Never out of Debt (Closed for Charitybimbo)

[Rocket1010]

The Texas Holdem tournament at the Broken Arrow Casino was just what Bradley (Brad) Owens needed to jump start his stalled gambling career. Borrowing $8,000 of the $10,000 buy-in from his bookie, Bobby Joe Pickens, he felt comfortable he would make a killing. The tournament was held over a few days with elimination each day. He made easily to the final table where eight men and two women sat in a semicircle with the dealer in the hub.

With a pot of one million dollars split between the top five finishers, it brought out the best poker players. Brad had won a lot of smaller local tournaments but nothing this big. He didn't care if he finished fifth, the prize money of $50,000 would more than cover his expenses.

In addition to the ten players, there was a large crowd packed around the final table and there was a buzz in the air. Normally he went to the tournaments alone since they tended to be all day affairs. But today he had an extra incentive. Behind him was his longtime girlfriend, Diana. Last night over dinner, he told her he was at the final table and she agreed to accompany him. Now along with a thong of onlookers, he wanted to win some money and see the excitement on her face when he hit the jackpot.

The dealer passed out the cards and soon the pot in the middle was growing from the betting. Every card player had a little idiosyncrasy they did during the game. Brad played with his chips while others just stared at the table. One of the women pulled on her blonde hair, twisting it in her fingers. The other woman sat stone-faced, her head in her hands except to look at cards or place a bet.

After a few rounds, it was evident who the players were that could successfully bluff. Brad bluffed on a few hands, winning a lot of chips bringing about a rare smile. After about an hour, one player went all in and lost, leaving nine players. Then three more men lost leaving six players. Four men and two women sat in their chairs looking at each other. The next person out would go home without any money.

Brad fingered the chips in front of him figuring he would need to bluff really well to beat one of the players. And he didn't care who he beat as long as he was in the final five. He felt a thrill that all gamblers feel when they are in position to win big. It's like a junkie on a high after shooting up. There is something euphoric about the rush and Brad could feel his heart racing as he watched the dealer begin to pass out the cards. He looked at the two kings in the hole and did his best to hide his excitement.

The dealer dealt three cards in the middle of the table known as the flop, an A, 8, and J. Brad looked again at his cards and felt good about the two kings. Betting began around the table and Brad resisted upping the bet this early in the game. After all the players bet, the dealer turned over the turn card, a K and Brad felt felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. Three kings was a strong hand and he again resisted raising the bet. The last card called the river card was laid on the table and when Brad saw it was a J, he was overly confident he could win the pot.

He knew the only way to lose was if one of the players had three aces or a full house. The betting began and three players folded, leaving one woman and one man that could beat him. This is the point at which good players bluff and the two opponents kept upping the bet as they it circled the table. Finally, Brad knew he won and pushed all his chips to the middle calling "all in." The betting was over and Brad had to show his cards, flipping over the two Kings.

He saw the look on the man's face and knew the man couldn't beat him when he flipped over an A and 8, two pair. The woman, though, had a soft smile on her lips as she flipped her two hole cards. Brad's face went ashen seeing the J and 8 giving her a full house of three J's and two 8's. As she happily hauled all the chips toward her, Brad felt numb. He lost and and on top of everything, he lost someone else's money.

Brad pushed his chair away from the table, still numb and in disbelief. He saw Diana staring at him but he was too numb to say anything other than, "let's get out of here." He grabbed her arm to steer her out of the crowd, hearing some people tell him he played brilliantly and they were sorry to see him lose.

"Fuck them all," he whispered breaking through the crowd only to be confronted by two big burly men with tattoos adorning their arms.
"Bobby Joe wants to see you. Seems you and your honey here has lost a lot of his money."

He turned to Diana and before he could tell her to wait for him one of the security men said, "Oh no man ..... she coming along with you."

"Are you ok babe," he said seeing a bit of fear in her eyes.

 

[charitybimbo]

Diana Charlton hadn’t spoken to her mother since she left school. It was just for the semester, and it wasn’t like it was a four year college or anything. It was just that mom had it tough, a single teenage mother, who dropped out of high school and waited tables for twenty years to give her baby every chance at a better life. She couldn’t see that Diana was going after that better life, just in a different way. Mom thought brains and education was everything, but that was a long game. Diana was pretty right now. There were no loans to pay back for her DDs, she didn’t need an internship to get a bubble butt - she already had it.

She and Brad were serious. They’d been together for almost a whole year, and he had it all figured out. He was going to play poker, and they were going to be rich. He had a system, which he had explained to her a few times, but it didn’t matter, as long as he won. And he did win. That was how he got into this tournament. After this, it was going to be Vegas, Aruba, Macau, Monte Carlo. She wasn’t exactly sure where some of those places were, but there was no way she would let boyfriend travel the world, playing high stakes poker games, while she stayed home, studying for an Accounting midterm at Buttfuck Egypt Community College.

Mom didn’t get it, and so Diana had moved in with Brad, and now it was finally about to start happening. There was a million dollars on the table tonight, and Brad was ready. She was here to be his good luck charm, and to make sure he didn’t end up spending his winnings on some skank that hung around the casino. She made sure she looked good, from her stiletto heels to her low cut minidress, to the pussy-pink lipstick and the glittering diamelle earrings she wore.

As it turned out, watching poker was boring af. Hours of watching them sitting around a table. The big screen over the table showed the cards, the bets, the balance each player had. She understood that Brad was winning - or at least not losing. She watched the other players - the losers, stand up slow, trudging down the long aisle towards the exit. She tried to feel for them, but each one was one step closer to Brad winning, and she couldn’t feel that bad about it.

Something was happening, she realized, when the whole room gasped at once. She stared down at Brad, but he was keeping his cool, playing with his cards. The screen showed the bet, in the thousands now, and then Brad smiled, and pushed everything into the middle. Another gasp. There were two other players left, and when they called, the screen showed the pot for this one hand at over sixty grand. She held her breath. The players turned over their cards, and Brad’s shoulders slumped.
The woman across from him started raking the chips over, and people around her were cheering. Then Brad stood up, and started walking down the aisle towards her.

She couldn’t believe it.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said, grabbing her arm, and she stood, grabbing her purse, and hurried alongside him.

“It’ll be ok, baby,” she said. “You’ll get ‘em next time.”

He grunted.

“I know what will cheer you up,” she whispered in his ear. There was one thing that always cheered him up, and even though she sometimes had a sore throat after, she knew tonight, he needed something special. Maybe she’d even do it in the parking lot.

