The Gambling Debt (closed for Yeishia and myself)

[Homerun2611]

This thread is based on the original Gambling Debt, with Yeishia and I recasting the characters and the evolution of their relationship. The thread will have heavy BDSM themes, but explore more the romantic and nurturing aspects of the D/S relationship. We hope our readers enjoy!

 

[yeishia]

Down the rabbit hole: Part 1

Andelique was taking a well deserved break from her job at the local pub. Tucked into a small alcove behind the bar her mind was a million miles away. Today she had flown way to some exotic place where she was a beyond boarders doctor striving to save her latest patient. Although more and more of late she’d find herself dancing for some dark-haired Sheik in a sultry velvet draped tent somewhere equally compelling. A discordant clang from the huge brass cow bell which hung over the well polished wooden bar brought her back to reality, she sighed her expressive hazel eyes darkening to the deepest of greens in response. “Angie lass you’re back on board! We’re busy tonight so move your lovey arse!” Angelique cringed hating the way Finnegan abused her name, but he was her boss and so Angie it was!

She been adopted at the tender age of 6 months. Her adopted parents Maxine and Ronald Westward had considered her an angel heaven sent, hence her fanciful name. It was a name she loved, it spoke of another life, another world, one she simply didn’t have except within the confines of her fertile mind. Angelique had always felt like a changing, one that had been dumped into a nest in which she didn’t entirely belong. Growing up she had always felt that way even though her adoptive parents had doted on her like she was a precious china doll. She wrestled often with her guilty feelings of wanting something more exotic. The young girl giggled at her fanciful thoughts as she smoothed down the apron covering her hip hugging blue jeans as she stood up to head behind the bar. She had a good life and she knew that. “I am the luckiest of girls,” she told herself smiling sunnily.

Angelique had felt even more of an alien when she first started at the bar her dad had suddenly insisted she get a job in as she turned 18. “I’ve found you the perfect job, it’s close enough so you can even walk home when you're done.” He had taken her hands in his, his eyes earnest as they looked sincerely into hers. “If you're to go to that fancy doctor place we’re all going to have to pitch in. Work hard and it should only take a couple of years. I spoke to them and they will hold your application.” He’d pulled her close. “You're my clever girl, I’m so proud of you!” The doctor idea was her dad’s dream and she desperately wanted him to be proud of her and so had dutifully followed his lead.This is why she’d been surprised that he’d wanted to postpone her university, it just didn’t make sense.

Her thoughts turned to her beloved mom, she’d been another entity entirely, she’d listened to her daughter and happily fed her true passion…her love of dance. In reality Angelique was a romantic dreamer who just happened to have the agile mind of as scholar coupled with an eidetic memory. Thankfully her school work came easily allowing her mother to spirit her secretly to dance classes and recitals with no cost to her grades. Angelique had used the little free time she did have to get lost in books which took her to the places she really longed to be. This job had put firm stop to her dance classes, yet truth be told she was enjoying her time here it hadn’t been any thing like she’d imagined it would.

A glass banged down I front of her.

“Gorgeous I’ll have another pint,” Angelique smiled up at the man who had spoken .” Coming right up Pete.” Minutes later he had his pint in front of him and she had her peace back for a second or so. The bar was hoping tonight as it filled with up quickly with exuberant, soon to be half-drunk men, who kept her on her toes for the rest of the evening.

Finnegan lounged in his habitual spot at one end of his bar watching his barmaid do her job. It wasn’t necessary to oversee her work she had turned into consummate professional in the 6 short months she’s worked there. Truth be told he enjoyed the view immensely, she was sexy as sin even in the jeans and baggy top she was wearing. The fact she was totally unaware made her allure even stronger.

Ronald her father was his best mate and had persuaded him to hire her against his better judgment. “I’ll take a look,” he had told him, “bring her in on Sunday and we’ll see.”

He still remembered the day her dad had pushed her through the creaky old Oakan door of his pub.

He’d probably never ever forget!

He was lounging exactly where he was now...

