am going to take you, like I have never taken you before and I want you to be ready. In the meantime, I will do many things to you tonight, many pleasurable things, but you will not come. Again, that is an order.” With that I licked her pussy again, I flicked her clit with my tongue and then I kissed it slowly, sensually. Claire was biting into her palm.

When I finished I told her, “It is time to get ready for our night at Ceasar’s, please get ready, and remember no panties of any kind, I will need easy access.”

I knew how much she loved being ordered, and tonight it served my purpose nicely. I thought to myself, trust me Claire, I will deliver, hopefully deliver your dreams.

A half hour later we were ready to leave. I had dressed in my favorite dark blue suit to bring out my eyes and had on a formal white dress shirt and my favorite cuff links. I wanted to look my very best for Claire. We had a quick dinner delivered from room service. Claire had showered, done her hair and makeup and dressed for the evening. She came out in her red dress and was simply smokin. She would be my little sex kitten tonight, and we would take down our Mark.

 

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Interlude – Poker and the Mark​

Bill loved to gamble, and agreed with people that said there was no more fun way to earn money. He enjoyed the games of chance. He would play craps, black jack, even occasionally roulette. While there was some skill involved in how you managed your money and the right times to increase your bet, the odds in all cases were in the casino’s favor.

Poker was different. Sure the house took 10% of every pot, but it was a game of skill, particularly Texas Hold ‘Em. One of Bill’s favorite movies was an early Matt Damon, Ed Norton flick called Rounders. It was the story of two poker players playing in the high stakes underground poker games on the East Coast. Matt Damon has a line in the movie “In every high stakes poker game there is a mark, the player the best players know will at least keep them even, if you are ever at a table and you don’t know who the mark is, it is because it is you”. Truer words were never spoken. Bill had played nearly everywhere high stakes poker was played, those same underground clubs in New York and Boston, Monaco, Vegas, Atlantic City, even the games recently depicted in the motion picture Molly’s Game, in LA. In all games there was at least one Mark, the easy kill, he had many tells, little nervous habits that told the real gamblers what kind of hand he had.

Texas Hold ‘Em was a simple game. Each player received two cards face down. They made a bet, based on their position at the table. Although in Vegas the house dealt, in each hand a player was designated the Dealer, after the hand was complete the dealer position moved to the player on the left of the dealer who had previously been the small blind. The player immediately to the left of the dealer was the small blind, and the player to their left, the big blind . The big blind position was a forced bet. Bill generally played at games where the minimum bet was $100 and that would be the big blind. The small blind, had to bet half the big blind or $50. If he wanted to play beyond the first two cards, he at a minimum would need to match the big blind or another $50. If someone had raised a bet, a bet higher than the big blind, players would continue to bed until everyone had agreed or check to the highest bet.

Players were dealt two cards a piece, face down. The initial bet as described above would take place. Next the dealer would flip over three cards in the middle of the table, the Flop. Players could use any combination of the two cards in their hand and the cards on the table to create the best 5 card hand they could. Players would bet or fold their hand after the flop until once again all players checked at the highest bet level. The dealer then turned a fourth community card, the Turn. Betting again took place as above. The dealer then turned over a fifth community card, the River. Betting would again take place, once checked everyone still in would turn over their cards and determine the winner.

Every top gambler knew their odds of winning at any given point in the hand based on the cards he held in his hand and the cards on the table. Your probability changed with every card turned over and each round of betting, and you had to know where you stood. They had also learned to eliminate any habits that would suggest what kind of hand they had. The Mark on the other hand had not.

 

[Homerun2611]

Bill liked to play what he called Robin Hood games. There he would find a mark, often a guy who had just gotten lucky at another table game. He was feeling invincible, his "skill" had just won, at least for a short time, a game of chance. Bill’s marks were guys who weren’t there with the best of motives. There were always married guys in Vegas, they generally had a hired professional companion on their arm. People say a fool and his money are soon parted, well a fool who is trying to impress a high end hooker, is not only soon parted but very expensively.

Bill had explained Claire’s role to her. They would go from table to table until Bill identified the Mark. Once identified, they would bet at that table and put on a show. Claire would hang on me, run her hands over me, fondle me, and make it clear that she was extremely horny. I would signal her when we had the f attention and we would get closer. She would talk about how hot the winning made her, and how much she wanted to watch her Daddy win and reward him. If Daddy won all the money, she would reward him like he had never felt. At the right time, Bill would begin making small talk and eventually invite the Mark to join him in the “real man’s game” poker. Bill had a table set up with at least two offerings, which had a minimum bet of $100 and would allow an all in bet of up to $100,000. At the right time, Claire would announce, that on the big hand of the night, she had to fuck the winner. Bill would ask if the could double the bet if he bet Claire. Bill knew the odds, Claire would never be bet if he had even a 1% chance of losing. But that incentive, combined with the Mark’s ego would put him into the fool territory and the game would be over, he would be shell shocked and need to tell his wife back home what had happened. Bill always had the Mark’s home information form guest services, and he would make sure the spouse got her money back, but at least she would understand the scum bag she was married to. Bill also knew Claire had a fantasy of being won, and he was happy to let her play that out.

Bill had fondled Claire the entire trip over, running his hands up her thighs, playing with her pussy. "Remember you will not cum until I say". Finally they got to Ceasar's Palace. As Bill and Clair walked into the casino he went by each of the highest stakes tables. They finally got to the craps table and across the table was a big old boy in a cowboy hat who was having a good roll of the dice. He looked to be up about $25,000 and was doing his best to impress an escort that Bill had seen many times in Vegas at the various casinos he played. For tonight we will call him Big Shooter.