She was thinking about it when he stopped. There were two goons in the way.

"Bobby Joe wants to see you. Seems you and your honey here has lost a lot of his money."

Brad turned, but before he could say anything one of the men said, "Oh no man ..... she coming along with you."

"Are you ok babe," he said, seeing a bit of fear in her eyes.

“I don’t know, honey,” she mumbled. The men were a little scary, yes, but the thing that was really messing with her was Brad. He wasn’t even trying to protect her. It was like he’d given up. “Who’s Bobby Joe? What’s going on?”

The two men led them down a hall, not roughly, but clearly not taking no for an answer.

“Brad?” Diana whispered, fear unmistakable in her voice now.

 

[Rocket1010]

Brad sensed fear in Diana's voice when she asked who Bobby Joe was and what was going on. He tired to calm her fears. "He's the man I borrowed money from so I could get in the game." He saw her look, knowing it was the first time she had heard of him borrowing money. He had been very careful in the past not to tell her he borrowed money every so ofter from his bookie, Bobby Joe. He also knew the two burly men had orders to bring him and his girlfriend to his office and there was no way they were going to just let them walk out the door.

"It's alright honey," he whispered as they approached the office with Bobby Joe's name well displayed on the ornate door. He had been to his office in the past when he either borrowed money or paid him back with interest. And now that he lost eight grand of his money, he was sure he wanted an explanation on how he was going to pay it back. One of the burly men knocked on the door and then opened it, announcing the young couple were here.

Robert Joseph Pickens aka Bobby Joe Pickens sat in his office looking at the monitors of the action on the casino floor. He had changed his name after college when he got into the bookie business. Bobby Joe sounded more ominious than Robert Joseph to the men he had to deal with in the business.

He smiled at the young couple from behind his large oak desk, noticing Brad had a smile but his girlfriend's face showed confusion and fear. He saw her eyes dart around the room filled with monitors of the casino floor. He saw her large double D breasts pressing against the soft fabric of her top and noted she wore a tight mini-dress. She looked every bit like a tasty morsel that he would love to get his hands on. Smiling broadly he said, "Please have a seat," he said motioning to the two leather chairs in front of the desk.

Taking a puff on his cigar, he blew out a blue cloud as he addressed them. "Brad I watched your game and you played very well but you didn't pick up on the young woman's tell." When he saw the confused look on his face, Bobby Joe said, "every hand when she had good cards, she twisted her ring on her finger. Too bad you didn't catch that or you might still be at the table."

Bobby Joe turned his attention to Diana. "Who's this young woman you have with you today? I don't remember her being with you in the past."

Brad blinked and looked at Diana who seemed to be trying to understand what the hell was happening. "Her name is Diana and she is my girlfriend and she was here to give me support."

"Nice to meet you Diana. I wish we could have met under better circumstances but I have some serious business to discuss with your boyfriend." He smiled at her and ignored her response, instead turning his attention to Brad.

As he looked at Brad, he couldn't help but notice Diana's well developed chest and an idea began to formulate in his head. "Brad I'm disappointed with you. I really had a good feeling about you but now I have to face the fact you owe me eight grand." He saw Diana's eyes narrow and he knew Brad had kept it a secret from her.

"I can pay you back," Brad barked quickly.

"Oh and just how do you plan to do that. I know you don't have it and it's going to take a long time for you to gamble your way through the low level poker games you play."

"Just give me some time Bobby Joe and I'll make it right with you."

Bobby Joe took another puff on his cigar and looked at Diana. "Maybe your sugar baby here is flush with cash. What do you say honey ..... do you have enough money to pay off your boyfriend's debt?" His voice was tinged with anger as he took another puff and blew the smoke at her seeing her glance at the two burly men. He knew she was intimadated with the situation she was in.

He looked at her breasts heaving up and down with each breath. What treat it would be to have her working for him at the Silver Slipper Club where his patrons could enjoy seeing her. But he didn't say a word as he waited for her to answer his question.

 

[charitybimbo]

“Borrowed money?” Diana hissed at Brad as they were led out of the main floor of the casino, into the behind the scenes corridors that were not full of flashing lights and brilliant graphics. “You can’t borrow money for a poker game!”

She had been taking business classes before she dropped out, and she was pretty sure no bank would let him borrow money for something like a poker game. He must be confused, she told herself. But when they went through the big door into the big office that stank of cigar smoke, she realized he hadn’t borrowed money from a bank. He had borrowed money from this guy.

He was a creepy old guy who didn’t even pretend not to be staring at her tits. She wished she had a jacket, or a burqa, but she didn’t even have a tissue to cover herself with. She looked anywhere but at him as he invited them to sit. The office screamed big shot. The desk was enormous, the leather chairs were deep and soft. One wall was covered with monitors that showed the casino from a hundred angles.

When he started talking to Brad, she risked a look his way. God, he was creepy. He was a thug. He was plainly a gangster. That suit didn’t hide the burly strength of his shoulders, or the scarred, calloused hands. He was a goon, a gangster. He probably killed people. That thought sent a shiver through her. How could Brad have borrowed money from this guy? And now she had gotten dragged in, and he was staring at her tits again. And worse, her nipples were stiff.

Eight grand, he said, and his eyes were undressing her. She squeezed her thighs together. She was scared, not horny. There was nothing arousing about this. It was just that being scared and excited sometimes felt alike. Brad was telling the guy he would pay her back, but BillyRay or JimmyJon or whatever this goon’s name was wasn’t having it. Eight thousand dollars.

Brad was sweet talking him, using the same tone he used with her. The tone that always made her melt. No matter how badly Brad screwed up, he just turned on that charm and she’d end up with his dick in her. Maybe that was what was making her horny, she thought. It had to be that.

Then the goon looked at her again, and she shivered. He was asking if she had the money.

“Me?” she laughed, breathlessly. “I don’t… No. This… I didn’t borrow… I don’t have any money….”

She stared at the man, wide-eyed, lips trembling. This wasn’t fair! It wasn’t her problem! She didn’t borrow any money! And she didn’t have anything. Since she’d moved in with Brad, she’d let him take care of everything. She would have to go home, and listen to her Mom saying “I told you so,” for however long it took her to finish college.

Her eyes started to fill with tears.