As he took her in he had suddenly found himself sporting a huge erection which pressed insistently into the seem of his well-worn jeans. “Fuck!”he's been so surprised that he almost shot his load right there and then! “Damn it!” That hadn’t happened since he’d been a randy teenager! Luckily he’d been holding a fresh apron in one hand or he’d have been up shits creek. Finn had to physically stop himself from salivating.

Sensuality! It oozed from her every pore, it was a living tactile thing.

As she hesitantly approached him his eyes had narrowed as he had struggled for coherence forcing his gaze from her tits to her face as he took a step forwards to bridge the gap between them. The palest pair of green eyes had locked with his. All he could see in them was pure innocence radiating from within their beautiful depths. He had no clue what she was wearing but she had eyes designed to swim in. Where the fuck had that thought come from...how had HE suddenly become a bloody poet! Finn had instinctively pressed his bulk backwards until he once more felt the comfort of the wall behind him.

Luckily that brief swim in those divine pools was like being doused with ice cold water, suddenly he could breathe again and her spell was broken! Fucking hell she was a bloody witch he'd thought cringing.

Fuck! this girl didn’t belong in his seedy bar! How the hell could her protect her from this...his eyes had reluctantly left hers to scan the half full bar. All eyes had been on her, multiple minds filled with impure thoughts, as his had been just moments earlier. Jesus! what was Frank thinking? These were grown-arse men, how would this woman-child ever be able to handle them? The girl herself even her father were both oblivious to the blatant sexual undertones as Finnegan quickly hustled them into his back office…

His musings were brought back to the present as he was required to put a lid on what was fast about to become a brawl, after which another patron needed a fresh pack of darts, the old ones were dull which is why he was losing the game. It was always something, never a dull moment. Finn shock his head as he turned back to claim his spot, his mind once more, his eyes once more on Angelique as his mind mulled over the past.

That night he’d been polite, he hadn’t wanted to offend the little young thing, but after they both left and the pub was closed he’d been on the phone to Frank with a very firm NO!

Finnegan grinned. Jesus Christ! he could have changed the name of his pub from ‘Finnegan’s Place’ to ‘Hard on Central! Perhaps he should have. My God! On that night he could’ve opened up a bloody brothel on the spot. The lads that frequented his pub weren’t a bad lot but they weren’t young and easily manipulated.They were men, a boisterous lot who liked to work off steam after a hard days work. They liked to drink hard argue and fuck! And not necessarily in that order. God knows what would happen if they had a few drinks under their collective belts and a sex kitten barely an arms length away! She looked like she’d just stepped out of a vintage a PlayBoy Magazine. The fact she didn’t know it simply added to her allure.

Ronald and he had been friends since they were in elementary school where they had been close conspirators in everything. Frank was a good man but had his weaknesses. His weakness unfortunately had been gambling! His gambling had never amounted to much, he liked betting on horse racing and sporting events and so Finnegan had never worried until the night after the fated interview when just as he was closing up and his friend had barged in literally begging him to employ his daughter. He’d explained that his gambling had gotten worse of late and he had a debt which had to be paid off, he needed the extra money. Finnegan would’ve helped him out but he had just finished a major renovations on the bar. He had been able to lend him him a down payment and installments would cover the balance ...2 fucking years' worth!

Jesus!

Finnegan had hired Angie!

He didn’t think she last more than a week before she was out front door clutching her virginity like badge of honour. At the very least she break her back at the first keg she tried to lift.

That hadn’t happened…

Finnegan glanced around his bar again and back at Angie. She was still walking felon, one with a core of solid steel. Sensuality and innocence rolled up into one delightful cock stirring package. Yet without even trying she’s won over the entire bar. She was sunshine, she was love, she listened, she nurtured, she counselled. She knew everyone by name, what they liked to drink, their favourite foods. She probably knew their darkest secrets God know she knew his. Medical School… he hoped she choose psychology she’d make a damn good shrink. The ambience of his bar had changed somehow… he couldn’t put his finger on it but it had. She’d not needed his protection, his red-neck patrons had somehow adopted her as a sister of sorts and she had plenty of men willing to escort her home safely each night.