Bill stepped up to the rail of the table with Claire in check, and flipped the dealer his high roller card. Loud enough so Big Shooter could hear him, "Give me $30,000 in chips", and he turned to Claire, “Show time” …

 

[TiffanyNylons]

Interlude: The Jock Part II
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The Man known as The Jock was masturbating to a video he had pulled off the Dark Net. He came, spurting on a screenshot he had printed out...spewing his cum over a close-up of the girl in the video. As he relaxed after cumming, he let his mind wander...

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Eighteen months ago he stepped into a strip club; he had just got back from a combat deployment. He was looking for a whore for a quick hook-up. What he found was Mary Sue. She was beautiful and radiated innocence and sensuality. There was something uncorrupted about her. He wanted to corrupt her; turn her into a shell of herself.

Turn her into something different; something worthy of him.

He bought a couple of lap dances from her; he wanted to take her to the champagne room. But it was the end of her shift and she claimed to have a final in the morning. She had told him a ridiculous lie about being a college student...and an elementary education major at that!

What.
A.
Crock.
Of.
Shit!

He went back the next few nights, leaving immediately if she was not there. Finally, she agreed to the champagne room. "Hey! There's no sex in the champagne room!" She said, protesting his advances. He would not listen; he kept grabbing her...touching her in inappropriate places. "Hugo!" She cried out when it got to intense; two bouncers burst in and tossed him out. He was told he was permanently banned.

He did not take it well. He began stalking her.

Come to find out she was an elementary education major. It took some digging, but found her real name and where she was from. The trail went cold when she moved from Indiana back to Missouri. That's when he sent her Father the package.

It had been a week and he was considering the next stage...

He had found a woman almost as attractive as Mary Sue; Star. He had done the ground work to find out about the soon-to-be lawyer. Such as her name was actually Jessica Chastain and she had taken the Bar Exam. And she had passed, but would not know herself until they released the results next month. She was gorgeous and a wonderful fuck; but did not present the challenge that Mary Sue had.

So he would not give up. He would proceed to the next stage with Mary Sue's employer. Her Father had not responded, and at first he thought that this would mean moving on to her mother. Then the video landed in his lap. This was perfect, even if it meant he had to accelerate his plan by skipping revealing her stripper to her mother.

He wrote an anonymous email posing as a concerned parent:

Mr.
School Board President,

I am a concerned parent. My child is in Miss Sinclaire's class.
It has recently come to my attention that she was once employed as a stripper to pay for college. In addition,
this is not in the past. Another parent sent me the following link to a video her having unprotected sex in public.

This is troubling because she is a person of authority in my daughter's life. i am not sure that she can be a positive role model for young girls.

V/R,
Concerned Parent

He attached a couple copies of the pictures he had snuck when he went to the club a few times. He hit send.

 

[TiffanyNylons]

i pressed my fingernails into my palm as we made our way to the floor. i could tell heads were turning and most assumed that i was a whore in my red dress. It did not fit correctly in the breasts, the X in the mesh part should have covered my nipples but where slightly off center so they were revealed.

Normally i would have been dying of embarassment. But this was my time of the month that i became much more sexually adventurous. i had on black thigh highs with a back seam and red heels with a padlocked ankle strap. i had given Bill the key.

We wandered the floor and i watched as you played a few games and hunted for our Mark. It was amazing watching you. You were at peak confidence. This was the side you were telling me about; the side people only saw when you were at work or in the midst of competition. i would feel your hands on me, and every once and awhile someone else would sneak a grope...but rarely would i see who had done it. Once while you went to the Men's room a well dressed Man asked me how much you were paying me; he would double it.

i was flattered. "i am sorry, Sir...i am not Bill's prostitute. i am his wife." i don't know why i am having so much fun pretending we're married. But i am, and i see no reason to stop. Especially when it advances your interest in my chastity to you.

We finally find our Mark. As you step up the table, i press my body into your side. My curves are on full display. "May i blow on your dice, Daddy?" i ask in a bimbo-ish tone. A tone that is coming easy tonight. i am so close to the edge; i cannot stop thinking about an orgasm. About sex. i can focus on other things for a moment...a couple of minutes...but then my mind is back on the subject of having your cock inside me.

The sensation of being pumped with rope after rope of your seed...

Of your cock stretching my cunt...

Of you calling me cunt...

Of my arms and legs wrapped around you, holding you tight...

i bite my lip and press my fingernail into my palm to quell the orgasm that was building. When i pressed against you, my body had instinctively began rubbing on you. Not only did i look like a bought and paid for whore; i looked like one who really, really, really loved her job and threw herself into her work...

 

[Homerun2611]

I love stalking the room for my prey. I feel like a lion, hunting, senses uniquely geared to identify vulnerability, wait for a small herd to gather, and then kill gratuitously, ferociously , but elegant in its power and skill. We finally are at the craps table, and I have seen the Shooter. He has the basics in place, now I need opportunity. I play the part of the carefree high stakes gambler. The table minimum bet is $100 which is a high end craps table. I bet a minimum of $500 per and in any given round have $5 to 10 thousand out on the table. Craps is actually a fairly gambler friendly game. If you know how to bet and maximize your odds, the edge to the house can be managed down to less than 1%. So despite the fact I was betting big, after playing for 20 minutes, I was only down a thousand or two. Claire was playing her part big time, rubbing up to me, "May i blow on your dice, Daddy?" …"Oh Daddy, I love when you win me money" . With every successful role I had she would kiss me, or fondle my cock outside my pants while I was rolling, "Does this give you luck, Daddy?". Other times she just rubbed up and down against me like she was a kitten and I was the scratching pole. Her hands were always on me, and sometimes she would whisper in my ear, "How is your cunt doing?" “You are perfect” I would respond and kiss her. She was clearly having fun. I like to test her at times and surprise her. I knew she would be both embarrassed and incredibly aroused.