 

[Rocket1010]

Bobby Joe knew the young blonde woman sitting in the lush leather chair didn't have the money when he asked her. He chuckled when she tried to laugh it off, saying nervously that she didn't have it and she didn't borrow it and then saying she didn't have the money again as if to emphaize the point. He saw her hands clasp together, her body shifting in the leather chair, her lips trembling, and he knew she was becoming uncomfortable. He had her right where he wanted her and in fact he had Brad right where he wanted him too.

Brad remained slient as Bobby Joe took another puff on his cigar, knowing all too well that pose. He had borrowed money from him in the past and the bookie had always let him pay it off as he won more money. He thought they had a good friendly relationship but now he sensed this time was different. The way Bobby Joe leered at Diana as if undressing her made him uncomfortable. What the fuck was he thinking? What the fuck was Bobby Joe going to do about the eight grand? Glancing over at his girlfriend, he saw her eyes fill with tears and instantly regretted having her find out about how he borrowed money from the bookie.

Brad shifted in his chair and tried to use all the charm he could muster. "Bobby Joe you know we have history." He glanced at Diana seeing daggers in her eyes. "You know I'm good for it ..... hell when have I ever defalted on paying you back?"

Bobby Joe took another drag on the cigar and smiled as the large plume of blue smoke swirled in the air. He looked at Brad and then at Diana imagining her with no clothes on. He bet her nipples were just ripe for sucking and nipping at with his teeth. But anything to do with her would have to wait as he felt a surge in his loins, turning his attention back to Brad.

"You're right Brad you have paid off your debts in the past." He knocked off some ashes into a glass ashtray and smiled. "But Brad you've never been in this deep ...... the most you've owned me is about a thousand and I was patient letting you take a few months to pay it back with interest. I just don't think you can pay me back as quickly as I want ..... with interest of course."

"I promise I can pay you back ...... with interest ......." his voice trailed off looking down at the thick carpeting and then over to Diana, seeing her staring at him before he looked back at his bookie.

"I'll tell you what Brad, just to show you I'm an understanding guy with a heart," he said pulling another drag on the cigar and slowly letting the smoke out of his mouth. "There are certain ways to deal with you. One .... I have my boys here take you and your gal out back and kick the shit out of you ..... maybe break your arms." Bobby Joe hesitates for a moment and adds, "but that doesn't solve the problem with me getting my money back."

Taking another drag, he smiles as the smoke curls around his head. "Or you and your gal can work for me until your debt is paid .... with interest of course."

Brad's mouth opens, not sure he heard him right. "come work of you? Both of us?"

"Yea .... I own an entertainment club and I had a waitress quit. If you're willing to do some business I have with certain clients and your gal is willing to work for me until your debt is paid off .... I think it's an equateable deal. What do you thiink .... the first alternative or the second."

He didn't know if they knew his club was an adult gentleman's club. It didn't matter to him. He looked at Diana and smiled thinking how she as a waitress would wear next to nothing while serving drinks to men who like to touch the merchandise. As he waited for Brad to speak, he had another thought of her up on stage thrilling the patrons with her nice tits and excellent body.

Brad felt perspiration on his forehead knowing he didn't have much of a choice unless he wanted his arms broken. He turned to Diana, giving her a smile that he loved to give when he wanted something. "What do you think babe ..... It would only be for a little while until we are back on our feet?"

 

[charitybimbo]

Diana watched Brad try to sweet talk his way out of this, and she watched the old goon smoking his cigar, halfway listening, leering at her like he was a hungry dog and she was a prime steak. She was actually relieved when he shut Brad up, because it was plain as day that things weren’t going to go the way Brad thought, and his cocky attitude just made him look dumb.

Her relief only lasted a second, though. She just about lost her shit when Bobby Joe talked about having his goons break their arms. She started to stand, until he said that it didn’t solve the problem of the money. She nodded, broken arms would make it harder for them to pay him back. The way he was looking at her, though, she wasn’t sure that alternative was going to be any better. When he suggested that she work for him, she was ready to be sick, until he mentioned a waitress quitting.

She held her breath, staring at him. That was all he wanted? Her to wait tables in some club? She relaxed, almost laughing with relief. It wasn’t what she had been imagining when she dropped out of college to be Brad’s girl, but it was better than getting her arms broken. And it was only temporary.

As if he read her mind, Brad said the same thing. Just til they were back on their feet. He gave her that smile and she felt her pussy clench. It was unfair how cute he was.

“You owe me,” she said to him, trying to sound hard and angry, but even she knew she just sounded horny. She blushed as she glanced at Bobby Joe.

“Yeah, fine,” she said, impatient to be done with him, now that he’d finished doing his big tough guy act. He didn’t have to scare them like that, she thought. He didn’t have to look at her like that, either, but fuck it. Let him dream. He was never going to get his hands on her, even if she did have to work in his shitty little club for a few weeks.

She stood up, head up, shoulders back, aiming for defiant, not really thinking how the posture and the dress made her look like she was flaunting her body. Bobby Joe could see she’d do just fine at the club, on stage or waiting tables.

“Just text Brad the address and the schedule, and I’ll be there, OK?” Then she looked at Brad. That little shit. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

 

[Rocket1010]

Brad felt a little relief when Diana told him he owed her, knowing she accepted Bobby Joe's offer to be a waitress for a little while until the debt was paid off. He knew she was scared and liked seeing her put on her hard ass look staring at the bookie who was leering openly at her tits. He had seen that look before when she was mad at him which usually ended with them wildly fucking. But this was different, she was talking to a man who really would break their arms or worse.

Brad saw the way Bobby Joe stared at her rising and falling chest with each breath. Did he think he was going to get a piece of ass now that she accepted his waitress offer? Or was he just leering at her to get a reaction from her. If it was to get a reaction, he got it, seeing her face flush red. Brad was about to say something when Diana stood, pushing her chest out as if to say, you can look all you want bastard but you ain't getting any of these nice titties.

Bobby Joe smiled at her ignorance of what she was about to walk into. It was clear both Brad and Diana didn't know about the club but they were soon to learn. He felt another surge of lust in his cock seeing her pushing her chest out and telling him to text Brad with the particulars.

The bookie smiled and chuckled seeing Brad's reaction to his girlfriend's outburst. It was pretty clear to him she had Brad right where she wanted him. To him, Brad looked a little relieved and a bit sheepish when he stood and linked his arm to hers. He could see the relief on both their faces, knowing they averted a disasterous ending.

"Yeah let's get out of this place babe," Brad said trying to act like a tough ass. Then as if it was an afterthought, he asked, "Bobby Joe .... how much are we being paid and ...... (nervously) .... and how long are we indebted to you."

