Bimbo Casino: The Complete Series (The Shining Spiral Saga) (6 page)

For whatever reason, it was a hit—for a while. People loved the quasi-trashy feel of the place, and were more than willing to indulge in the cheap Hurricanes and Long Island Iced Teas he put on deep discount.

But cheap drinks and cheaper décor only went so far. He’d had to upgrade, and upgrade, and upgrade again.

All told, he had invested millions of dollars in his growing casino resort over the decades. Today, he had a fully operating beach on the ground floor—and one on the twelfth, twentieth, and thirty-fourth. Each one had regular waves of varying sizes depending on the time of day. No saltwater, of course. That would start degrading the building too easily. But people tended to like fresh water better anyway.

The ground floor beach was, of course, the largest—but not necessarily the most luxurious. They were available to any guest at the casino, and so often were incredibly crowded—like a normal beach. The higher floors had expansive systems of holograms and screens that allowed for a more immersive experience.

Not that any of that was really on Falco's mind at the moment. The cleavage of the heavenly brunette in front of him was a rather immersive experience all on its own. A shiny jeweled pendant hung from her neck, resting comfortably between her twin globes.

Noticing his gaze, Selene smiled, touching her delectable chest. “You’re staring at my breasts, Mr. Falco.”

“So what if I am?”

She shrugged. The motion simply made her amazing breasts slide together. They looked hot and somehow moist. “That’s largely my position on the matter. I like to be looked at. I am a gorgeous woman, after all. Certainly you’ve noticed.”

“Maybe I have.”

“Of course you have.” She snapped the edge of her jacket against one tit, making it jiggle. They both watched this for a moment, each clearly enjoying themselves. God, but she looked
fertile
. Made for providing endless progeny for a man like him. “Your entire staff has noticed as well. Most of them are ready to eat directly out of my hand. Isn’t that nice of them? They’re so ready to mutiny against you, just because of how gorgeous I am. I do so love being so perfectly gorgeous for...” she smiled, eyes sweeping the room. “Mmm, well, for many reasons.”

He frowned. “You’ve got a lofty opinion of yourself.”

“I do.” She stood up, strutting up toward his desk. The fabric of her skirt stretched neatly as she slid over the desk corner, her legs sweeping closer to him. “Well-deserved, I hope?”

Falco sat back. “Listen, lady, you’re hot, I’ll give you that. But I’ve seen plenty of hot ladies in this town. Hell, in this office. Double hell, doing this very same thing you’re doing. And if you think you’re gonna put one over on me just because you got fabulous tits and a gorgeous face, then you’re in the wrong town.”

A disappointed little pout spread over her face. “I really had been hoping that you would simply
see
things my way,” she said. Her voice was like a collection of velvet blankets, warm and staggeringly comforting. “That’s all right, though. I understand that a strong, strong man like you would need some rather effective convincing.”

Her heel slid up his leg, and she bit down on her lip, luxuriating in the feel of his leg. Stubbornly, he crossed his arms.

“No dice, sister.”

She smiled. “Oh, that? That’s not part of the ploy. I just enjoy touching you. I was ordered to enjoy touching you, as a matter of fact. I enjoy everything about you, now.”

Falco's frowned deepened. Just what did that mean? But then her fingers began toying with the jewel pendant on her necklace. There was an audible click—and the jewel opened up, revealing twin spirals. One for each of his eyes.

“Now,” she said, leaning forward more and more. “Won’t you consider what I have to say? I’d love for you to consider it very, very carefully.”

At first, his eyes tried desperately to stay firmly affixed to her cleavage as it closed in. But the spirals...the spirals...the spirals...

The spirals made everything in his life seem unimportant and everything she said make perfect sense.

* * * * *

J
ohnny Falco didn’t exactly wake up, but rather was just suddenly aware—he was in the middle of a hallway in front of his penthouse apartment at the top of the casino. Nearby, a tall mirror told him he looked as disheveled as he felt. He took some time and tucked in his shirt and buttoned his jacket. How long had he been walking for?