God protect the man who overstepped or tried to hurt her. They would hunt him down and string him up by his balls…if he survived the beating Finn would give them first!

Angelique was happy the evening was finally over and that everyone had left. It was time to head home. She smiled as she stretched the kinks out of her lower back. Finnegan had insisted on walking her home even though he looked as tired as she felt .”Just as far as the corner Finn, you can watch me walk from there ok?”

(OOC: Continued in.Part 2.)

 

[yeishia]

(OOC: Part 2 : Continued from my last post)

Finnegan had grinned at her. “Sounds like a plan hun… I can sprint to your side in a heart beat if the boogie man attacks you. Come on let's go.” His days of sprinting anywhere were over since he’d busted his knee playing football and as she linked her arm through his he grinned down as her. She was a tiny thing when placed against his 6 ft 4 ins, barely reaching the middle of his chest. Yet despite her diminutive the lass was strong, if he could lift it she would prove that she could to.

As the reacted their designated corner for some reason he wanted to insist that he walk her inside her door. Finn swiftly pushed the thought aside knowing she’d veto his plan. An independent miss she was at times. He stood in the shadows and watched her walk inside, hesitant to leave, until feeling foolish he turned on his heel to make his way back to the bar. He failed to see the black limo rounding the the corner to pull up quietly outside of Angelique’s home like some sleek foreboding predator…

As Finnegan had been walking Angelique home her father, Ronald, had been sitting on the couch, holding his head in his hands muttering, “what have I done, what have I done?” The words of an addict as he hit rock bottom. It started in college, betting college football, working for the fraternity bookie. He quickly got in a deep hole, down $1,000, his father had bailed him out with the help of his best mate, Finnigan.

Shortly thereafter he graduated and got married, and for nearly 15 years he resisted. Then he restarted, three years ago, starting slow, but within three months he was down $43,000. Lesson learned, he thought. He and his wife weren't wealthy, the lived in a small two bedroom home, and he had remortgaged completely to retire the debt. 18 months passed, and once again, temptation struck. The pattern was always the same. Some early luck early, winning a few, raising the amount of the bet, losing, betting more to try to get back, luck seemingly always bouncing, incredulously the wrong way, and this time he was down $37,000. He ”borrowed” from his 401K and put his daughter to work with the promise/lie that she was saving for college, not supporting her father’s habit. Both times he swore, that would be it, he lied to himself even better than he did to his family.

Ronald managed the household finances, his wife never knew any of it. This time, it had happened so fast, $50,000 in just three weeks. But now there were no more rabbits to pull out of hats, no more assets to sell or mortgage, save one. The Super Bowl, one bet, but he didn’t have $50,000 to put up in a game that was a sure thing, so he bet the only thing he had left!m Unfortunately the massive underdog Detroit Lions had managed to pull a miracle, the upset of the century, out of their asses and WON. He’d lost it all! IT ALL!!! And as he sat there head in hands, it was time to pay the Devil his due.

Well, it turned out that he did have one thing…his Virginal, 18 years, 6 months and three days old daughter. A week ago he’d pushed that thought aside but as judgement day had inched towards him as many a good man before him he had panicked and had made a pack with the devil himself…sold his soul! He had laid his precious Angelique on the line, her beauty, her gentle innocence…”Fuck! Fuck! fuck!”

His daughter had been working that evening having no clue as to what her father was about to do…

The distraught man heard the key turn in the lock, the sound was ominous. He stiffened. His daughter was home. If Ronald had owned a gun he might well have blown his own brains out right there and then! She had no clue, no clue at all of how drastically her sheltered life was about to change.

They were coming for her this very night. Did they have time to run? Oh God! what had he done? God couldn't help him now. He’d sold his soul… sold his innocent baby girl’s body to the very devil himself!