Bobby Joe chuckled and looked at his two henchmen. "Well ...... first off we need to see how your gal works out with the customers. If she does good and gets a lot of tips, it won't take too long." He takes a deep drag on his cigar, seeing her eyes on him like a hawk. "But if she fucks up it could take a longer time," he added as he talked while smoke escaped his mouth.

He saw the concern on their faces and then speaking to Brad, added, "And you my bright card shark. If you do good at the games I set up with some special clients it won't take long but the same goes for you ..... fuck up and well who knows how long."

Brad felt Diana's arm stiffen and knew she was about to say something. But he blurted out. "Text me the info and we'll be there." Looking at the angry look on Diana's face, he said, "Come on babe ..... let's leave."

Brad could feel Diana's anger as they left the casino, too pissed to say anything but he knew he was in for an earful when they got to car. He purposely held the door for her and once she was seated he leaned in and stared into her bright blue shimmering eyes. In a sweet melodic tone that he knew she liked to hear and knew it would go a long way to soothe her ruffled feathers, he said, "Thanks for helping me out of a jam babe. You're right .... I owe you big time and I plan to make it up to you."

He thought he saw a softening in her eyes and then quickly his lips touched hers and then pressed hard while his hand slipped over her breasts, squeezing them, knowing she liked it no matter where they were. As he tongue slipped between her lips he wondered if she was going to accept his apology or slap him.

 

[charitybimbo]

The greasy old cigar-smoking fuck behind his desk smirked at Diana, still undressing her with his eyes. She glared, and he had the nerve to laugh. Before she could say anything more, though, Brad grabbed her by the arm. Sure, he made it look like he was being a gentleman, escorting her, but she knew he was just trying to shut her up before she said something to piss this old creep off.

She glared at Brad, as he tried to act like he was somehow calling the shots. Then, instead of walking out with what little dignity he had left, Brad turned back to Bobby Joe, to ask about the particulars. She clenched her teeth as he lost whatever ground they had, mumbling.

Bobby Joe obviously saw it for what it was, too. Complete surrender. He laughed again, and then started saying they’d have to see… if she would get tips. As if that was even a question. Guys tipped better the hotter their waitress was, and she knew she was scorching. They’d be falling over themselves, throwing money around to impress her. She knew it, and Bobby Joe damn well knew it.

Only Brad didn’t seem to get it. She saw the look in his eye when Bobby Joe talked about special clients. She started to say no, she didn’t want this greaseball setting up any more fucking games.

“Text me the info and we’ll be there,” Brad said, and she wanted to scream. “Come on babe… let’s leave.” Maybe there was nothing else he could say to make the situation worse.

As they left, she swung her ass, let Greaseball Pickens get a good look at what he was never going to touch. Let his goons drool over something they’d never get their hands on. She hoped they all got good and hard, thinking about her. Brad led her to his car, and opened the dor for her like some kind of smoothie. Clearly, he knew he fucked up.

Then he thanked her. He confirmed that she owed him. She was going to make sure he paid her back for every miserable second she wasted at that motherfucks shitty little club. Before she could answer him, he leaned down through the window and kissed her. Fear, anger, lust, they all feel about the same. Her heart was pounding, her nerves were electrified, her mind was on fire. All it took was a kiss to redirect all that feeling.

He reached down and rubbed her breast. The strap of her dress slipped off her shoulder and his fingers teased her stiff nipple.

“You’re damn right you’re going to make it up to me,” she whispered, when he pulled back. She glanced down at his cock. “You’re going to start right now.”

She opened the car door and got out.

“Get in the back seat,” she hissed.

 

[Rocket1010]

They had been dating long enough that Brad knew Diana sometimes had a short fuse. She was still highly pissed off at Bobby Joe and his goons and she still mighty pissed that he, Brad Owens, fucked up. She told him he owed her big time and knew she would find a way to make him pay dearly. But Brad also knew she had a soft spot when it came to sex.

Brad knew that on the surface she acted like a hard ass cold and calculating but underneath, there were buttons, that when pushed, brought out her love for sex. Over time he found them and knew exactly what buttons to push. This time all it took was eating humble pie, telling her he owed her big time. And then kissing her while his hand found and rubbed a nice hard nipple. The spears of anger shooting from her eyes were still piercing him when she ordered him to the back seat.

Public sex was nothing new to them. When the urge to satisfy their lust, no place was really safe from prying eyes. Once, after a concert, the urge was so great that they fucked as patrons of the show walked by and some of them stopping to watch. And now in the packed parking lot of the casino, the sexual urge was on full display.

Climbing into the back seat, he saw her determination to satisfy her the sexual hunger as she sat on his lap. Wrapping his arms around her, he welcomed her hands grabbing his head and her lips pressing urgently on his. The kiss was filled with urgent want and need while her hips gyrated on his lap. His hands slipped down and under the short mini-dress, squeezing her tight ass, helping her to make his cock grow longer and harder in his trousers.

He helped her hips slide back and forth as the kiss broke and they were both breathing hard. "Feel that baby ..... that nice hard cock .....it is just for you honey." Sliding sideways he half laid on the seat. "Come on baby .... get it out .... you know you want it to come out and play."

 

[charitybimbo]

Diana climbed into the back of the car, over Brad, and he slipped his hands under her dress. It annoyed her that he was still so fucking sure of himself that he was just going for it like it was a regular day and they were just horny and getting it on. But the great thing about Brad was that he got hard at the drop of a hat. By the time she was pressing her pussy against his crotch, there was already a tentpole pushing at his jeans.

Then he spoke, so fucking sure of her that she almost stopped. He needed a fucking wake up call, but not as much as she needed dick.

She reached between them to squeeze him as he groped her ass. They kissed hard and sloppy, so hot for each other that control was slipping away fast. She fumbled his pants open, reached in, gripped his cock and eased it free of his clothes. She held him with her thumb and pinky while she pulled her panties aside with her other fingers.

There was a little shifting, adjusting, and then she had him there, and she rocked back. She was so wet, he slid in, balls-deep, in one easy stroke. She bit back a scream of pleasure, and froze. She flexed on his cock, and shivered with excitement. But she pushed herself up, looking him in the eye. Yeah, she was the horny girl he loved, but she was still fucking pissed. She glared.

“Don’t you dare cum,” she hissed. Her hips ground, working the length of him in and out slowly as she spoke. God, it felt so good to have him in her. “You don’t deserve it. You don’t deserve me. You just thank your lucky stars I like your cock more than I’m pissed at you right now. And you fucking hold it until I say you can cum.”

