A Hard Way Bet and Downtown Odds (closed)

[CarnivalBarker]

Kelsey West sat at the main bar inside The D Hotel and Casino, wondering how she would get home. A sophomore at UNLV, she had to get out of her tiny apartment to get her mind off a week full of tests she failed and money she did not have. And though the strip was not far, and where she had spent the first part of the night dancing, she came here because she was able to drink for half price and could walk the short distance home to her cramped quarters, even if she was drunk when final call came. The best part about Vegas was that it never came, which is another reason she was here. Alcohol made life less frustrating, more tolerable, and somewhat okay in the face of what suddenly seemed like a very difficult time.

When Kelsey first came here a little more than a year ago, she felt certain UNLV was the perfect place, where she could learn and thrive and have fun while she was in school. In high school she had been to Las Vegas a single time, when she was 15, as part of a cheer competition. Then, her trip had been limited to the walls of the Mandalay Bay Event Center and a couple of trips to restaurants at Planet Hollywood and a ride down the strip in a bus tour. Back then, the adult chaperones were careful to watch her and the other girls, making sure they made no contact with any of the tourists or patrons for reasons she barely understood at the time, though she enjoyed very much the attention from the boys at the pool during her little free time between competitions. Her memories of the city were therefore quite fun and chaste, and they carried over to the thoughts she had about the place when she was awarded a partial scholarship, prompting her to make a weekend visit her senior year to see if she might like to enroll in the little public university in the middle of the desert, near the hottest city in the American West. Once on campus, and with few other educational options available to her, Kelsey fell in love with the place and thought it would be the perfect combination of school and fun.

Now, the city looked every bit as ugly as its reputation. It was a shiny gem on the outside, but rotten to its core and just below the surface. A girl from rural Texas, she had spent too much time combining fun with school and too little combining school with fun. In addition to expensive tastes, her indulgence in parties, boys, and generally finding ways to avoid her responsibilities at the pools on the strip, all forced her academic career to fall off, and her low grade point average prompted the school to place her on probationary status and reduce her scholarship, leaving her suddenly a student with enough money to enroll, but none to pay rent, electricity, or anything else. The little her dad worked hard to send did not go very far, and she felt guilty taking it from him anyway. She looked up at the sign on the outside of The D, then took a drink before smirking.

The D was something of a joke in the city. It was an old, downtown hotel and casino that had been renovated with just enough money to upgrade it to the standards that one might expect to be nice approximately ten years ago. The clients and customers tended to be a bit trashier than any of the major places on the strip, and everything around the place felt simply second rate. Kelsey finished her drink and thought about how much she wanted to work somewhere else.

At twenty years old, the places on the strip either wanted her to deal blackjack or strip. She did not like the idea of either. Blackjack did not pay as much as being a hostess, and stripping was, well......stripping. To serve drinks on the strip, the major casinos only hired girls that were over 21. She learned of jobs downtown through a local advertisement, and just before the new school year began she applied to be a hostess and part time waitress here. She hoped the job would get her some work on the strip. The casino's ownership held a stake in The Mirage, and she thought perhaps she could pick up some hostess shifts at one of the nicer steak restaurants there. But already, only eight weeks into her classes, Kelsey was not getting good shifts even here, and her partying had not slowed enough to keep her solvent. She wondered often how she would pay rent, or how she would make it through the semester without having to pull up stakes and go home to live with her mom and dad.

Are you coming? she texted her friend Melissa, who was supposed to meet up with her before they both walked the six or seven blocks to the apartment complex where they both lived.

Already home, came the reply, too many moments later. Kelsey rolled her eyes and sighed. She looked around the bar and had the bartender tab her out. She did not recognize him, but thought he was cute and looked forward to working with him sometime, though she did not find him to be unusually attractive. Just another guy. She left ten bucks, before grabbing her tiny clutch purse and standing up to leave. She dreaded the long walk through the casino to Fremont Street. Her feet were killing her and her back began to hurt as well. Her head throbbed a bit from the alcohol, and she was tired from dancing and simply being up both early for class and late to party on the Strip. She wanted to get home and get out of her dress and simply fall asleep, committed to simply skipping class tomorrow, which would no doubt set her back further. She didn't care, at the moment, but knew she would the next day, as she headed out.

The rapid, repeated, ringing of the slot machines struck her senses as Kelsey stepped onto the casino floor. As she exited into the bright, oxygenated air of the casino, she dreaded the walk through the building, across the long expanse of Fremont Street with its street shows and light show tourist traps, and around the corner, and seven blocks away to her apartment. She stopped and looked in her clutch to see whether she even had cash that could get her a cab. She only found six dollars. She ran her hand through her hair and slowly began the walk in her heels, contemplating how much her feet hurt already. She found an empty table in the blackjack area and leaned on it only long enough to remove her shoes to allow herself to plod along up the long hallway toward the exit. Her head still pounded from the alcohol and noise, and she began to feel simply exhausted as the hallway seemed to stretch on forever. As she got to the front of the casino, she stopped again, struggling to replace her shoes as it was unthinkable to walk barefoot across the disgusting street outside. She thought she would never make it home at this rate, and she couldn't imagine the hangover she would have the next day. She sat down on a nearby bench and dialed Melissa's number.

"Hey," she said, when her friend answered. "I need a ride."

"Kelsey, no," Melissa whined. "I'm already in bed. It's two-thirty! Where are...."

"Melissa?" Kelsey looked at her phone, noticing it had not merely dropped a call, but was dead in her hand. Dammit! she thought to herself, a tiny tear welling up in her eyes. She wiped it away, making an effort to compose herself, though unable to shake her alcoholic fog and headache. She managed to stand back up and continue her effort to leave The D, heading home to an uncertain tomorrow, and beyond, which upset her even as she focused on just going home. As she opened the door to the casino, she noticed she was facing the wall of the parking garage that surrounded the North and West sides of the building. Where....am I at? she wondered, realizing she had somehow gotten turned around inside the place. She immediately turned back inside and began the trek back across the casino, still looking for the entrance that would get her to the front, so that she could leave. She was not the first person drunk and lost on the casino floor. She knew that was how they got you to stay and gamble. But she simply had no desire to try her luck any more. She just wanted to go home

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[Se7en_]

“Yeah? Well, what did I tell you? That is your freakin’ job, I told you; people who fuck with us get fucked with! Deal with it you useless piece of shit, that’s why I hired you.” Mike sighed and nodded a few times as he was losing his patience with his assistant. “Yeah, tell that senator, if he doesn’t get the fuck off my back, we’re publishing the material of the time when his daughter visited us. Send him that crap and he’ll fuck off. I want him out of the equation, you hear me? If he doesn’t listen to the voice of reason, then fill the internet with the adventures of his slut daughter, send it to everyone that might want to see it, do you understand?” He said as he ended the call and took a deep breath.