I was obvious in the way I would rub her ass. One time after sevening out with big money on the table, I spanked her hard, and pushed her forward a bit leaning against the table. I pulled up the back of her dress, and clearly pushed my fingers in. She was soaking, and I sawed once, twice, three times and then pulled my fingers out and had her lick them. “Oh you know how to take my Cunt” she declared loud enough that everyone heard it, Shooter at the other end of the table had his mouth hanging open. Opportunity just knocked. I went to the other end of the table with Claire in tow. We positioned ourselves next to Shooter. “I need to change my luck” I looked down at his date and back at him. “Sorry, Bill Craig and this is my wife, Claire”. I looked him in the eye and then down at his date, “You know women…fuck em…or fuck em” and then I laughed like I had made a joke. I knew him, he objectified women and wanted to know how the hell he might be able to fuck a girl like Mary Sue. “Oh honey, I can’t help it, you know I need your cock, don't make fun of me”, and she kissed me and fondled the boys.

The show got turned up a notch, as Shooter began a run. Nothing creates bonding like a hot dice table. He had hit three numbers in a row, making himself about $5,000 and me $15,000. I acted like I was his biggest fan. I put my fingers near Claire’s mouth and she licked them, I pulled up the back of her dress again, and this time I was a bit more gentle as one finger went into her cunt, while the other penetrated her ass, “Both holes Daddy?..Is this my reward? ...Will you fuck me both places?” she cooed and groaned and gyrated her pelvis back into my hand. I wanted to make sure she didn’t come, but I edged her as far as I thought she could go. “I need you to keep both holes prepared for me pet, who knows I may even share”, and I winked at Shooter. He couldn’t stop looking at Claire, he actually drooled and I am not sure he even remembered the escort on his arm. He finally sevened out, but by this point he was up $40 grand, and felt invincible. Now the seduction.

“That was a hell of a run buddy” and I shook his hand. The one I had just removed from Claire. He smelled his fingers, and the endorphins raged. I turn to Claire, “this has been fun, but come with Daddy, let’s play high stakes poker, where the real players play!”. I saw his shoulders drop as I began to talk away his fantasy girl. “Hey buddy, you seem like a player, you want to join me, or are the stakes a little high.” Challenge offered and challenge accepted. He followed us to my table, girls trailing their men.

The art of being a great poker player is to play through different scenarios and within a relatively short period of time you will see how a less than expert card player carries himself based on how he feels about his hand. Bill on the other hand played more randomly, almost drunk. He lost some hands early, and would take it out on Clair, “Damn it pet, you are distracting me”…”I need to focus give me your Cunt”…she would stand there legs shoulder width apart, as I reached up her dress and fingered her, she would moan, sway her hips a bit in response, but never leave attention. She was playing her part to the hilt, and each of the three times I did that she was more wet each time. At one point after I lost a hand, she whispered loud enough that everyone could hear, “Do you need me to suck your cock, would that help Daddy?’ Shooter took it all in. He wanted her. I had only lost about $5 grand, but I made a big gesture because I wanted to be ready. I knew every tell he had, I just needed the cards to fall right now. “Dealer, please draw $200,000 on my line” The dealer called out credit check $200,000 and the pit chief came over and smiled at me. He had seen me play this game before, but never like this. Who was this girl?

We played a few more hands and there it was, pocket kings. That meant I had a pair of kings as my down cards. The only better combination was pocket aces. I was watching shooter, he was squirming a bit which meant he either had two unmatched high cards or a medium pair. He like his hand, but didn’t love it. So I bet moderately, but not enough to scare him off. I watched the flop, King, Queen, deuce. He slapped his escort on the ass, he had matched something maybe two things meaning he had two pair, I was holding 3 of a kind with my kings. I upped the ante, $20,000, I slapped Claire’s ass, “Daddy, I love big bets, and bigger winners!” I laughed and pulled her down to kiss me. Shooter called. This next card was critical, a low card, virtually any low card, and my kings were almost unbeatable, given my read on his hand. A six, perfect. A useless card for both of us. I bet another $20 grand and shooter matched. I was confident he had two pair. Ideally king and queen, or matched one of the high cards and the 2. I hoped for the King, Queen as he would feel good. Finally the river, the dealer turned over a queen and I wanted to jump for joy. That meant shooter might have a full house queens over kings or deuces, but I was sitting on Kings over Queens. I went all in, I had a quarter of a million dollars in the middle. Shooter only had $30 grand in front of him, but had the opportunity to take me down, and impress Claire.

I upped the ante, “Boy you look scared, I’ll tell you what, I have been noticing how your little pea shooter has been enjoying my woman. You win this hand and I will switch for the night…and she’s the hottest piece of ass in this town”. I felt Claire stiffen, we had discussed this, but it just became real for her. I wanted to tell her, even if I lost, which I wouldn’t I would never pay off. I would lose my reputation in a heartbeat rather than let her be with another man. I would always take care of her, this was a game....However, there was no way for me to tell her this at that moment though, she just had to trust. Shooter was sweating, I need to talk to the credit office. This was a chance in a lifetime for him, no more of these shitty hookers, he would come home and show that bitch of a wife of his, who the man was. He would keep some stuff on the side for his entertainment, he chuckled. And he would have that gorgeous horny bitch that cocksucker had teased him with all night in his expensive suit, and big time play.