 

[Rocket1010]

As she fished out his hard cock, Brad knew she was still pissed about his losing the Texas Holdem money and having an encounter with his bookie, Bobby Joe. But he also knew that when she was pissed, she liked to be bossy, the way she was now in the back seat of the car.

He couldn't believe how wet she was when she positioned herself over his hard thick cock and slid down his pole until he as totally inside. The temperature of the cunt was scorching hot and he let out a moan as the heat penetrated his cock. He felt her body shiver with excitement as her hips began to undulate on his cock. But when she pushed herself up so only the engorged crown was captured inside her hot pussy and looked him square in the eye, he knew what was coming.

She demanded he not cum as her hips began to dance on his cock. He could see her blue eyes shimmering, knowing she loved his cock inside her. It was like from day one whether she was happy, sad, mad, or very angry, he knew she liked his cock nestled deep inside her hot pussy.

"I .. ah ...... I ..... ah ..... know ..... I don't deserve you or your pussy baby," he gasped feeling her tight pussy muscles squeezing his cock. His hips moved upward with each downward thrust of her hips, breathing heavier, he moaned, "I do thank my lucky stars you like my cock."

Pulling the top of her dress off her shoulders exposed her large breasts and felt a shudder course through him seeing the rigid nipples pointing at him. Grabbing as much of the soft flesh as he could, he massaged them and then captured the hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

He knew her nipples were sensitive and smiled "I promise not to cum until you tell me," he feeling her hips grind hard on his cock causing him to grunt as his lips captured a hard pebble. Holding her soft flesh, his tongue circled and then licked at the extended nipple.

He loved hearing her moan when he teased her nipples and when he was done with one, he buried his face in the deep valley between the mounds, pushing her tits together as if to suffocate himself. Kissing and licking his way to the other pebble, his lips and tongue relieved the fingers toying with it.

But her hips seemed to be on a different mission, grinding on his lap and soon he found himself becoming more aroused and feeling an orgasm looming. He was able to hold off for now but for how long, he didn't know. "Ohhhh god baby you tits and pussy are so special ..... I could fuck you all day." Somehow he didn't think it was the right thing to say, seeing the anger still present in her eyes along with lustful passion.

 

[charitybimbo]

Diana was usually a sweet and sensual lover, usually let the hard sex happen when Brad was in control. Tonight, she twisted her hips like she was trying to rip his cock off, and dropped down hard. It felt so good, she kept thinking she was there. Then she would remember what he had done, the situation he had put her in, the creepy thug he had brought into her life by being too stupid to read the other players.

He kept talking about how good he was, how he was going to be rich, living in unimaginable luxury as an international poker star. And she ate it up. She believed every word, and now she was going to spend the next however long waiting tables in some gangster’s shithole nightclub because of what he’d done.

And then she would lose it. That blissful release would fade away and leave her craving, but unable to cum.

Brad, meanwhile, was having fun with her tits. Any other night, she could practically cum from him licking her nipples, but tonight it was just annoying her. She fucked him harder than ever, but the orgasm she was chasing was a ghost, teasing her, but impossible to get ahold of.

“Ooooh god baby you tits and pussy are so special …. I could fuck you all day,” he moaned, and she stopped. He was balls deep, and she was panting, wheezing for breath, shivering with need and frustration.

And he was giving her the same old shit, the sweet, empty bullshit he gave her every time they fucked. As if nothing was wrong. She looked at him, and she wanted so badly to forget about what had happened. She wanted to get lost in his kisses and his touch, cum all over that beautiful cock and look into his sweet eyes and believe they were on their way to the good life.

But the truth was, they were screwed, and no amount of cock would change the fact that her escape from a dull life had turned into a trap. The only reason she was even in the car was because she didn’t want to spend the money to take a cab home.

She started rocking again, sliding him in and out, taking the whole length of his dick. She was glaring at him, fucking him just how he liked it, going faster now… She wasn’t going to cum, but if she could make him cum, if she could make him break his promise… it wouldn’t change anything. It would just be another predictable disappointment.

 

[Rocket1010]

Brad was surprised when Diana stopped after he told her he loved her tits and could fuck her all day. Normally when he said things like that, she would moan her appreciation. But this time it was so different. She was full of his cock but her eyes told him she was still highly pissed at him.

The moment seemed to last a lot longer than he remembered in the past when she was pissed. His words usually comforted her and he loved it when she came hard on his cock. But now her eyes seemed to be ablaze with sometthing more sinister.

He moaned when she suddenly started to move up and down on his cock harder, faster. It was as if she was trying to get him to cum without any feeling on her part. "Ugggg ..... mmmmm yessss baby .... I love it when you fuck me hard." His hands grabbed her fleshy tits, squeezing and pulling one hard nipple to his lips to suck and nibble on. He heard her grunting and figured she was winding up just like she did all the time.

"I ... ah ..... I promise you honey .... things are going to get better ..... we'll be on easy street in no time." He was breathing hard and his words didn't seem to make any difference to her. She just stared at him with an evil stare as her hips danced hard on his thick long cock that he knew she loved.

But it was apparent she was not going to enjoy this ride as his desire to cum rose to threatening levels. "Fuck baby," he said breathlessly ...... "I can't hold back baby .... please tell me I can cum in your wonderful tight gorgeous pussy." He was panting hard and so was she but he got no response, just an icy glare. "come on baby .... tell me ..... tell me please," he pleaded feeling his cock begin to throb uncontrollably inside her tight hot cunt. But there was again no response and as his cock began to spurt his seed deep into her, he saw a look of pure satisfaction on her face. He knew he was in deep shit.

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While Brad was unable to control his orgasm Bobby Joe and his two henchmen were smiling in his office. "What do you boys think about the blonde working for me?"

"Boss I think she is going to do very well. She's got a body that the patrons are going to love." said one burly man.

"Yeah boss, she's definitely got the goods. I can see her making a lot of money for the club. If you ever get her on stage, i definitely will have a front row seat."

The three men laughed and then Bobby Joe told them. "I'll contact the club and we'll get her started as soon as possible. The boys are going to droul over her body." Bobby Joe puffed on his cigar thinking about Diana working for him as a waitress but that was not the only thing she was going to be doing for him and the club.

 

[charitybimbo]

Brad begged, and Diana clenched her teeth, trying to hold back her anger and her tears. He had done God knows what damage to their situation, and all it took was a pussy for him to forget everything but getting his rocks off. How could he be so stupid? How could she be so stupid? To drop out of college, to risk her future on a sweet-talking gambler? Now she would pay the price, working for that scumbag, too pissed off even to cum.