The whole casino owner slash manager in Vegas was hardly fun, it was a lot of backroom dealings, backstabbing, blackmail and money laundering. You had to dodge the police, rotten and straight politicians alike and generally deal with the scum of the earth, but it was a blank cheque and a direct line to an endless supply of cash, drinks and girls if you were willing to get your hands dirty. Mike here, was more than willing to get his hands dirty which got him to where he was now, staring down at the casino floor from his office perched up above the whole thing with a clear view of the whole floor underneath. This was how he observed his employees, his clients and the constant stream of revenue that the interaction between those two generated for him.

After finishing his call, he took a sip from the water on his desk, he made it a habit not to consume alcohol while at work, it clouded his judgment and one can’t afford to do that when running a hotel and casino in Vegas.

While looking down at the floor, Mike saw a beautiful girl leaning on a table and removing her shoes, not a rare sight after dancing for hours in high heels, he had seen this countless times. Rolling his eyes, he almost moved on while wondering why girls choose to wear something uncomfortable in the first place, but the girl caught his eye, he remembered her, she was one of the students who worked in his casino, he remembered interviewing her a year ago or so and thinking that it was a good idea to fuck her a few times for she was definitely a beauty, but for some reason he had forgotten. He shook his head at that stupidity and was happy he caught a glimpse of her again wondering if she was still working for him as he didn’t see her often. She was probably in one of the less popular areas of the casino, probably one he doesn’t keep tabs on as much as the more important places, like the slot machine area and the gambling area.

With a wide grin coloring his handsome features, Mike locked his office and went down to meet that girl, take her to his place and vent his frustrations on her soft young body. He licked his lips as he walked down the stairs and then walked to where he saw her remove her shoes. He noticed she was on the way to the garage and walked behind her and was about to break out in laughter when she noticed she was in the wrong side of the building and needed to go back the whole way. A trick employed by a lot of casinos is to build it like a maze to keep patrons, especially the drunk ones in to waste more money and increase the owner’s fortune at their expense.

He came closer to her as she sat down and called her friend, and he could hear her say she wanted a ride just before her phone died. This was the perfect moment, just what he needed to present himself as a gentleman and then have his way with her once she lets her guard down and warms up to him.

Mike watched as the beauty managed to stand up again and started walking back where she came. At that moment, he approached her slowly and put his hand on her bare shoulder while putting on a warm smile “Hello, I am Mike, owner and manager of this place. I remember I interviewed you around a year ago. Glad to see you’re still around. How is life treating you my lovely?” He said as his hand moved down to her lower back and he gently guided her forward in the same direction she was walking while keeping on a warm welcoming attitude and smile to comfort her and make sure she warms up to him.

“So, I overheard you saying you needed a ride, and seems your phone died. I am happy to give you that ride, just let me go to my office to get a couple things before I head out. How about that?” Mike said, not really caring about her answer, and seriously doubting she would turn down his offer. As he said that, he slowly wrapped his arm around her slender waist and guided her up a set of stairs and into his large office overseeing the whole casino from the large darkened windows on every side of his office.

As they got in, Mike pointed to a large couch “Make yourself at home, remove your shoes if you want to. I am well aware girls have really sensitive feet that can’t stand being trapped in high heels long.” He winked and then continued “We’ll be off soon.” He said as gently squeezed her shoulder and left her to head to his desk. There was nothing in particular he needed from the office, but he needed to bring her here while he thinks about whether to fuck her right in the office and then give her the ride or to take her home and have his way with her all night. He also wanted her to see the luxury of his huge office, to take in the expensive décor and furniture, the grandiose of overlooking the entire casino.

It was a tough choice for him, but he knew for certain, he was going to take advantage of her that night; she was too drunk to say no, especially not to handsome rich man who also happened to be her boss. With those thoughts, Mike sat down at his desk and checked some sheets on his laptop to make her wait a bit longer.

He then finally stood up and walked towards her, a wicked grin on his face and a lust-filled look in his eyes as he reached down, wrapping one arm around her waist and the other under her knees to pick her small body in his arms. “I am carrying you to the car, you’re clearly exhausted and I will not hear any objections!” Mike said in a stern strict voice as he carried her petite body in his arms while walking to the private elevator in his office that leads right down to the garage where he was parked thinking this was going to be one hell of a fun night.

He looked down into the eyes of the lovely girl and smiled "Do remind me though, what was your name gorgeous?"

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[CarnivalBarker]

Kelsey looked up from where she was and realized a guy in a nice suit with no tie was talking to her. She pulled her faculties together as best she could, her head foggy from being tired and from having just enough alcohol tonight to be foggy. She winced a bit until remembering the man that introduced himself as Mike, then she remembered him vaguely from when she first interviewed. He had been in one of her interviews, and found it odd that the casino owner himself would hire a hostess. But now, she was mildly grateful for a friendly face, even if she knew very little of him, apart from the few times she had seen him at work. She nodded when he mentioned he had overheard her need for a ride, but in her tipsy confusion, did not quite understand what it was he was getting at. She then felt his hand on her waist as she found herself walking up stairs with little idea how she had gotten there. She sat on a couch in his office, and she noticed, though she was knowingly without her full faculties, that the office was beautiful beyond anything she had seen in other parts of the casino.

The man made some effort to talk to her, though she simply sat, then laid down, on the couch he had in his office. When she was unable to recover quickly, she sat back up, awaiting his work to end so she could go home. She raised her head as he approached her finally. Moments later, she felt herself in his arms as he moved toward a small room near his office. Confused by it all, she listened, realizing the room was an elevator and they were headed to the parking garage.

What was your name gorgeous? he asked.

"Kelsey," she said. "West," she finished, as if it mattered to him. "Where, uh.....where are you taking me?" She shifted a bit, putting her arms around his neck to just brace herself. "I can walk," she said, offering to move to his car on her own. "I live in Del Sol Condos," she told him, again assuming it was something that mattered and where he would be taking her. "Really, I can walk there," she said, trying to figure out everything that was going on around her. She rode down the elevator in his arms, further unaware of where they were in the building or where they were headed once they arrived at his car. As the elevator slowed to a stop, Kelsey climbed down from her perch and stood beside him. The doors opened and the warm desert air filled the elevator and Kelsey peered into the darkness of the garage, the only lights being the faint fluorescent lights on the ceiling along the parking area on each side of the garage. It was such a different version of Vegas compared to the all night lights of the strip and even downtown.