Ronald lifted his head as his daughter stood in the doorway back lit from the bright hall light. As she’d entered the house she had loosened her habitual ponytail letting her glorious thick blond cascade down and around her slender frame in wild abandon. Angelique looked much like a Botticelli Angel sent down from the heavens. He had never seen one, but that was the thought that flowed through his almost deranged mind as he stared at her in awe. She looked so sensual, Angelique...Angel...his Angel! He clutched his chest, he couldn’t breathe.

Would the devil show her pity?

One look at her father and his daughter was rushing to his side all fatigue leaving her. “Father what is wrong. Are you sick?” His skin was flushed almost to the point of a sunburn. Was it his heart she thought reaching for his pulse which was rapid and racing. “ Daddy I’m calling an ambulance,” she told him pulling out her iPhone just as the front door burst open falling with a huge crash against the wall as it almost left the safety of it hinges…

“ Run!” Her father croaked out in earnest.

Angelique stood up nonplussed as suddenly she surrounded by a bunch of evil looking men with guns.

“ Was this a home invasion?” Angelique knew she should obey her father but found she couldn’t for the life of her move a single muscle much less run.The adrenaline rush of moments ago had simply vanished!

“ Daddy! She screamed looking wildly around …

 

[Homerun2611]

The Godfather and the Bookie

Vincent, Vinnie, Turco was a two bit hood, wannabe wiseguy. He could have been more, but he had fucked all of that up, and now, he was who he was. Organized crime is an apprentice business, unless you are born royalty. Vinnie was not, more the son of a loyal Lord, whom the king had taken care to. He was twenty two, he had dropped out, actually flunked out of Villanova after his freshman year, and gone back home to NYC. His father was dead, but he had been a loyal "employee" of Anton Feccerata, the Don of the Don's, and the most powerful crime syndicate in New York City, if not the entire United States.

His father, James, had been Anton's controller, aware of every aspect of the business, both the legit side, the olive oil and commercial fishing operations, and the illegal, gambling, drugs and prostitution, and ”influence“ selling. James had never been "made" he didn't want to be, for other than accounting and laundering hundreds of millions of dollars, he never touched any of the vices, he never saw the drugs, girls, nothing. Anton felt the less he saw the less risk for everyone.

It had been twelve years ago, the last great war amongst the families. It had been the Puzzo's from the bronx that had led the rebellion. Declaring war by kidnapping not only James Turco, but Anton's little brother, Francisco. Neither had cracked, given anything, but by the time Anton figured out what was going on, both men had been tortured so severely, they were gone. Each passing at Mount Sinai hospital over the next week, never regaining consciousness.

Anton's organization was built on three pillars, honor, loyalty and ruthlessness. They may seem at odds with each other, but they were all Anton, and for him it made perfect sense. The war itself had ended in a bloodbath, the Puzzo family eviscerated, and never again had Anton's empire been challenged. Anton had made sure both the Turco family, and of course his brother, were. taken care of, every week Vincent's mother, Marietta, received an envelope with five $1,000 dollar bills in it. Cash, untraceable and non taxable. If she needed medical care, anything, Anton saw to it, including anything for her child.

Vincent had gone to private schools in Manhattan, courtesy of Anton, when he graduated, with marginal grades, Anton had used his pull to get Vincent into Villanova, his father's alma mater, all with a free ride, courtesy of Anton Feccerata. However, when Vincent partied and failed all but one class, the scholarship was over.

This time when Marietta came to see Anton, his tone was much firmer. The boy had wasted away his opportunity and now needed to be held accountable. The woman begged that Anton take him into the business. Of course her husband had taught her well, so she was careful never referencing anything illegal, just stating over and over that Vincent was a good boy, and could be a hard worker.

Vincent was given an opportunity on the "legit" side, working the docks, a chance to be a foreman, but the other side, held much more appeal. That was where the excitement was, the juice! As stated earlier, organized crime is an apprentice industry. Vincent wanted a career, to be a real wiseguy, to get "made" into the Feccerata crime family. So, Vincent had been given a small bookie operation, everything on the upper west side, and unfortunately for Vincent, that included one Ronald Westford.