When she saw his O face, she started fucking him even harder. His cock swelled, and twitched. Sometimes that was enough to push her over the edge, and a part of her hoped, prayed that maybe if she could just cum with him, it would be enough. But as he started to spurt, she knew it wasn't. It wasn't going to be enough to make her cum. It wasn't going to be enough for him to forgive him for landing her in this mess.

Which made her wonder what exactly she was getting out of being with him. This morning, it was a free ride and hot sex. Tomorrow, she was going to be paying for sex she wasn't even enjoying. And he was nutting in her like everything was just fine. He hadn't even finished when she slipped off his cock. She straightened her dress and got out of the backseat.

"Let's just get out of here," she said, her voice choked, holding back tears of disgust. All she could see was that slimeball's face, leering at her, telling her she was going to work at his club, "if she does good and gets a lot of tips..." like she wasn't even there. He'd fucking see.

 

[Rocket1010]

Brad was breathing hard, surprised Diana didn't cum hard like she usually did. He got an additional surprise when she abrutly pulled off his cock while he was still spurting. The remaining sperm, splattered on his jeans while she straightened her dress and began to get out of the car.

She was barely out of the vehicle calling to him in a huffy tone, "Let's just get out of here." He heard her voice cracking and he swore she was holding back some tears. Bobby Joe must still be on her mind and the way she looked at him with an icy stare could only mean she was still pissed.
The ride back to the apartment was done in cold stone silence. Brad understood why she would be pissed because he borrowed money from his bookie. In the past he had told her he borrowed money from him but he was sure she never listened because he always won enough to keep her happy with clothes and jewelry.

When they arrived at the condo they called an apartment, he knew he needed to set things right with her. He thought of her behaviour in the back seat which was not her normal self. She was normally on the more submissive side and every so often she showed a side of her that was more dominant. He was pretty sure, her being pissed at having to work at Bobby Joe's club set her off and she felt like she got broadsided.

She still had a scowl on her face when he told her, "sit down, we need to have a talk." She seemed to resist but he pushed her onto the sofa and then sat next to her with his arm on the back of the sofa behind her. "Listen Diana, I know your pissed at me and I don't blame you. I made a mental error this morning. I never intended to have you help pay off my debt but it seems Bobby Joe has other ideas."

Her icy stare continued to stab him as he tried to calm her fears. "In all the time we've dated I have supported you so you don't have to work. You buy nice clothes and jewelry with the money I've made gambling. You haven't wanted for anything (sweeping his arm) and look we have a nice spacious condo to live in and not some lowly dump."

He looked her directly in her eyes hoping to see a softening to her anger. "I know this gig we have to do is temporary and I'm sorry you got drawn into it. I'm sure it won't be so bad and I have a feeling Bobby Joe will be be at the club. I know he has a lot to do with running his casino and other businesses."

He stroked her cheek, and moved a tuft of blonde hair off her cheek. "I'm asking for your forgiveness and I'm not going to beg. I love you and want you to be happy." He held his breath for a moment, waiting for her response hoping she cooled off from her anger.

 

[charitybimbo]

Diana sat stewing in the car as Brad drove them home. He didn’t say anything about the debt, or the sex they had just had, or any of it. He just drove and she stared straight ahead, trying to figure out what was happening. She was angry with him, but they’d had fights before and all it ever took was a good fuck to get them back on track, but this was different. She kept feeling Bobby Joe’s eyes on her, almost as if it was his hands, stripping her, touching her, invading her.

She couldn’t get it out of her head. When they got home, he let her in, and then he told her they needed to have a talk. She started to brush past him, but he pushed her down on the sofa, and then he sat beside her. She crossed her arms and clenched her jaw, for all the world like an angry teenager. When he spoke, he said the right things. He admitted he made a mistake. He said he didn’t blame her for being angry.

Then he reminded her of the good things he had given her, the life that she really had been lucky to have, and she felt herself starting to soften. That made the feeling inside her worse, somehow. He had never really asked her for anything in the time they had been together, except to look hot and fuck like a bunny, both of which she was more than happy to do.

When he said that Bobby Joe would be at the club, though, something snapped inside her. Tears started spilling down her face. For a moment, she didn’t know why. Then she understood it. That sick, black feeling in her belly, her anger, her inability to cum. Now she was crying. As he brushed her hair back, she leaned into him and let it out. For a minute, she just sobbed, nuzzling against him for comfort, soaking his shirt.

“He scares me,” she said, her voice thick. She sniffled and sat up, turning away.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, ashamed of herself. “Let me fix my makeup.”

 

[Rocket1010]

They had arguments in the past but nothing like this. Brad saw that the bookie scum bag was the root cause of her anger. Yeah, he knew it was his fault for losing at the tournament and she was pissed as hell for him losing a lot of money. But he knew that what really got her angry was the way Bobby Joe leered at her like she was just a piece of meat ....... just another person he could control.

Brad was familiar with Bobby Joe's antics from the past and he had made every one of his debts whole. But when the bookie saw the young sexy bombshell on his arm, Brad knew he had him by the balls. Brad thought he was going to work off his debt like he did in the past but evidently Bobby Joe took a liking to Diana. And now she was sobbing uncontrollably in his arms and Brad knew she didn't want to lay eyes on the scum bag again. But what could he do?

When Diana, pulled her head off his shoulder and told him “He scares me,” Brad knew that was at the core of what angered her. She was afraid of what the monster was capable of ..... afraid he was going to want to touch and fondle her and she wanted no part of whatever sick and perverted thing he wanted from her for his sick pleasure.

He was happy she started to calm down and told him she was sorry and wanted to fix her makeup. He looked at how the mascara ran down her cheek, making her look look like some of those football players who paint themselves like warriors before a game. "You look beautiful to me baby." He stroked her cheek and tried to calm her fears of the bookie. "I know you're scared honey and I'll do whatever I can to protect you from him."

He saw her doubtful look but he continued, "Look babe, I know he is more powerful than me and he has men that can make me wish I was never born ..... but I promise you I'll do whatever I can to protect you. I love you and want only what's best for you."

Brad heard his phone chime and looked at it. It was a text from Bobby Joe. "I have made arrangements for you and your gal to meet my managers tomorrow night to start work. Be there at 7 sharp. They will get you both started to pay off your debt. Un frotunately I will not be there to welcome you."