All of this went through his head, as Vegas quickly allowed him to mortgage almost every asset he had to call the bet. He called, he was giddy, I was right, he had queens over kings. Great hand, only one hand could beat it and I flipped over my pair of cowboys, kings over queens. “You mother fucker!” Shooter yelled. You never saw someones blood drain so fast from their face and/or cock. “No, I am the Cunt fucker”, I smiled and stood up from the table grasping Claire’s hand and kissing her. “Don’t let him leave the table without squaring his account.” I told the pit boss, “Don’t worry Bill we won’t”. And I knew they wouldn’t, you didn’t stiff Vegas. I looked at him, his conversation with that Bitch of a wife was going to be a bit different. “Honey, I made a terrible mistake, I just lost our house.” Bill would find out about the wife an make sure she was whole, he would even make sure that Shooter had enough that he wouldn’t put a gun to his mouth. But his wife would know what a piece of shit he was and she would now have options.

Claire had a tear in her eye, “Bill I was so scared”, I pulled her away from the table. "Being bet isn’t quite the fantasy you thought huh", I smiled. "Honey, I knew I would win, but if by some miracle I would have lost, I would have never paid off that part of the bet, it was totally unenforceable, I would have given him double the money or whatever and lost my reputation, but my reputation will never come before you. I did this to give you your fantasy, but know I could take care of you. I love you more than anything. But I do need to spend a minute with the hottest piece of ass in this town, in PRIVATE!” I smiled at her and held her for a second, "I love you so much, so much"then I grabbed her hand, pulled my keycard out of my pocket and went to search for the Gold Room…

 

[TiffanyNylons]

It was thrilling being Bill's arm candy. Words were coming out of her mouth that felt like they were coming from someone else. Not that she minded; it felt incredibly thrilling. She could see the effect it was having on the Shooter; and how it was helping Bill. Then he made the bet.

Her.

Suddenly the thrill was gone. She flirted with the Texan; but found him more than unattractive. She found him repellent. She trusted him. Then he won...she breathed a sigh of relief. He kissed her and took her hand, led her to a special room...

* * * *​

i never thought i would learn the things i was learning about the wealthy and their lifestyles. i find myself in a 'Gold Room'; a special room for high rollers so they would not have to go far from the floor. They could freshen up, sleep or even...fuck. i was surprised by the way it blended into the wall. You waived your key card and it opened. You grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. Into his arms. Our lips pressing against each other. Our bodies pressing together.

i find myself lifted off my feet, into your arms, carried to a small but comfortable bed. "This is just a quick little taste of later tonight..." You say as you pull my dress up around my waist. My upper thighs are slick with my juices. i am wet and open...my body needing and wanting you.

"i...i...i don't know...you...you told me not to cum..." i whimper as i spread my legs for you, looking up at you as you undress, your cock hard and ready.

"You are not allowed to cum yet..." You say as you slide between my legs. Your cock sliding into me effortlessly. Your arms pulling me into your chest. My high heels locking together around your waist, my fingernails scratching down your back. You were thrusting into me...pounding against my cervix.

"i love you Bill...make love to your cunt..." i whimper pathetically, "Please...i'm about to cum...please...Bill...let me...please..."

"I have a surprise for my cunt...the woman I love. I am not going to..." You are about to say...as you cannot control yourself...my cunt is too warm...too wet. The emotions, the love too strong. i bite you on the shoulder...my teeth digging in. i push my finger nails into my palms for the pain...fighting back from the furthest edge i could get without cumming.

i look you in the eyes, whimpering. "Was...was i good cunt for Daddy...i did not cum...i really want to...i love you Daddy." Your cock is still in me as you hold me.

 

[Homerun2611]

I need to cum, I know she did too, I wanted to hold back, but I know my Claire, I know us, I know what we will feel together and the way we will need each other tonight, need and enjoy each other in a way we never have, and never will again, the true first. "YES CUM, NOW think about how you felt tonight as I fingered you, think about the way I bent you over the table and spanked you, let my fingers double penetrate you, think of how wet you were each time at the poker table you stood at attention, how you felt at the uncertainty of the bet and the relief of the win, think of how close you have been to cumming all day and celebrate how great you were tonight, how you were MY PERFECT CUNT, and how much I wanted you every minute all night, yes, CUM, CUM CUM!"

She screamed, almost shrieked,Oh yes, thank you, oh yes, YES, YYEESSSS!!!" Her nails animalisticly dug into my back, her body completely off the bed, her legs almost squeezing me to the point of breaking, she spasmed on my cock, spasmed hard, clenching, squeezing, her vagina squeezed rope after rope out of my cock, "FILL ME, FILL ME, FILL ME, I WANT IT ALL", I felt her spasm one more time, and then her body just released, her nails, her legs and finally her cunt, and she fell back on the bed spent. She smiled up at me and I laid down next to her. I kissed her, I pushed her hair off her face. She looked so content. "Claire, I have some plans for us still tonight, I want to go get you something very special to celebrate us, and I think you will be very happy but I need to know how did tonight feel like from your perspective, was it everything you hoped for?"

 

[TiffanyNylons]

i cry out as i explode in the most intense orgasm of my short sexual life. My body twitches and spasms. It seems to go on forever. My skin glistens and is radiant from the flush of hormones and blood flow as it seems every neuron in my body has just fired at the same time.

As i catch my breath, my chest heaving, i look up at you. There is pure love in my eyes. "Oh God Bill...that..." i am interrupted as you move, brushing my inner thigh. i am so primed still that a sexual aftershock shoots through my body. "...incredible." i finish as the aftershock subsides.

"Claire, I have some plans for us still tonight, I want to go get you something very special to celebrate us, and I think you will be very happy but I need to know how did tonight feel like from your perspective, was it everything you hoped for?"

i find it a little hard to concentrate on your words. Every move you make against my inner-thighs sends shivers through my body. Mini-orgasms. "Yes...it..." Another shudder. "...it..." you slide out, as you do your hands caress my thighs another mini-orgasm. "...was amazing."

i lay there, catching my breath. Regaining my senses. My toes are feeling a little cramped inside the heels. "Bill...would you mind unlocking the heels?" i ask in a pleading tone. i watch as you unlock one and remove it, followed by the other one. You play a few times with my thighs, seeming to enjoy my little ticks and spasms. i start to push you away when it becomes intense, not in the way that i am going to cum, but more like a good tickle becomes too intense.