"Thank you for taking me home," she said in a tiny voice, worried that being drunk in the casino where she worked would reflect poorly and get her in trouble. "My friend was supposed to meet me, but she didn't show up." She forced a weak smile, a bit ashamed of her condition. She wondered if Mike also had problems with her performance or if he had any thoughts about her as an employee at all. Perhaps worse than being in trouble with her boss in a city like this would be to not be thought of at all. At the same time, she noticed he was quite handsome and rather attractive, more so than most pit bosses and certainly the manager of the bar where she worked. She thought for a moment that she wished she reported simply to him and none of the others. He seemed nice. She began following through the garage, noticing the cars in this area were much nicer than those where the regular employees parked. This was obviously the place where the owners and high rollers left their rides. She thought a moment about the allure of Vegas. There was so much money pumping through this place. The promise of fortunes won and lost, here on the edge of the desert as one traveled west on their way to the promised land of the California Coast. At least that was how she once thought of it.

Now, in her situation, she simply found it dirty and a struggle to live here. She had not broken in to even a good job, much less any opportunity to work in a show or at one of the higher dollar casinos. She hadn't been noticed, except by the occasional guy in town for a party with his bros, or any number of guys who had seen her at the casino pools, where she enjoyed more than any place, or at least as much as the clubs. She couldn't stand any more thoughts of how things were, which she sometimes did when she drank. Her head started to hurt and she wanted some water. She just wanted to get home.

"Which car is yours?" she asked, not so much curious as to how nice it would be, as much as she simply wanted to get in it and get to her bed as quickly as possible. At the moment, she couldn't even remember if she was scheduled tomorrow or the next day. All she knew was she was grateful the boss had found her, and she was grateful to be going home.

 

[Se7en_]

"Kelsey, West" He smiled as she told him her name “I see, a pretty name for such a pretty little girl” He almost purred as he enjoyed holding her soft body in his arms and continued to listen to the sound of her gentle feminine voice. "Where, uh.....where are you taking me? I can walk Really, I can walk there."

“To my car of course, that’s where I am taking you.” He said that as she slowly slipped from his arms and lived up to her offer of walking which is something he didn’t like, and he would sure train that behavior out of her, she shouldn’t try to get out of his grip for any reason, when he would hold her, she would have to stay put until he let’s go of her. She needed to learn and understand that much.

At that thought, they started walking outside the elevator and into the garage reserved for the managers of the casino, it was a much smaller garage than the main one, but few people had access to it. On the way to the car, he heard her soft voice again "Thank you for taking me home. My friend was supposed to meet me, but she didn't show up."

Mike smiled at her as he wrapped his arm around her waist to guide her to his car and to help support her, he did see her struggling to walk and knew pride or being shy or whatever made her refuse being carried to his car.

He wasn’t sure whether she was on her shift when she got drunk like that or if she was just enjoying her time for half the price for being an employee. He really wanted her to have been on duty, that would be a good reason to blackmail, punish and keep her under his direct supervision which were all good for him. He started thinking she would make a decent new toy to enjoy during work and especially after going home.

"Which car is yours?" He heard her as they approached his car, and wondered if she were some sort of gold-digger and he didn’t mind the occasional gold-digger, he can buy their bodies for cash, but this girl was different, he didn’t want her to be like that, and seeing her clothes and the job she took meant she wasn’t like that. It seemed she was more of a working girl who valued herself much more than the average slut, but even those can be weakened with the promise of money and an easier luxurious life, and if not, blackmail would surely do the trick.

Listening to her question, he grinned and pointed to his car, a black convertible BMW. They walked towards her and he hit a button to unlock the doors. Opening, the passenger’s car for her, he gently helped her get in with a hand on her back, and then walked around the car to get into the driver’s seat.

Without a word, he started the ignition, and the roar of the six cylinder turbo charged engine echoed in their ears. “Well, today I was feeling more sporty so came in my sports car instead of one of my more luxurious ones, but still its comfortable enough.”

He said as he relaxed on the soft leather seat and then looked at the little girl sitting next to him and he leaned in cupping her chin and making her look into his eyes. He was lost into her deep angelic eyes and mesmerized by her beauty, not to mention enjoying the hold he had on her. He loved the action of cupping a girl’s chin and have her look up into his eyes.

Mike held her gaze for a few moments to heighten the tension then began. “This is probably not the best time to ask such a question, but were you on your shift right now or were you just having fun?” He said as he looked straight into her eyes, his expression stern and his voice dead serious as his grip tightened a little on her soft chin.

Mike then grinned, and without waiting for her answer, his eyes travelled down her body, scanning down her slender neck, down her chest, her soft breasts hidden behind the thin material of her dress and bra underneath, but their shape was rather inviting and he knew he wanted to cup and squeeze those orbs of pleasure and explore the sensitive nubs at their peeks.

He tore his eyes from her chest and they started wandering down her belly and to the treasure at the apex of her thighs where he wanted to bury his quickly-hardening manhood after tasting her honey and licking her till she lost all semblance of control, but he again tore his eyes from there and continued to look down her legs and all the way down her small feet tucked inside her high heels.

With that tour of her body, and what a tour it was, he was rather satisfied by what he saw and wanted the whole thing now. Mike pumped the gas and sped out of the garage. The route he was planning to take was definitely not going to ‘Del Sol Condos’. He needed her naked in his house, and that’s what was going to happen, not much was going to get in his way.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

She simply wanted to know where to go, so that she could get in one of the cars and get home when she asked, and she was pleased that it was not far when he pointed to the dark car in the wide parking spot nearby. She shuffled slowly toward it, jolting a bit at the feel of his hand on her waist, but appreciative he was being a gentleman. She got in and slumped a bit against the car door as she waited for him to circle behind the car and get in himself. She blinked a bit, looking again at her dead phone as the needs charging icon flashed on the screen, prompting her to grunt in disgust. As she looked at it, she felt a hand on her chin and the next thing she knew, she was looking directly into Mike's eyes. She noticed they were pretty, and he was very handsome, but she felt a bit odd at his insistence she meet him face to face even though they sat just feet apart in the car.

"Were you on your shift right now or were you just having fun?" she heard him ask. She blinked again in her groggy state, wondering briefly why he was being a bit mean, until the answer slowly boiled upward as the answer came to her. She smiled as he released her chin and pulled out of the garage.

"Oh, I.....my friends and I," she began. "We went to the strip earlier. I wasn't working tonight." She said as Mike hit the gas and tore through the night in his BMW. "My friend Melissa took off with a guy to a club and was supposed to meet me at The D before we walked home." She slumped back against the car door and rubbed her temples with her hand, simply tired, but otherwise beginning to feel her blood alcohol level come back to normal. She kicked her shoes off in the floorboard below and stashed her phone in her clutch, placing it in her lap. She took a deep breath, glad to be finally on her way home, and causing her modest, but ample, breasts to rise and fall. She straightened her dress a bit. She always liked wearing it, knowing she looked her best. Her perky body looked firm and showed in just the right places. But she was bummed she had not met any guys and ended up just heading home to crash, only to wake tomorrow in her regular, boring world of frustration. She looked up from her lap, where her hands adjusted the hem of her skirt, and looked out the window. Her eyes darted to the front windshield and she saw the strip ahead of them as they traveled southwest. Her eyes got wide for a moment, then she looked at Mike. Her condo was East of The D.