There was a softening look in her tearful eyes knowing Bobby Joe would not be at the club tomorrow. Brad slipped off the sofa and between her thighs. "Well that's good news. We won't have to see the slime bag tomorrow. How about if I start making it up to you with my magical tongue and fingers?" He slipped his hands under the short mini-dress feeling her panties that were still wet from the car sex.

Running the tip of his fingers over her thong, pressing it gently but firmly between the soft lips, he gave her one of his best smiles. "What do you say babe? I know you need to get all that worked up tension out of your body. I can give you whatever you want to make you happy right now ..... anything you want to please you."

 

[charitybimbo]

Just hearing Brad admit that Bobby Joe was bad news was somehow reassuring. In the office, it had seemed like Brad thought he could handle the mobster, and she was terrified that he would do something really stupid. Brad was so smart, but he could be so stupid about things sometimes. Then Bobby Joe texted with a time and announced that he wouldn’t be there.

It was a huge relief. As if he could read her mind, Brad got on the floor between her legs. She shook her head.

“You just got off, like half an hour ago,” she said, but there was no real anger in her voice. She lifted her hips to let him slip her thong off, and parted her legs, baring her smooth, sopping wet pussy. He was right, after all. She needed to get off, and he knew just how to touch her. She lay back on the sofa and let him stroke and lick her worries away.

Except every time she closed her eyes, she saw Bobby Joe leering at her. She shivered with horror, and pleasure, and she watched Brad busily lapping at her pussy. She moaned, and arched her body up. It wasn’t long before her thighs gripped his head and she started humping her pussy against his face.

 

[Rocket1010]

Brad heard what sounded like an exasperated voice, “You just got off, like half an hour ago,” but he knew she loved what he was about to do to her. When she didn't get off in the backseat of the car, he knew the sexual tension would grow until she needed relief. He smiled when she lifted her hips and he eagerly pulled her wet thong off and flipped it away carelessly.

Everytime he gazed at her naked hairless pussy, he felt a surge of lust rush through his body. Kissing the inside of her thighs, he took his time reaching the soft outer lips, flicking his tongue over the very wet skin, tasting her nectar. "Baby you taste so sweet," he said, flicking his tongue between the soft folds to find her aroused clit.

Two fingers joined his tongue. While his tongue teased the love button and made her hips gyrate, his fingers slipped into her tight hole, feeling her strong vaginal muscles squeezing them. Brad knew just how to tease her, making her body dance on the sofa, taking her close and then backing off. He kept it up until her fingers coiled in his hair and pulled his mouth hard onto her pussy.

He loved how she directed his face up and down her wet slit, until he had her on pins and needles. Then just before he knew her thighs would capture his head, he pulled back, seeing the lust in her half-closed eyes. "come on baby .... yeah that's it ..... I want to taste your delicious hot cum .... and I'll treat you to some new clothes for tomorrow."

He heard a growl flow from her lips and knew he said some magic words. Her thighs clamped around his head and for a moment he thought he would sufficate. Her body went into a whole new gear and all he could do was wrap his arms around her thighs and hold on.

His tongue continued to attack her clit as her hips ground hard against his face. And then he felt her body stiffen, her thighs gripping his head like a vice. Her orgasm was just moments away and he was ready to welcome the flow of love juices.

 

[charitybimbo]

It was totally unfair how good at eating her out Brad was. Once he started, Diana melted. Her anger was forgotten, and she was dizzy with sexual pleasure. Then he hit her with her real drug of choice, shopping. For a moment, all the sensible objections flashed through her mind - we can't afford to go shopping, we're already in debt. The trouble was, he started flicking his tongue over her clit and all that just dissolved.

"YES!" she screamed, as the first wave of her orgasm hit her. She started spasming wildly, body thrashing, thighs gripping him in a vicegrip as her pussy thrust furiously against him.

"YEEESSSSSS!" She went limp, collapsing into the couch, and only his arms holding her thighs kept his tongue where it needed to be.

"OH YEAH! OH YEAH! OOOOOOOOHHHHHH YEEEEEEAAAAAAH!" The next convulsion of pleasure racked her body, every muscle tensing, relaxing, again and again, and her juices gushed out as her pussy squeezed.

"YES BOBBY!" she wailed. "YESYESYES!!!"

Her body was shaking, helplessly. She pushed at his forehead weakly.

"Please," she panted. "StOOOOOP!" She shrieked as his tongue hit her oversensitive clit again.

"Stop," she gasped. "It's too much."

She grinned at him, so high on the orgasms that she couldn't even remember what had been wrong.

With every panting breath, the strain of the evening settled down on her. She had barely caught her breath before she started snoring, exhausted, but in a good place.

 

[Rocket1010]

Brad always enjoyed bringing Diana to a rousing climax. He loved how vocal she was and it made their lovemaking that much more intense and exciting. He held her while her body convulsed and rocked on the sofa, her juices coating his face.

Her body was out of control, thrashing about as her thighs held a deathlike grip on his head. In the middle of her verbal outburst, he was surprised to hear her scream at the top of her voice, "YES BOBBY! .......... YESYESYES!!!"

He stopped flicking his tongue for a moment ...... who the fuck is Bobby? She pushed his head away and he looked up into her half-lidded eyes, seeing that faraway look she got when she had a tremendously satisfying orgasm.

Her legs relaxed and he saw her panting on the sofa and then heard a soft sound as if she were asleep. The thought of leaving her on the sofa crossed his mind but the words she uttered during her massive orgasm rang in his ears. Then all the shit she laid on him today about his gambling and his bookie, filled his head.

Standing, he stared down at her crumpled dress half covering her drenched pussy. He gave her a slight tap on the cheek, "wake up Diana ...... (she stirred) ..... come wake up baby ...... (more stirring slightly opening her eyeslids) ....... wake up!!!!!"

When her eyes opened wide, staring at him his voice was deep and a bit menacing, "Who the fuck is Bobby?" Her facial features skewered and he repeated his question ...... "Who the fuck is Bobby? ..... I have you so strung out in your orgasm and you call out someone else's name ....... who is this Bobby? Are you seeing somebody on the side?"

 

[charitybimbo]

Diana woke up to Brad slapping her. OK, maybe not slapping her, but tapping her cheek. She was on the sofa, panties gone, dress around her waist. She smiled, spread her legs. Fuck, she was still tingling. She cocked her head, puzzled. What was he waking her up for so soon after sex that she could still feel it.