Initially Ronald was small time, most bets $25-50, win some, lose some, but he paid his way. Of course since Vincent was new, he was unaware of Ronald’s prior transgressions. Ronald’s prior debts had been with a bookie out of Philadelphia, Ronald had traveled there on business weekly, he was a traveling salesman, who repped kitchen cutlery to department stores within 300 miles of New York.

Anton ran a sophisticated gambling operation, if any bettor started to bankroll any debt of over $500, the bookies were supposed to run a full credit check, as if they were applying for a Visa card or a mortgage. However, Vinnie had talked to Ronald, he had always paid, and so the tab grew, as did the "vig" or vigorish, which is the rate that bookies lend money. Early on there is no charge, but as the balance increases, usually in excess of $1,000 for a period of over two weeks, or any time over $5,000, the interest or vigorish kicks in... usually doubling the amount outstanding every week until cleared.

For Ronald, it had all happened quick, one bad weekend of college football, Boston College upsetting Notre Dame, a last second interception on a meaningless throw, and USC failed to cover against UCLA. Ronnie was down $200, that night the Knicks, who were 10 point favorites over the Lakers, didn't cover on the money line. Now a 10 point favorite, to win back the $200, he had already lost, required a $2,000 bet to win $200, but a ten point favorite, the Knicks hadn't lost in two weeks, was a sure thing, right? WRONG. They blew the lead in the last three minutes and suddenly Ronald was down $2,200, the next day, Ohio State didn't cover versus Michigan, then that night Oklahoma won, but not by enough and Ronald was down $8,800 and desperate. He was chasing, dEsperately trying get out of his hole.

The good and bad news for gamblers was there is some sort of game every night, and Ronnie was chasing, doubling his bet every time, hoping to break even. Vincent should have cut him off once the debt got over $10,000, but he had missed the text from one of his runners at Finnegan’s Place, one of the many bars where they ran a Fecceratta book! Ronnie was down $25,000 about to become $50,000 with the vig, when the Superbowl offered his salvation.

 

[Homerun2611]

Part II

Vinnie had now done the background credit, and he knew Ronald Westford didn't have a pot to piss in. He had mortgaged everything, maxed his credit cards, and there was no fucking chance he could pay back the money. And if he couldn't, the debt became Vinnie's!

Vincent had one strike, Villanova, and if this debt went south, this would be a bigger perhaps unforgivable strike, it had gotten out of hand and Vinnie had let it happen. So when Ronald called in, positive that the Superbowl, one final bet could make it all good, Vinnie rejected him cold. "Listen you fucking deadbeat, you're done, not another penny ... but then came the offer ...

"Vinnie, I know, I know, I fucked up, but I will make it good, you know I will." Vincent had done more digging, he now knew about Philadelphia, so he knew no such thing! It was the line of every degenerate gambler. Again Vinnie refused. "But, but, my daughter, she's beautiful and 21 and ... she can be my collateral." Vinnie could barely believe his ears, "Your daughter, what the fuck would I do with your daughter?" Ronald laughed, a laugh of the truly desperate, or perhaps partially insane, "Well, she's a virgin, and I guess, whatever you want?" In truth, Ronald was not sure his daughter was a virgin, but she had never given him one moment to think otherwise and as she blossomed, the idea had increasingly consumed him.

It made Vinnie's skin crawl, but then he realized the daughter, like the old man, probably wasn't much of a prize. However, he had a duty to take it to Anton, come clean. Anton listened, increasingly furious, as he realized that Vincent had not followed any of his protocols. There was something else, depending on if what Ronald said was true, unlikely as it may be, if such a woman, a girl existed, that was intriguing! “Go see the girl yourself, but do not lie to me, do not disappoint me again … Oh, Vincent, let Mr. Westford know, I will collect!” Exactly what that meant, Vinnie wasn’t sure, but he was terrified!