"Where, uh.......where are we going?" she asked, politely in a little girl's voice. She had not begun to worry, but she only knew Mike as the owner and her boss, without knowing much else, and she knew he did not appear to be taking her home. "My home is the other way," she said.

 

[Se7en_]

He listened to her as she explained her situation to him "Oh, I.....my friends and I, We went to the strip earlier. I wasn't working tonight. My friend Melissa took off with a guy to a club and was supposed to meet me at The D before we walked home." He shot a few glances her way as she explained and nodded his understanding. He didn’t really care that much about whether she was doing her job or not, his immediate concern was to get her out of those clothes and into his bed. Anything else was of secondary importance right about now.

While deep in his thoughts of making use of the lovely young lady riding in his car, her soft voice interrupted his planning and lusting "Where, uh.......where are we going?" He was pulled out of his thoughts and looked at her from the corner of his eye with a grin as she continued "My home is the other way."

“Oh really? Well, that’s a damn shame, my home is this way, and I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I let you go home in this state, you clearly need some water, a bit of rest, maybe to charge your dead phone and some company?” He said in a serious, almost commanding tone as his free hand reached for her and rested on her bare knee, gently stroking the soft skin of her lower leg and thigh, exploring her, without seeming invasive as he continued “I will hear no objections, Kesley.” He said firmly, and continued to drive in the same direction, to his house.

Mike continued to tease the girl’s soft knee as his deep strong voice snuck to her ears once more “You see, you happen to be a very beautiful girl, and we ran into each other by coincidence today, so I am not gonna pass up the opportunity to have you as my guest. I’ll get you some water, another drink if you want, and maybe a place to crash the night or a ride home if you’re so inclined.” He offered as his hand gently squeezed her thigh before releasing it completely. “Or I could just u-turn right now and drive you home, but we both know you’re not looking forward to a boring night alone are you my lovely?” He asked rhetorically and continued to speed down to the outskirts of the city, the more calm, more expensive areas of town where the rich lived, mostly owners and managers of the hotels and casinos in town.

With that, he left the question hanging, not really expecting a negative answer from a drunk girl who seems to have had higher hopes for the night. Not to mention, she wasn’t going to refuse her boss and risk losing the job she barely managed to get.

Minutes later, Mike was pulling into the garage of his large villa with a lovely, well-kept garden around it, and a swimming pool at the back. He parked the car, and then quickly moved to the passenger’s side and opened the door for his new toy-to-be, and like a gentleman, he offered his hand and helped her out of the car, gently and slowly guiding her up the small set of stairs and into his house.

As soon as they got in, his grip on her hand changed, and spun her around so she was facing him, his hands moved to grab hold of her waist and to slowly but firmly push her back till her body was flat against the concrete wall behind her. With his eyes trained onto hers, he approached her slowly, strong large hands holding her waist and keeping her in place as he stalked closer, like a predator approaching his prey.

Soon, the little girl was trapped between the wall of concrete behind her and the wall of muscle that was his chest. His muscular body easily dwarfed her small feminine frame. Meanwhile, his hands slid upwards slowly on her sides and onto her shoulders, then his hands slithered slowly down her bare arms till his fingers locked around her slender wrists, and he slowly drew her hands up pinning them on either side of her head, holding her helpless against the wall.

With her trapped at his doorstep, he grinned wickedly at her and leaned in to whisper in her ear “You’re so sexy when you’re trapped like this my dear Kesley, too hot really. I wouldn’t be surprised if guys fought over you, but you’re different, you have standards, you don’t let just about anyone enjoy the pleasures of your body.” He almost purred into her ears, enjoying the control he had over her, her lovely features, and her intoxicating feminine scent. He was just about ready to devour her, but he was a patient man, she needed to beg him for it!

After that taunt, he pulled her hands up higher and gathered them in one strong large hand, trapping her wrists in the iron grip of his strong fingers, freeing his other hand to cup her chin and tilt her head up in his direction as he looked down into her deep angelic eyes “Now little girl, I have an interesting offer for you.” He paused to gauge her reaction, still holding on to her and keeping her trapped and under control, but not really hurting her or giving an aura of having the intention of raping or hurting her. He was just being overly firm and aggressive with her, something he knew girls like her enjoyed.

He then continued, “You happen to work for me girl, and I know you can’t get a better job, its not easy to get a job at all in these days, and I am guessing you are tight on funds as evidenced by your choice of accommodation. I am also guessing you study in the small university in town, yeah?” He paused to let that sink in and continued to stare deep into her eyes, really mesmerized by her beauty, but knowing full well he had complete control.

“Now, I can make your money and accommodation problems disappear. I can easily give you a better paying job in my casino, get you into a better place to live and just in general show you what Las Vegas can be like when you’re not running around trying to stay afloat financially and not sinking in debt.” He continued “Of course, you’d be asking ‘what’s the catch?’ and that’s a smart question. The catch is that you have no money to offer me, but you are one of the prettiest girls I have seen and that beauty on its own is a treasure that just needs someone who knows how to treat it and enjoy it, so basically you’re gonna be paying back those favors with your…..” He leaned and whispered into her ear “Delicious body.”

He then reiterated, his warm breath washing over her neck “Yes, your body.” He said as he gently nibbled on her earlobe and then leaned back looking at her once more “So, what say you?” He whispered as he leaned in and his lips found her slender neck, not really waiting for her answer before digging in and starting to playfully kiss the sensitive skin on her neck.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Kelsey was drunk enough to be entirely confused about the place she found herself. Not thirty minutes before, she was certain she would be going home to enjoy a peaceful night sleeping in her own bed and now she was pressed against a wall, hands above her head, and entirely uncomfortable with the situation. Alone, at the home of not just her boss, but THE boss, who reported to nobody, she listened to his words, but was not sure she really understood, or could believe, exactly just what she was hearing. His body pressed against hers, and she quivered only slightly at the thought of what he apparently intended to do, his rock hard body intriguing her, even if she found herself more afraid than any other time in this city known for frightening things.

"Please," she said. "I just want to go home," she tried to wiggle her wrists free, to no avail. She heard his suggestion, and began to listen to just what it was he was offering. Is he offering me money for sex? she asked silently to herself, sobering up quickly. I am not a whore. She tried to wiggle free again, unable to.