Shortly it is time to leave the Gold Room. i did not bring a brush, one would not fit in my clutch so i avoid mirrors. i do not want to see what my hair and make-up looks like. i must be a mess of after sex bedhead and smeared make-up. But, as i pick up my shoes in one hand and slip my other hand into my Man's left hand, i realize that i do not care. i do not care that i can already feel your cum trickling out of me. i am your trophy.

 

[Homerun2611]

As I finished cumming into Claire, we stayed in each other and just let the last vestages of our pent-up passion dissipate. I thought for a minute, I hoped we would still be able to enjoy this most special night later, then I almost laughed at myself. This was Claire, somehow it would be outstanding and completely memorable. We would rally and give each other what we needed, we always did. Bill hoped it would be intimate, for this once, he wanted no pet names, no anything, he just wanted to show her how much he loved her and his complete and total commitment to her.

However, his sexual muse needed a break. What have I done to you? I wanted tonight to be special for her, one of the most special of her life and Bill was angry at himself for having this follow up on the heels of the Poker Game. He hadn’t realized how intense that would get, some of the outlandish things they would do. Bill unbuckled her shoes. He was trying to rub her feet, but he was tickling and she was having what seemed like orgasmic after shocks so he left her well alone.

As for himself, he felt the almost primal need he had just experienced fade away and while he still wanted her, he had much bigger plans in play. “Sweetheart, I want to give you a little surprise. Would you mind coming with me?” Part of him felt bad, poor Claire with my cum dripping out of her was right there side by side my arm around her thin waste, as we headed out. I wanted to give her time to fix her up afterward, for what I planned for tonight, every girl deserves to feel and look her most beautiful. We left the Gold Room and headed for one of the truly unique sites in Vegas.

The Forum Shoppes at Ceasar’s are beautiful, referred to as “The Shopping Wonder of the World”. Along with many fine restaurants, virtually every major designer has their own retail presence. If Claire reacted as Bill hoped, he wanted her to have her pick of any of these stores and salon’s to pick a new outfit and get herself ready for the night that should be the most special in any girl’s life. He was hoping to take that same time to make a call he knew he needed to make.

In Bill’s opinion, the most beautiful jewelry store there was a small independent owned by an old friend Steve Pepitone. Bill had been a good customer over the years and Steve was always willing to do special things for Bill and his current eye candy. Bill had made it clear, there would be no more of that. He had found, The One. Bill had first called Steve two days ago in anticipation of tonight. He wanted something extraordinary for Claire, and he knew he could count on Steve, they had the routine worked out. They walked in to the store and Steve and Bill talked like they hadn’t seen each other in ages. Bill asked to see some of the unique custom things that Steve had in the store. He made sure they looked at Diamond watches, necklaces, earrings, and Claire seemed to enjoy the pretty pieces, trying them on, feeling a bit like a movie star. Finally, Bill asked Steve, if he had that one piece that he knew Bill liked. “Oh, the one you called me about? Sure Bill, why don’t you come and get it, I need to go in the back”. When I came out, it didn’t look like I had anything in my hand. Clair was sitting on the velvet bench facing me, and I got down on one knee.

“I probably knew from the first time I saw you, I think Rufus may have known even sooner, that I had never met a woman like you. Every day since then, you have shown me how perfect you are, at least perfect for me. I know this is incredibly fast, but there is one thing I am more certain about than I have ever been about anything in my life... I don’t want to go one more night without you as my wife. I want you to be my wife, the mother of my children and my soul mate. I want to be the man who tries to make all of your fantasies and dreams come true, but is also the safe place you can always come back to. Claire, I could not be more in love with you. Will you marry me? “…

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[TiffanyNylons]

“I probably knew from the first time I saw you, I think Rufus may have known even sooner, that I had never met a woman like you. Every day since then, you have shown me how perfect you are, at least perfect for me. I know this is incredibly fast, but there is one thing I am more certain about than I have ever been about anything in my life... I don’t want to go one more night without you as my wife. I want you to be my wife, the mother of my children and my soul mate. I want to be the man who tries to make all of your fantasies and dreams come true, but is also the safe place you can always come back to. Claire, I could not be more in love with you. Will you marry me?"

I am in shock. My hands go to my face, covering my mouth out of total surprise. My eyes quiver, turn red and fill with tears. I start shaking, I find myself very short on breath. I do not say anything, I am choked up. Finally I stick out my hand, fingers splayed so you can slip the ring on my finger and claim me as yours.

"Yes." I say, finally finding my voice. Then repeating myself more loudly. "Yes. Yes! YES!"

 

[Homerun2611]

”Yes. Yes! YES!”

Her entire reaction conveys joy. To the deepest part of his soul, he hopes she understands the depth of this commitment to him, and feels the same. He sees the tears and tears up himself. He sees her hand, her fingers splayed, eagerly anticipating his gift, his commitment. He slides the ring on her finger. Bill and Steve had to guess her size, Bill had described how her delicate fingers felt in his, and Steve had guessed right, the fit was perfect.

Bill got up, he was so happy, he held her face in his hands, he wiped away her tears, he told her,”Claire, you have made me so happy, so VERY, VERY, HAPPY!” Then he kissed her, kissed her for the first time as his fiancée, the future Mrs. Bill Craig.