It was three days before the Superbowl. Ronald readily told Vinnie where she worked, and he could check her out for himself. If he lost, which he wouldn't the girl was his, all his. Vinnie made no promises, other than he would go see the girl for himself. That night he arrived at the bar where Angelic worked, and after a brief bit of confusion, where he was pointed in the girl's direction, only to find a 200 pound, five foot three ball of nasty drunken mess. "Figures!" Vincent said, and was about to leave, "No, fuck no, not her ... but ... her!"

Vinnie did a double take, this couldn't be right. This girl had this uncanny combination of innocence matched with a body and face to die for. "Her?" He gestured in the direction of the gorgeous blonde in the pained on jeans. "Yeah that's her, but don't waste your time, she doesn't go home with customers, she doesn't go home with anyone, she just walks around with that smile and that body, never realizing how many guys jack off to her every night." Vincent took one more look, smiling. She was everything Ronald had said, and more!

Vincent walked out of the bar, and called Ronald, "We'll take the bet, but if you lose, we will collect, Mr. Fecceratta has made sure you understand?" Vincent didn’t know much about the prostitution, and Anton did not traffic women, but from the little Vincent did know, this girl could fetch $100,000 easy if sold at auction. A gorgeous, twenty one year old virgin, was a unicorn, and six figures was conservative. However, he had bigger aspirations, this could be his big chance. He didn’t ask Anton, instead he hoped to surprise him. Rather than the end of his career, this could be the thing that got him made, bringing this girl to Mr. Feccerata.

He wouldn't be James’ fuck up son, he would be a man worth investing in, a man who might be worthy of being made, or at least he hoped so. When the game ended, when Ronald had lost, Vinnie could not have been more excited. He called the head of the family himself, "Mr. Feccerata, Sir, we have an interesting situation."

When Anton had not heard from Vincent, he assumed the girl was not as claimed. He was stern, "This debt never should have gotten this high, if you had dome the credit check?" Anton had been thinking, he thought about the girl, how she had been betrayed, his heart ached for her, and yet he smiled, for one way or the other, she would now be in a better place.

"And the girl, she is attractive?" Anton, having said his piece, now queried. Vinnie laughed, almost giddy, "Gorgeous Sir!"

"You were told she is a virgin, I will have a Doctor here to verify, give the father a chance to tell the truth, but if he had lied, kill him." Remember that part about honor and ruthlessness'?

"Collect her this Saturday night, I will send you the gown I want you to have her put on, and bring her to me, do not touch her or sully her in any way, do you understand Vincent? ... Oh, and Vincent, be gentle, she will be terrified, try to reassure her!"

Vinnie had his muscle with him, when he pounded on Ronald's door and pushed his way in. He heard Ronald yell to his daughter to run. She didn’t, but Vincent gave her a stern look. “Don’t we have no intention to hurt you, or your father, no matter how much he might deserve it.” Vincent was looking at the man with contempt. “Daddy!” They heard her scream. Vinnie was trying to act the part of the tough guy, and he saw Ronald's eyes look toward his daughter ashamedly. Vincent turned to address her directly, "Hello, it is Angelic, correct?"

He had a gift wrapped box with a white lace gown and panties in it, it was little more than lingerie. However, Anton had understood she had gorgeous blonde hair, and chosen the color of the dress, himself. He knew her name to be Angel and chosen accordingly. Vinnie tossed the box to the girl, "Mr. Fecceratta has purchased this for you, he would like you to put it on for when you meet him. We will wait her, but please hurry. He has demanded we respect your privacy.“.

Vincent himself walked over and took her arm and escorted her to the downstairs powder room, where he would close the door to allow her to change out of eyesight. “I know you have a million questions and I will explain the rest on the way. However Mr. Fecceratta is most anxious to meet you, and he is not a man you want to leave waiting."

Vincent was also carrying a pamphlet of legal papers, and before they left, Ronald would sign over his daughter, but for the deal to be complete, once she met Anton, she would have to satisfy the examination and then she would need to do the same.