"I'm not doing anything with you," she said. "I just want to go home." Her voice was matter of fact, still not horrified. She had been in situations before. Once, when she was a senior in high school, a guy from the local university in her hometown, tried to pick her up at a party. He had forced her into a room off the hallway where the party had spilled out, and there began kissing her. As he did, he forced her beneath him and proceeded to try to fuck her. He got her shorts undone and slid a hand up her side, just under her shirt. When that happened, she screamed, and several people at the party raced in to find the boy's hand on her breast, and the button on his pants being undone by his other hand. He was then beaten by several of the boys on the football team. Kelsey had not felt that way again.

Now, as the man holding her wrists repeated to slide his hand over her flank, she wanted to scream again, but wondered if anyone would hear her this high up and in this solitary of a residence. Instead, she listened intently as he continued his offer to its conclusion. Her body shivered as he began nibbling her ear, then kissing her neck. At the same time, she thought about the possibilities within his offer. It would be nice to have no problems getting shifts or extra cash. She would enjoy hanging out at his very nice residence, perhaps bringing friends to party at his pool and consuming the alcohol and casual party drugs that he could supply with his money, or.......she could try her damnedest to get away and get home. Her mind and body raced amidst her alcoholic haze to find an answer about what to do.

"No!" she said, sternly, pushing at him to back away, to no avail. "I.....you're my boss," she said, stating the obvious, which was not already a deterrent for him. He remained close, seemingly not threatened by what barely amounted to an observation and in no way a legitimate complaint. "Take me home!"

 

[Se7en_]

Mike had to say he was amused by her futile struggles and her reasoning "I'm not doing anything with you," she said. "I just want to go home." He listened to her as she continued to weakly struggle against him "No!" she continued, "I.....you're my boss, Take me home!"

“No shit genius, I know I am your boss, you didn’t exactly stumble upon the revelation of the century!” He scoffed as he mocked her and then shook his head, leaning back and stopping to tease her neck and ear. He kept a firm grip on her wrists though so she would stay put as he put the situation in a different perspective.

“Listen to me girl,” He started “I have lived in Vegas all my life, that’s thirty five years. I actually spent a few of them in Del Sol Condos, and I know full well what that shithole is like. Its basically the cheapest place in Vegas where you can get in and have a good night’s sleep with a low chance of getting raped on the way in or out.” He laid that fact before her and paused a moment to let it sink in as he looked into her eyes.

“During my years in Vegas I have met all kinds of people, and I know your type very very well, too well perhaps. I know you came here on the hopes of partying and studying at the same time, to have the magical combination of fun and education. However, as it turn out, this place isn’t all its cracked up to be as I am sure you’ve noticed, it’s a nightmare if you’re not rich or lucky or both.” He said sternly and looked down into her eyes. “I know what you were doing tonight for example, you were partying and hoping to pick some cute guy to fuck for a few days, weeks or months, or maybe just a one night stand. Apparently, that didn’t work out as planned.” He taunted her again, knowing her too well even know he never talked to her more than once before. Its just that kind of girl was everywhere in Vegas.

“I wonder though, you were looking to hook up with someone, I am sure you were looking for someone handsome, I happen to be very handsome. I am guessing you were also hoping for someone a bit rich. I happen to be a millionaire. I am also guessing you wanted someone with some authority, I happen to own a casino and hotel, and the one where you work, so if I had picked you up at the party, I know you would have come happily because then you would think you had the choice, now I am coercing you to it, but it’s the same thing and would have the same end result. I am the same guy who could have picked you at the bar.” He reasoned with her as he kept her trapped between his body and the wall behind her, his voice strong and firm knowing what he wanted and knowing how to get it.

With that last remark, he released her hands and grabbed her waist instead pulling her from the wall and into a hug, wrapping one arm around her waist pulling her small body into him, while his other hand played with her hair stroking it gently.

“You see, I don’t think of you as a whore,” He started, whispering into her ear “I am not going to pay you to sleep with me. I am going to drown you in luxuries in exchange for being mine. I don’t want a cheap whore, those are easy to get if I wanted any. With one call, I can easily have a dozen sluts here more than happy to do what I want when I want, but that’s boring.” He paused and inhaled deeply, enjoying the sweet scent of her feminine body before continuing “I am also definitely not looking to rape you, if I wanted, you wouldn’t be standing here fully clothed and having a conversation, you would be naked in my bed being fucked without mercy, but I’ve never raped anyone before, and I am not starting with you or with anyone else, that’s just low, so don’t be afraid. I want you to be mine willingly. Do you understand?” He said as he leaned away and looked her dead in the eye.

“Now, I will be asking you again, one last time.” He started, “I want you to be my girl, not a whore I will throw away after using once. I want you to move in with me and see what Vegas looks like from the top, I will have you live the luxuries of Vegas instead of struggling with rent and shifts and getting a ride home. The choice is yours.” He said as he released her and walked away from her. “If you’re up to it, come to me, if not then walk towards the door and I will drive you home. But, get one thing straight, if you refuse me, I am not gonna be able to look you in the eye later at work, so I am going to have to ask you to leave your job because I don’t want to look into the eyes of a girl who thought I was going to rape her.”

He said as he shrugged and walked away from her through the entrance corridor to his villa and he leaned at a small high table near the entrance to the living room knowing he had chosen his words to make it look she would be losing her job to protect his feelings not as him firing her for refusing him. He wanted to make it more like a guilt trip than a threat, but he knew deep inside she would be able to tell the difference and know he was manipulating her, which he was more than happy to do in order to obtain this lovely girl. He knew she was struggling financially, and can’t afford to lose her job. It was obvious she wouldn’t want to end up without a job overnight; and he knew no one living in Del Sol Condos was rich or able to lose his or her job without a problem. She was, for all intents and purposes, stuck between a rock and a hard place.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Kelsey heard his words and could not believe what exactly he was saying that he wasn't actually saying. He was telling her she had a choice, but was telling her that she had no choice at all. As he walked toward his private villa, she took a moment to compose herself, despite the growing hangover that she knew would be on its way, and the frustrations of the proposal, if that's what it could be called, that was actually just offered. She thought the better term was ultimatum.