”Claire, if you want to, I will marry you tonight. I don’t want to wait a second. We can also go back to Kansas City, or Indiana and do a big church wedding with all the trimmings? I will marry you anytime, anyplace you want, I can’t wait for you to be Mrs. Craig. ... but if we are going to be married...I need this to be special for you, for us. The top shops in the world are here, pick your gown, get made up however you feel prettiest, I want us to take pictures you are proud to show your mother, and our children one day. Lastly, I need to call your father, I had a daughter once.. Bill stops for a brief second remembering the daughter he lost, that he would never see grow up, walk down the aisle and be given away ”...and I know what it would have meant to me to be asked for her hand.

He was still holding her face, his heart racing, so many emotions, he kissed her again, tears again welling, ”You know this means forever right, are you ready for FOREVER.” He kissed her one last time, then he took off her ruby choker and bracelets, and put on the diamond one, the one that matched the ring, his commitment to her...

 

[Homerun2611]

It took Claire about 2 seconds to let me know she wanted to get married tonight, she didn’t want to waste another minute either. However, I do think she appreciated the ability to have a few minutes to herself. What girl doesn’t dream of buying her wedding dress or being made over on the day of her wedding. Despite the breakneck speed we were moving, I didn’t want Claire to miss those special moments. Some consider them silly, but those are the lifetime experiences that you remember. I asked her if she wanted me to go with her, and she said no, the next time I saw her, she wanted me to see them woman he was marrying in her wedding dress. She then raised her hair, and I knew what she wanted and I locked her diamond choker in place. She smiled, kissed me on the cheek and was gone to do the magic women do. I would manage logistics.

First, I needed the venue, and the only one I wanted was the Garden Chapel at the Flamingo. It was a lovely night and getting married there would be beautiful, it was not the tacky Elvis experience, this was a venue worthy of her, and celebrating our commitment to each other.

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Candlelight would adorn the walkway accompanied by bouquets of white roses. There would also be a bouquet for the bride. If I knew Claire she would be in white or cream and I ordered a special bouquet that would complement her dress.

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I felt I owed it to Claire to do my best to match her. I went back to the gold room and showered and shaved. I called Dan Lopez at the Armani Store and asked if they had a 43 Long Tuxedo I could buy. Danny said he would come over and in short time they had me set in full black tie attire, which I could only hope would do justice to my lovely bride.

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Las Vegas was an amazing place. At any hour of the day you could create miracles. Truly the city that never sleeps. Bill had called in chips all over town, but if this wasn’t the night to do that he didn’t know when would. He intended this to be Claire’s only Wedding Night and nothing would stop him from making it as memorable as he could. With everything in place, the limo waiting outside, they called him in to see her.

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She took his breath away. Bill loves older classic movies. One of his favorites was My Fair Lady with Rex Harrison (Henry Higgins) and Audrey Hepburn (Eliza Doolittle), amazing twice in just one day Claire had reminded me of her. When Eliza comes down the stairs for her coming out ball, Henry is spellbound, breath taken away. That was how I felt, Claire was quite simply radiant, beyond beautiful, absolute perfection. He found it ironic, how just hours earlier, she had been a sex kitten, the envy of all, and right now Bill had never seen a more desirable or sexy woman in his life, he had never been more honored and humbled to be on the arm of anyone. He adored her, and felt like the luckiest man in the world.

He walked over to her and took her hand, his smile was ear to ear and his eyes danced. “Claire, I don’t know what to say,...you are stunning... I have never seen anything or anyone more beautiful... Thank you for being mine.” She smiled and let her eyes go down, she blushed, I knew she was pleased, I meant every word.

I opened her car door and she slid in, I came around to the other side and we held hands as I directed the driver to the chapel. “Claire, I need your father’s number”.

She blushed, "There is something you need to know before you call. My parents have been on me to find a Man, get married and give them grandchildren. It has been so much pressure that i broke down and told them i was dating a guy i met at the gym." She paused nervously. "A guy named Bill."

******* The Call ******

She brought-up his number on her phone, hit send and handed it to me, he picked up the second ring, he seemed a bit frazzled when he heard Bill's voice instead of his daughter's.

“Hello, Mr.Sinclair, let me introduce myself, I am Bill Craig..."

"Wait...my claire's Bill is Bill Sinclaire? I read about you in Forbes."

"Well yes sir, I am that Bill Craig..."

"You have quite the reputation wealth building."

"Well that is very nice of you, thank you, that reputation is a bit over publicized..."

"Well, it's probably a bit more glamorous than ranching. Bet you get to jet all over and meet some very important people."

"Yes, I do enjoy my career I have been very fortunate. I am actually calling about your daughter..."

"Is everything alright?" He lowered his voice. "She's not stripping again, is she?"

"No nothing wrong...no nothing regarding that, how did you know..."

"I visited her when she was in college, she told me she had to work a work-study job. I was visiting without her mom...so i wandered into her strip club.
Saw her on stage...turned and walked out." His tone changed, becoming pensive. "Is that where she met? Is she doing it again?"

"Oh yes, that would have been embarrassing...no actually, I have not seen her strip, she is no longer doing that and won’t ever do that again..."

"Good. Don't let her know I know about her past...jobs."

"No. I don’t think she would appreciate that, I promise not to tell..."

"It would be very important to me if she never did that again."

"Well yes sir, it is important to me too, you see I would like to ask you for her hand in marriage..."

"In the article it said you had lost your family; I am sure I speak for Claire's mother when I say we're sorry for your loss. So you are older than her...significantly older, right?"

"Yes I am older my wife and daughter died in a plane crash five years ago...yes, I feel I have found myself again with her help and I don’t want to wait another day to make her my wife...yes sir it was very hard...I appreciate that, but as I was saying, I truly love your daughter, we would like to elope here, now...yes I would be happy to hold a reception back at your home..."

"Well, I assume you're getting a prenup. I have an attorney on retainer, so if you want to send it to me I can have him review it."

"A prenup, no sir I won’t be asking for that..."

"That is very generous."