She only had a split second to wonder, though. His voice was not happy, horny, let-me-wake-you-up-with-cock Brad. He was serious, scary.

"Who the fuck is Bobby?" he said, his voice low.

Her eyes narrowed and her lips parted in absolute confusion. "Bobby?"

"Who the fuck is Bobby?" he said again, but he didn't stop there. "I have you so strung out in your orgasm and you call out someone else's name ....... who is this Bobby? Are you seeing somebody on the side?"

"I don't know any Bobby!" she said, shocked by his anger and his suspicion. "Why would I see someone on the side?"

For a moment she was just stunned, baffled, confused. Then she was annoyed. How dare he accuse her of cheating on him?

"You know I'm not seeing anyone on the side," she said, and she stared at him. "I don't even know a Bobby."

But then it hit her. She did know a Bobby, and her stomach twisted.

"I know one Bobby," she said. "The one I met tonight. Bobby Joe Pickens or whatever."

She looked at him. She sighed. Of course he was freaked out, if she was saying some other dude's name. And it wasn't helping her any that now she was picturing that creep making her cum. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "You can understand why he's on my mind, right? I wouldn't even know he existed if you hadn't borrowed money from him."

 

[Rocket1010]

Brad watched the confusion set in on her face as she tried to wake up and understand what the hell he was talking about. He waited, getting angrier at her saying, "I don't know any Bobby! ....... Why would I see someone on the side?" Then seeing her get annoyed with his questioning. She tried to convince him, adding, "You know I'm not seeing anyone on the side, ........... I don't even know a Bobby."

He was about to respond to her with a snide comment but then he saw that she remembered something. He listened to her tell him she knew only one Bobby and that was his bookie, Bobby Joe Pickens. It made sense but why would she call out his name unless she was thinking about him. It didn't make sense to Brad. There was no doubt she didn't like the bookie and or did he leave an impression on her.

Then she was saying how sorry she was and hoping he understood why he was on her mind. And that she wouldn't even know him if he, Brad, had not borrowed money from him.

Brad ignored the last comment, knowing she was partially laying the blame on him. "Well it seems he made some kind of impression on you. Maybe it was the way he was staring at you in his office, undressing you with his eyes. Hell maybe he sent some kind of signal that stayed locked in the back of your mind. Hell I don't know."

Sitting next to her, he put his arm around her. "Babe .... I know he freaked you out today and I know you'd never consider having sex with him." He felt her body stiffen at the last comment. "Let's get though this debt and I promise we will never have to deal with him again."

She seemed to relax and he leaned over to kiss her cheek. "Let's get some sleep and tomorrow morning we can go shopping for some new clothes." She didn't know Brad had money set aside in a separate account so he would never run out of money. She trusted him and as far as he was concerned she didn't care about where the money came from as long as she got to go shopping every so often. He knew that shopping was like a drug to her. The more shopping she did, spending his money, the hornier she got.

 

[charitybimbo]

Diana sighed and nuzzled into his embrace.

"I'm just worried about him," she said softly. "Of course i would never think of sex with him, ew!" She laughed at the thought of it.

"I think I've just been worrying about him so much that it just kind of slipped out." She kissed his neck, squirming closer. "You know I'm all yours. It's just we've got such a good thing going I'm scared that asshole is going to screw us up somehow. Please don't let this mess with your head, ok?"

And it seemed like he was ok with it. She lay her head on his chest and closed her eyes.

She was back in Bobby joe's office, but this time she was on her knees, wearing nothing but a pair of heels. He was stroking his cock, looking at her. It was thick and veiny, as ugly as he was, but she couldn't look away.

"Come on and suck it, baby," he said, and he held up a fan of bills.

She shook her head, but he peeled off a hundred.

"Please, baby," Brad said. "I've got a really good hand!"

He held up a handful of cards, but they weren't playing cards. They were all IOUs.

With his free hand, he pushed her head down, and Bobby Joe's cock slid into her mouth. She started bobbing her head, closing her eyes to try to forget whose cock she was sucking.

"Give her a big hand, everybody!" Bobby Joe said, and people started cheering. They weren't in an office, they were on a stage. She looked up to see a stranger looking down at her as she sucked his cock.

Brad was in the front row, on his feet, clapping and cheering.

She sat up, panting, her heart racing. She was in bed, Brad was beside her, fast asleep. She looked at her phone. It was morning, early still, but morning. She was shaking, panting, her heart pounding. It had been a terrible dream, and yet...

She touched herself. God, she was wet. She slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. It only took a few quick strokes of her finger to make herself cum.

By the time Brad woke up, she had worked out, showered, got herself ready for a day at the mall. She grinned at him, knowing he liked how hot she got when he took her shopping as much as she liked the actual shopping. It wasn't that she didn't love sex with him at any time, but when he spent money on her, it put a value on his attraction to her, and there was nothing that made her feel sexier.

 

[Rocket1010]

Brad surly understood her when she said she was worried about him. He had a lot of mistrust for the bookie. While he had always made it right with him, there was always something that made him uneasy. And today, rather than let him pay off his debt, he included Diana. He wondered what was going to happen tomorrow night when they reported to the Silver Slipper.

He listened to her and replied, "I know you’re all mine and yes we’ve got a good thing going and no matter what the asshole does you and I will weather the storm." When she laid her head on his chest, it seemed to calm her down and soon he heard her soft breathing.

Brad didn't move for a long time, listening to Diana's even breathing. He thought about the events of the day and made a determination to make things right with Bobby Joe and get him and Diana out from under his clutches.

Brad woke up slowly and when he stretched out his arm to feel Diana, he was surprised she was gone from the bed. It was he who usually woke up first but this morning she was gone. Looking at the clock on the bedside table, he saw he overslept which was hight unusual for him. Normally he was up first, making coffee before Diana stirred. Walking from the bedroom, he saw her sitting at the kitchen table, dressed and ready for the day.

He smiled, seeing her grinning and knew she was ready for a day of shopping. "Hey babes .... you're up early. Let me get ready and we'll get some breakfast and head to the mall. The excitement in her face was unmistakable.

As he showered he grinned knowing she loved shopping, trying on sexy outfits and underwear for him. It was like an aphrodisiac t her. The more she shopped for sexy clothes the more it seemed to turn her on. As he dressed he thought visting one of Diana's favorite stores Victoria's Secrets where she loved to spend a lot of time and money.

Returning to the kitchen, he gave her a kiss. "Ready to go. There's a nice little restaurant on the way to the mall. We can grab something to eat before we go shopping."