She couldn't say Mike was entirely wrong. If she had met a charming guy that she liked at the dance club, one that looked good and promised to be sweet, yet wanted a great time, she can't say that she would not have ended up at his room in the Bellagio or Cesar's, on her back, with a cock filling her little body all night. She was not a slut, but it would not have been the first time that it happened. In a year, she had hooked up only two times that she could recall. One was with a guy on vacation from Texas. She had enjoyed his muscular build and pretty, crooked smile beneath crystal blue eyes that she could look into and nearly see the sun setting behind the West Texas oil rigs that were in their future, had they had one. But once in his room at Harrah's, she learned he was like every other boy that focused on her long enough to fuck her before falling asleep moments later. The other time, she met an older, distinguished man as she walked past a craps table where he played inside Bellagio. He had offered her a drink, and pulled her nearby as his "good luck charm" at the table. He proceeded to win six thousand dollars before insisting she celebrate with him at the bar. She did, and an hour later, found her face pressed into his mattress as he pounded her hard from behind, slapping her ass and thighs hard enough to bruise, while leaning over and calling her every foul name he could think of. Neither had been horrifying exactly. Sometimes sex was just not pretty. But neither had been satisfying either. And neither had made any substantial offer that would affect her well being. Her mind flashed to what could possibly happen. She had thoughts of lying beneath Mike, his cock taking her anyway he wanted. She doubted she would have much say in preventing anything she did not want to do. She expected she would have to do the things she had found unpleasant in her past. Despite having fewer than five partners, she had swallowed cum, been with one guy that liked to slap her, and even agreed to have sex with one guy's friend because he liked to watch. She had survived it all, even liked some of it at times, though generally she simply did those things to make the guy happy and to get him to like her more. She expected Mike was no different, realizing each guy had his own likes and quirks, while most of them enjoyed dominating and controlling her body for his own use and pleasure. She didn't need it, and hadn't planned on it tonight, and she was anxious and a bit afraid.

But she needed her job. Her biggest fear in this situation was losing her job and being forced to go back home, tail tucked between her legs, so to speak. She ran her hand through her hair, unable to believe the situation she was in. She simply could not be unemployed. And as aggressive as Mike was, she knew sex would not be particularly pleasant. She picked up her phone and prayed it would start up enough to make a call to her friend, even if she could just kick the idea around with someone she trusted, one way or the other. The stubborn piece of cellulite and plastic simply flashed a lightning symbol, refusing to help and being complicit in her own abuse. She dropped her arms to her side and then set the phone down on the counter.

She thought only a moment more, knowing what she was going to have to do. "Are you going to hurt me?" she asked him, as if she could believe any answer he would give. She thought of all the little girls at The D, all of the ones that had come to the city hoping to be noticed and swept away to bigger and better things, the ones that had to endure tiny outfits, degrading comments by people on vacation, guys constantly trying to pick them up, and just trying to get by. All of the girls there, and at Mike's other casinos, just like her. She wondered how many he had fucked, how many he had done this to, how many he was doing this to. One day she saw a pretty blonde at the bar in the center of the casino, crying the second she clocked in to her shift. She wondered if it had something to do with Mike. She would always wonder if the girls were having problems with Mike anytime she saw something amiss in the future. She wondered if they would think the same about her if she had a bad day, or if something happened. But it couldn't matter. She needed money and needed to pay bills. Without waiting for his answer, realizing it didn't matter and would not hurt as much as unemployment and the loss of her education would, she walked slowly toward where he was near his villa's entrance. She simply nodded, not ready for what he had planned, but having made her only possible decision.

 

[Se7en_]

Mike decided to stay completely silent, to let her think on it in peace, he wasn’t going to push her for a quick answer, so he stood there with his eyes trained on her face, trying to read her emotions, her expressions, anything to dive into her brain and see what’s being cooked in there, but sadly, he didn’t have that handy skill, so he just stood there patiently like a hunter awaiting his prey to enter his net.

To him, Kesley seemed like she was in deep thought, most likely recalling some memories, probably not very pleasant ones, and he would bet it was sexual encounters with other guys and how she liked or disliked them, he couldn’t tell from her face, but the whole situation was rather amusing for him. He wanted her to take her time, he was in no hurry, and watching her struggle with the rather obvious decision was a delight.

Finally, she moved, reaching for her phone causing him to raise his eyebrows. “The phone is dead genius, it’s not gonna overcome the lack of juice with natural remedies or something.” He thought as he shook his head and went back to watching her as she laid the phone on the counter, clearly giving up on the idea for asking for help, not that she needed any. He was truthful with her, he wasn’t going to rape her and if she refused her offer, he would have driven her home as promised. He was a man of his word.

After a brief moment of thought, Kesley finally voiced her valid concern, “Are you going to hurt me?” But before he had a chance to answer her, she had made her decision and started walking towards him, slowly but surely. The choice was made, the die was cast. That first step she took towards him was her writing the next chapter in her life as Mike’s sex toy and pleasure slave and all the joy, pain, laughs and tears she would experience in her new role.

Without wasting time, Mike reached for her waist with his strong large hands as he was smiling wide, his pale lips pressed into a thin line of amusement and his eyes glittered. He then swiftly lift her up and sat her on the high thin table and his hands slithered down from her waist to her hips, slowly sliding down her thighs over the thin material of her dress before crossing over the hem of her dress onto her silken skin. Breezing over her skin, his hands found their way down her legs and onto her ankles, releasing the straps of her heels and letting them fall onto the ground.

With a mischievous grin coloring his lips and a wicked glint in his eyes, his wandering hands explored her soft bare feet for a couple moments before finding their way back up her calves, onto her thighs stroking them possessively marking his territory and enforcing his claim on her. His hands then slid below her dress to explore her thighs more and uncover the secret treasure hidden at the apex of her legs.

His fingers quickly found their target, and his thumbs hooked into the waistband of her panties as he pulled her up a little so he can slide the silky garment from under her, down her legs and all the way down to her ankles where he gathered the little piece of cloth in his hand and lift it up high for her to see. Mike licked his lips as he held her panties in his hands, keeping them there as he looked down at her with a glint in his eyes. Eyes that demanded focus and attention; deep pools of emotions she couldn't read just yet. He wanted her to see just how easy it was to deprive her of the small piece of cloth covering her sex, how easy it was for him to access her most private flesh, and how powerless she was to do anything about it. He wanted to enforce the idea of powerlessness and vulnerability in her before actually sexually using her. He was going to take her time; he wasn’t a savage looking for a quick fuck. He wanted much more from her, something she would surely learn soon, he wasn’t the kind to be satisfied with forcing himself inside her for a couple minutes at a time, shooting his load in and be done with it.

Moments later he put her panties aside, right next to her on the table and his hands took hold of her ankles, wrapping her legs around his waist as he dived into her lips-first. His mouth caught hers and his lips wrapped around hers as his arms pulled her into a tight hug as he explored her mouth. His tongue forced its way past her lips and teeth only to meet her tongue. His tongue wrestled with hers, managing to subdue hers as just as he had subdued her.

Breaking the kiss reluctantly, he moved back a little holding her body with an arm under her bottom and the other around her waist with her legs still around his waist. Carrying her, he walked in to the large living room full of all the electronics and appliance one can think of with lush carpeting, large comfortable sofas and collection of accessories, paintings, small statues and assorted curiosities that made the whole place look just as luxurious as she could have expected from a Vegas millionaire.