"I appreciate that sir, but whatever I have is hers..." Bill laughs."

"That is wonderful to hear. Her Father hesitates. "Bill...there is one thing...I got this package...it was pictures of her dancing...a note saying: I will find her. It will not be pretty. Take the easy way and tell me where your daughter is. I love her and will take care of Mary Sue."

"Oh yes, is there something else...really, just arrived today?...would you please send it to me...no don’t you worry any more about it, I will take care of it...I am sure it was sir, trust me I know how to handle it...well thank you Sir, I am looking forward to meeting both you and Claire’s mother, ...well thank you...please don’t worry, I will take care of it and her”

As he hung up, Claire’s mother had come up next to him. "What was that, what has happened to Claire?"

Claire’s Dad on the other hand was absolutely giddy,“I think our little girl might have just won the lottery,”

 

[TiffanyNylons]

i bring up my parent's phone number. It is a landline since there is no signal at the house. My Father had built it in a valley at a time when cell phones where large and clunky and there was not many towers out in cattle country. So while both had them, they were unreachable by cell phone when at home. And at this time of night, even on a Saturday, i would be shocked if they were anywhere but home.

As the signal goes through, i hand the phone off to you. i also reach down and slip off one heel and then the other. i curl my legs underneath me, no small feat in a gown not designed with mobility in mind. i want to be close to you, our bodies in some sort of contact. i stick out my hand to look once more at the diamond ring now adorning my left ring finger. My other hand is idly tracing the diamond choker about my neck. Does the light catch the diamonds in my collar like it does the ring? i wonder to myself, amazed at how the ring sparkles even in the lowlight of the back of the limo.

Right now two Men are discussing my fate; my decision to marry Bill. They are the two most important Men in my life, in my world. That they are doing this ritual of asking permission from one to claim me should be archaic. i should be offended; but i am not. This feels natural to me. i really love that Bill is so old fashioned. Which is good; i have always felt like a girl out of time. i never wanted to be anything ambitious. i never wanted to be a doctor, lawyer, accountant, Army Ranger. None of the things other girls of my generation are 'striving' for. That's great that they can; but i have never thought that way. In the back of my mind, even when i had my wild phase stripping...and guess this weekend too...what held me back from crossing the line into prostitution was i wanted to have a family.

i turn my hand to watch as the light refracts and sparkles off my ring. i lean up and kiss your ear as i continue with my inner reflections. i wonder how many kids, if any, Bill wants. Does he want one? Five? Ten? None? i don't think it's none; he's already shown a willingness to breed me. Does he want a son? Another daughter? Subconsciously i reach down from my collar and place my right hand over my womb, unaware that a son is starting to grow inside me. i will give him however many children he wants. i may have to put my career on hold, but that is alright. Children really do need their mother those first five years. Plus when i go back to work i will have a job very compatible with raising them. i wonder if this is why i went into teaching? Was it because what i wanted more than anything else was to have a family? i have always loved children, i enjoyed babysitting in high school and volunteering in our church's Sunday School as a teacher.

i look away from the ring on my finger, and out the tinted windows of the limo. i try to peer past the lights, glitz and glamour of Vegas and up into the night sky. A momentary wave of homesickness hits me; i could always see stars on clear nights. Here and in KC the light pollution is so thick that i cannot see stars. But still there is no better way to ponder the inponderable. So i used to believe in everything i was taught in church. i guess on some level i still do; but in a less dogmatic way. i look at you, and smile as you continue speaking with my Father. i wonder if Bill believes in God? Goes to church? i don't get that vibe from him. i wonder if he believes in fate? Any sort of greater power moving our lives. On some level that is what i believe; not so much in the teachings of my church...but i do feel things happen for a reason. i do believe that soulmates can and do exist. And i think i have found mine; i cannot rationally explain it. i am not sure that i want to. i felt a connection with Bill the first time i met him. Something just clicked...felt right. i wonder if Moonbeam was right.

Moonbeam was this hung-over hippy who had found Capitalism in the 1980s and 90s when he opened a store called Moonbeam's Dreams in Indiana. He had become wealthy as the store, selling pothead merchandise spread through the Midwest. There was one around Lake of the Ozarks where my parents would take me on mini-vacations from time to time. He fancied himself a mystic; one who enjoyed good bud and strippers. He was an interesting customer; never really interested in lap dances or champagne rooms, more into just talking with girls. He would tip us $20 just to find a quiet place in the club and chat. He seemed to like me a lot, not in a sexual way...more in a protective uncle sort of way. He had this idea in his head that i was psychic. Maybe i am psychic or attuned to the subconscious energy of the universe shared by all beings. Or maybe i am a Force sensitive and could become a Jedi. i let out a little giggle. If Bill could hear my thoughts, he would probably think me silly.

Once more i look at the ring. But those silly thoughts is why i am here. This ring on my finger. This dress on my body. i love Bill. i trust Bill. What we are about to do will seal the gift i have already given him; possession over me. i am forever tying my destiny and fate to him; i am becoming one with him. He is my Captain and i am his first mate. Where he goes; i will follow. To anyone else, this would not be right. We are moving too quickly. We are being impulsive and irrational. But this is perfect for me. Like many other girls, i dreamed of becoming a wife and mother. i dreamed of my wedding day. Unlike most other girls, this was not a lavish,
big princess wedding. i always imagined eloping. Something just my Husband and myself. Sure i wanted a beautiful dress and white bouquet. But i wanted the focus to be on us; something simple and private. That this is what Bill planned only affirms that i am making the right choice.

My right hand once more goes back up to my collar. i wonder if this shines as bright as the ring? This is my favorite piece of jewelry because it means what both Bill and i want it to mean; for me it is a sign that i am a treasured possession of his. An object to be jealously protected. To him, i think it is a symbol of his love and trust for me. His wishes for this to be a forever partnership; for him to have a new beginning and shot at happiness and joy.

My thoughts are broken when you hand the phone back to me. i take it, turn it off and put it in my white satin clutch. I am a little nervous. I can see Father saying "No, I want to meet the Man who wants my daughter's hand." If that is the case, I can see Bill turning this limo around out of respect. I like that. But I do not want it to happen. And I have been so lost in my own thoughts, I have not been paying attention to the part of the conversation I could hear, so I have no idea how it went.i look up at you, radiant with the glow of a girl about to become a wife. "How did it go? He said yes, right?"

 

[Homerun2611]

"How did it go? He said yes, right?" A million things go through Bill's head at the same time.

Her Dad knows she stripped, that will kill her...I think.

I hate that she stripped, love the idea she was attractive and sexy enough to be a great stripper, hate that guys enjoyed her that way and that she seemed to enjoy having them enjoy it.

The idea of her actually giving them head disgusts me to no end. This is a complete double standard, not the first you will hear from me. But yuck, why would she do it, did she love these guys, was she hating herself, I look at her mouth, I cherish her touch, priceless to me, and she was willing to sell it. She obviously didn't but I think she mentioned prostitiution. I want to shriek, oh god Claire no, I treasure you, treasure every aspect of your body, want it only to myself and want you to have only wanted to give it to me, why would you not know I was here someday, somehow and know it was too valuable to incredible to waste on those less worthy. This is my irrational emotion screaming, not my intellectual self. People experiment, do things they regret, (emotion comes back, I hope she regrets) don't know what is coming, and learn and make better decisions later.

Dude, you have treated women like this the last 5 years, where was your moral compass then. They were someone's daughter or possibly future wife...but emotion kicks in, yes but they weren't Claire, I would never have thought a Claire would let me treat them that way, no reconciling the irrationality of his conflictions

Who the fuck is this guy in the note, what did she do with him, how did she feel about him ... Rage surges in Bill he keeps a steady outward appearance ... I will kill him if he is trying to hurt her...but what if she had feelings...trust her, and trust no matter what she thought she might have felt before, what you have is real and she would never consider those thoughts again.

And he looks into her eyes, she is radiant, she looks at him with all the love one can silently express

...there comes a time when you can either let your irrationality and insecurities kill you...or you can get beyond them and believe in someone, give them your heart...yes, he had done it once and he had been badly badly burned...he had also met another woman, a safe woman, a good woman and married her, but he had loved without passion...and now with Claire, this was a passion and love that transcended even that first great love, greater than the one who broke his heart ... should he give Claire his heart, face it she already had it....do you try to forget your double standards and just bury the past and look toward the person you believe with all your heart she is now, believe in her to not let you down, to want to be the person you want and to be the person she wants...be there for her now, don't let your insecurities stop you... and don't do anything that diminishes this night for her.

A million thoughts take place in a fraction of a second but Bill takes her hand, looks into those loving eyes, senses the lump in his throat and the beating of his chest...

"Of course he said yes, did you ever doubt me? Bill smiles and kisses her cheek not wanted to smudge her lipstick, I liked him, he seemed like a caring man. I look forward to meeting both of your parents.....I have been thinking though, do you mind if we speak our own vows? I know I am the more wordy guy, I just want us to speak from the heart, in my own words I want you to know how much this means to me". He squeezes her hand, and does feel like the luckiest man in the world...

 

[TiffanyNylons]

It is a fleeting moment; i do not really understand how i know. But something is bothering you. i put a hand on your cheek, and gently guide your face towards me. i look deeply into your eyes. i press my lips to yours, i close my eyes. i start thinking about how you seemed disappointed to find out that i had stripped. That you did not approve. i pull away and hold your gaze.

"Bill, i love you. i have had crushes; i think that's normal. But you are the first Man i have ever actually loved. And to answer your question about vows. i want to follow my heart...i do not know what i am going to say yet if we do not use canned vows. But i do know i want to say my own vows."

i take your right hand in both of mine. i bring it to my lips, almost worshipfully. i bring my gaze back up to you. "Bill...you know i have made some decisions in my past. Decisions that may be causing you pain...or doubt. These decisions have not bothered me...until now. i was only thinking of myself...not a future Husband...or children." A tear slides down my cheek as the enormity of my past catches up with me. "But i am thinking about that now...i see how they were poor decisions. Please forgive me; please forgive the silly girl who made them. i told you that i would suck cock; i only did that with a select few. i did not do it for money; it was for select few guys who were decent guys. i considered them friends, i did not think a future Husband would mind. But i guess i did not realize how big of a mistake i was making. i want you to know that i have never been a prostitute."

Obediently, i press your hand to my cheek and close my eyes. "There was this one guy. Big guy, muscular...i think he was an Army Ranger or Navy SEAL or something...he came in. He seemed drawn to me. Things got out of hand. i honestly did not like him...he got a little grabby. i refused to go to the Champagne Room with him. For a few moments i feared i was going to be raped or beat-up...or both. i screamed and four bouncers pulled him off me. i quit soon after that."

i look up at you, eyes welling with tears. They are sorrowful tears, honest and full of regret."That life is behind me; the only life i see in front of me. The only life i want in front of me is with you. i understand if you have doubt. Second thoughts. i am learning about the society you live in; it's not a world this rancher's daughter knows and i do not want to embarrass or shame you.
If my past would hurt you in anyway...i will walk away with magical memories. But if you still want me...i will spend FOREVER striving to be the perfect wife to you.
Mother of your children. So, Mr. William Craig...i am showing myself...warts and all.
Will you marry me?" My heart is pounding, is this what you felt getting on one knee before me? Because this is terrifying, waiting for an answer...hoping for the best...fearing the worst...