He carried her the short distance to his large leather recliner and then sat down, bringing her down with him to straddle his lap with her legs on either side of his legs. She was in a kneeling position only over his lap. His hands moved quickly as soon as she found herself in his lap and he cupped her cheeks gently and looked right into her deep angelic eyes.

“Look around you, this is your home now Kesley. I will take you on a tour in a bit little one, but first I gotta explore your pretty body a bit, you’re quite a sight my dear and I am hungry to enjoy the pleasures hidden beneath those clothes.” He paused, his voice husky and full of excitement, and at the same time it was a growl; deep, and savage and full of menacing promise. But, I know that’s not exactly what’s on your mind now. You asked a question and I will provide an answer.”

Mike said as he adjusted his position and hers on top of his for comfort and released her cheeks, holding her chin with one hand and stroking her hair with the other, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “You asked if I was going to hurt you,” He paused as he gathered his thoughts, and then continued, “Yes, that’s the short answer, but you probably want the longer version as well.” He paused to let the reality sink in and then continued, “You are my toy now, and a toy is made to be played with and enjoyed, and that’s what I am going to do, I will play with you and enjoy your petite sexy body. If, to accomplish that, I have to hurt you, I will do it. You will experience happiness, sadness, pleasure, pain and just about everything else on the emotional spectrum, but I will let you gaze down at your world from the top, you will no longer be at the bottom of the food chain, you’re now near the top. Only the most dangerous of predators are above you.” He spoke venomously and triumphantly as he licked his lips and his eyes lit up with the lust welling in his core and stirring in his loins…

 

[CarnivalBarker]

When Kelsey arrived where Mike stood, he didn't answer, and her eyes searched his for any sense of kindness, even as his merely explored her little body from head to toe. Nearly a head taller than her petite frame, he placed his hands on her waist and hoisted her quickly onto the table in front of him as if she weighed nothing. Her breath left her at this first small indication of just how strong this man was, and she knew he would have what he wanted, whether it hurt her or not. A chill ran along her flanks, as his hands trailed easily down her sides, over her liquid hips, then onto her skin directly as they made their way over her athletic thighs. A moment later, she jumped a bit, squeezing her eyes shut as the only reaction she could have, when the straps of her heels allowed them to fall to the floor with a thud, breaking the silence between them. She squeezed her legs together slightly, nervous, as Mike ran his hands back up from where they came. She pushed her skirt down in front, even as his fingers rode up her hips and his thumbs rode inside her panties.

"No, please," she whimpered, breathlessly, though she got no response as he simply peeled her black panties down over her thighs. Even as she protested in her mind, she lifted her hips as he pulled them off, holding them before her in a triumphant display. She looked at them in his hand before moving her eyes to his smirking gaze, where she could read the only message he was sending. She would be his, and it would be no more difficult than removing her panties had been. She kept her hands over her skirt, in the only effort she could make to keep her pussy from his view. She had gotten waxed earlier in the day, knowing she would be going out, and she was certain he would find it both amusing and a justification for making her his own. She wanted this, he would say. She was a slut, he would think. She directed her eyes up toward the ceiling, hoping simply not to tip him off about her embarrassment and the flood of shame she was feeling as he began his exploration that would no doubt go on for some time. No sooner had she looked away, did he sit her panties on the table beside her, deliberately, as if emphasizing the point that he now possessed her. She looked at them, crumpled and still on the table, lifeless but as cute as when she wore them. They were just as inert in his hands as she would soon be. Before she could look away, she felt his lips on her own.

"Mmmph!" she squealed briefly, her hands pressing against his chest for only a moment before she felt her legs around him, and simply locked her feet at his lower back and allowed him to kiss her. The kiss itself felt nice, and she stopped pushing him away in order to melt into him, mingling her tongue with his both eagerly and with hesitation. She simply did not know what to do, but felt that perhaps with minor cooperation, she could keep him at bay a while longer. As much as she enjoyed kissing, even kissing him, she simply did not want him to fuck her, if at all possible, for so many reasons. She squealed again when she felt his hand and arm cradle her ass from below and lift her off the table.

"No, no, I...." she began to whimper again and once again simply stopped, knowing it was futile. A few steps away and a mere moment more, she found herself pulled atop him, straddling his lap as he held her at her waist and lower back, where the only possible move she could make would be to lean forward as if kissing him, or offering him her breasts. His hands explored her thighs and ass as he began to speak, and she found some comfort in the fact that these were her best assets. A cheerleader in high school, who also ran track and worked out, her body, especially her lower body, remained firm and ripe. She had turned heads at the student rec center every time she wore yoga pants or any skirt above her knees. And while the comfort was only enough to ease her body issues, she did not feel truly comfortable as her pussy began to glimmer as it ran along the bulge in his pants, and she knew that things would not stop there.

Kelsey's eyes teared up as he confirmed her suspicions, though she did not, and in fact refused to, cry. She was his toy, he told her. He would play with it how he wanted, and if it hurt, so be it. She was not surprised, and it would not be the first time a man hurt her. She was used to the occasional guy that lost control, abused her, and left her sore for a week. The difference, she suspected, was that moving in with him meant far more than a week, and if that was the case, she could probably expect far more than just the standard rough, pounding fuck that her pussy had been subject to in the past. She made one final plea.

"Please, just let me go home," she said, in the voice of a frightened little girl. "I'll stay tonight, and we'll have fun," she offered in concession. "But I just want to go home and keep my job."

 

[Se7en_]

"Please, just let me go home, I'll stay tonight, and we'll have fun, but I just want to go home and keep my job." He heard her plead with him while straddling his lap, and he just shushed her with a finger placed on her ruby lips and he shook his head. “Too late for that my dear little girl, you had your chance to walk away and get a free ride home, but you decided to stay, now be a good girl and live up to your end of the deal, and I will live up to mine!” He said sternly as his hands moved around her back before pulling her into a tight hug, one arm wrapped around her waist and the other hand stroking her hair gently.

He knew full well that girls liked being treated like a princess with a gentleman cuddling, hugging and carrying them to bed while treating them gently at times and at other times to be rough, demanding and maybe even cruel. That contrast was a time-tested recipe to drive girls wild. He had mastered the art of the caring gentleman versus rough asshole in treating his girls and it never ceased to impress him. It always made the girls lose control and become very pliable and compliant. This girl shouldn’t be any different.

With those thoughts, Mike broke the hug and cupped the girl’s cheeks in his hands giving her a warm smile as he pulled her closer gently and kissed her lips for a moment before leaning back away, “I promise,” he said as he leaned in again and planted another kiss on her delicious lips, “You will see an increase in the quality of your life if you stay with me and be a good obedient little girl.”

He said and then released her cheeks and instead his hand moved to take hold of her right ankle with his other arm wrapped around her back for support to allow him to pull her leg from under her and he lifted her foot up and threw it over his shoulder. He then repeated with her left foot, stopping it in front of his lips long enough to plant a couple kisses on her soft bare sole before throwing it over his shoulder as well.

She was now lying over his legs, her back over his thighs while the back of her thighs were resting along his chest while her lower legs and feet were dangling over his shoulders. She seemed so small and helpless when positioned like that and that sight made his manhood roar in its confinement, ready to jump at that little girl and fuck her to oblivion, but it would have to wait. There was still tease and denial before he would have her.

He had put her on display for him, and with her panties gone and her dress riding up her thighs, her pussy was exposed to his eyes and he grinned wickedly as his eyes finally landed on her most private flesh.

Licking his suddenly-dry lips, Mike reached down with his hands, one hand moving between her thighs to tease the sensitive flesh at the apex over her legs while the other took hold of her right breast and began fondling it threw the thin material of her dress and bra underneath.

“You have quite the body my girl,” He almost purred as his fingers stroked her outer lips, already glistening from the attention he was giving her, and his other hand cupped her breast, enjoying the firm but tender flesh being molded in his fingers. “Oh I am so going to enjoy you.” He announced happily before cutting his fun short for a moment to grab hold of her waist and lift her up, easily sitting her on his shoulders, with her sex right in front of his waiting mouth.

Mike shot her a wicked smile as her sex was on display for him. He used his arms to help support her weight, one arm cradling her now-bare bottom, and the other wrapping around her waist to ensure she doesn’t go anywhere as he dives into her nether lips, his own lips wrapping around them for a hungry kiss followed by his tongue shooting out from his mouth to lick and lash across her satin sheathe.

His grip tightened on her body, arm holding tight to her slender waist while the other hand started to squeeze and fondle the soft cheeks of her ass, letting go every few moments to deliver a stinging slap. Meanwhile, his tongue was doing wonders with her sex, drawing honey out of her slit and slurping at it hungrily as his hand continued to administer careful, but slightly painful slaps to her bottom. He was mixing a lot of pleasure with mild pain to show her just how much control he had over her and the situation and to show her that a little pain mixed in with pleasure is actually an enhancement to the experience for both of them.

He was definitely enjoying the control he was having on her, and that’s while she was more or less still fully clothed, she only lost her shoes and panties. She still had on her dress and bra, not that they were protecting her much from his wandering hands and tongue, and more importantly they weren’t going to stay on long and what little covering they were affording her will soon be a thing of the past, a lost luxury for her.

Mike continued sucking, licking and kissing at her sex in a frenzied pace while he started lashing her bottom with harder and more frequent slaps. Then, out of nowhere, he stopped completely, and put her down into the original position of lying over his legs with her feet dangling over his shoulders and he looked down at her with a wicked grin as he licked his lips and cleaned them of her juices. He was an expert in women, and knew full-well when a girl was about to reach the point of no-return and climax and he didn’t want her to reach her orgasm, she wouldn’t be allowed to cum yet, she didn’t earn it, not yet.

He looked down at his little pet and reached down to pat her cheek gently, “So, tell me, how do you feel now?” He teased as he knew she’s most probably frustrated now that he stopped just as she was about to reach her climax. Mike grinned as his hands released her cheeks and moved to on to check her breasts once more, stroking them possessively through her dress while also pushing down just enough to ensure she stays right where he put her. He was far from done with her for the night.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Kelsey brought her hands to her face after Mike pulled her legs up and over his shoulders, leaving her laying over his thighs, while she pondered the words and promises he offered in exchange for the low price of everything she had to offer. She could not believe the situation she was in, and tried simply to push her mind away from the moment until the feel of his fingers along her slit caused her hips to jolt once, just before she realized the situation was real.

I am so going to enjoy you, he had said, and she knew now that he meant it. She whimpered a weak response as his fingers ran over her hard stomach and down again over her pussy as she felt herself grow wet to his touch.

"Please don't," she said, her voice trailing off, not convinced herself that she meant it, as her mind flashed back to another time. Two years ago, the spring after she had turned eighteen, she had gone to San Diego with two friends for her Senior trip. There, along the beach on Coronado Island, the girls encountered three guys on weekend pass from the nearby military base. A few hours later, she found herself with a buzz from drinks the men had offered and on her back in a room upstairs in their rented condo, her summer dress pushed up, her legs bent and dandling off the edge of the bed, with one of the men, much older than her, kneeling with his tongue running along her pussy for the first time. She pulled him away as he continued eating her, bringing her to an orgasm that ran down her spine, along the nerves in her legs, and out her toes as her pussy clenched and gripped the tips of his fingers running just over the outside of her pretty sleeve. As the man began to climb on the bed and kneel between her thighs, she looked up at him in an effort to keep him a bay.

"I'm a virgin," she had told him. Now, she remembered the predatory look the soldier got before opening his pants and running his cock over her entrance. She remembered the vision of it's significant head threatening to pierce her, as he said the most chilling response she could have imagined.

"Sure you are," he replied. "You're not the first little whore I've met on Spring Break." He slowly, steadily forced his hard cock into her and proceeded to wear her out several times over the rest of the night and next morning. As she felt Mike's tongue begin to lap at her little gash, she felt as vulnerable as she had that first time. Her boss tasted her, and intended to use her, and when he was done, she felt worried he could discard her, leaving her to fend for herself, both personally and professionally. And now, like then, she felt her body react in ways she didn't want. Two years ago, she had whimpered and quivered, releasing her essence all over the older man's cock, even as tears fell from her eyes as he pulled her hair and slapped her ass. In a moment, the same feelings all flooded back as she whimpered and quivered again while Mike ministered to her with his mouth, causing her hips to further wriggle and writhe.

Moments later, her breath caught and her stomach began to clench up, making it firmer than her athletic build already had. She gripped the edges of her dress, threatening to push it down, ashamed and shy of the girl she was at the moment. She hesitated, and her fists simply dropped to her stomach, her dress going with them, making her now simply look as if she was holding herself open to him, simply holding the remaining boundary up, removing it as an obstruction to his efforts. Her stomach rose and fell rapidly, as the nerves in her core fired, beginning to threaten to blast off and erupt down her thighs and up her back once more. No sooner had she become flush and started to squeal, than Mike pulled away and dropped her back to the position where she began.

Ohhhh, why did he stop? She asked herself, hands raising back up to go to her face once again, trying to hide her eyes, and her pleasure, from him. She didn't want this. She didn't want to be his sugar baby, which was what he was essentially asking, no commanding, of her. She didn't want him between her thighs, or his hand over her breasts. She didn't want to admit how she felt now, even after she heard him ask her directly.

"I......I don't want to do this," she said, wondering if she was being truthful with either him or herself.