His balls ached, like he had been cumming for ages—like entire volumes of his lust had been written out due to some angel's happy inspiration. But when he tried to place how and why, all he could recall was simple, happy white-washed bliss.

He remembered some things—Selene talking to him in that perfect accent, sounding so perfectly even and wonderful, every last thing she said making quite a lot of sense. She was a smart, smart woman, that Selene. He ought to trust her with everything.

Falco walked through the front door of his home, tired and distantly horny. His wife Stephanie was there, sitting down in her chair examining a beauty magazine. Their maid Lola poured her a glass of wine. It was two in the afternoon—a little early for such refreshments, he felt.

Stephanie, lovely and pampered, was twenty years younger than him. They hadn’t been married for very long—only three years. But, already, it felt like much of the magic had abandoned them. They hadn't had sex for over a month, and hadn't had a decent bout in over a year.

Truth be told, he suspected that his blond, fantastically leggy wife was engaged in some extramarital activity. If he had considered that even yesterday, he would have worked himself up into a rage. But now, his anger at adultery felt distant, removed.

At the same time, all the sexual exhaustion he felt from whatever happened with Selene seemed to melt away from him. Instead, now, examining his beautiful wife's form, he could feel his lust rising again.

“Lola,” said Falco, admiring Stephanie's long legs beneath her tight sundress, “why don’t you take off for a bit?”

Lola left with a short, knowing smile. She’d propositioned Falco a number of times—or near enough for him to proposition her, anyway—but he’d resisted. She was a lovely sort—curvy and short, with bright blue eyes. She didn't seem to care at all that he was married.

But even so, Stephanie meant more to him than anyone, and almost more than anything. The casino, of course, would always be number one.

And Selene...Selene was definitely high up on that list. She deserved it. She was so gorgeous.

He leaned down and kissed Stephanie on the cheek. Thoughts of Selene's cleavage flashed in his mind, and his kisses became more insistent. Stephanie barely shifted attention from her magazine article—tips on how to make her hair really stand-out this season. Pressing onward, he listed kisses down her cheek and neck.

Still, she didn't seem to get the message.

“I’m horny,” he whispered into her ear.

In truth, he wasn't sure whether he wanted to fuck Stephanie, or to fuck Stephanie and think about Selene. He was sure, though, that he didn't care.

She put the magazine down briefly. “What?”

“I said I want to have sex.”

“Oh,” she said, surprise entering her voice. “Now? Did you take your pill?”

“I don’t need it.”

She shrugged. “Okay. It’s just...last time, when you said that, well...”

He didn’t want to think about that. The stress of running a casino often had a deleterious effect on his ability to make love—so sometimes he used a little blue pill for a little extra help.

Thinking about that hot spot of wounded pride was like anathema for his rising lust, and so he backed away from his wife.

“Nevermind,” he said, shaking his head, halfway hoping she would talk him out of his retreat.

“Okay!” she chirped brightly, turning back to her magazine.

Falco walked to the kitchen and poured himself a quick, stiff drink.

It had cheered his wife up, knowing she wouldn’t have sex with him. What was wrong with this picture?

* * * * *

E
arly the next morning, he woke up in his enormous king-sized bed to find his hot young wife already far gone from his bed. This wasn’t unusual. She had ever been an early-riser. Tall windows lined the bedroom, letting in the morning sun over his prone form.

While Stephanie may have been an early-riser, Falco—who had been in the casino business his entire life—was well-accustomed to waking late. Most of the business he had to attend to happened late at night.

Last night, though, for whatever reason, he had taken off from work. Instead, inspired by his wife's lackluster rejection of his lovemaking proposition, he had jerked off in the bathroom, thinking solely of Selene.

Selene, Selene, sensational Selene. His darling, darling Selene, who he wanted more than he could measure.

But surely that wasn't
all
he had done. He got back about two in the afternoon, then he propositioned his wife, then he jerked off for a while, and then he went to bed around ten...

No. He couldn't have stroked his cock for more than seven straight hours, could he have? Just only thinking of Selene?

He felt his cock rising again, just imagining her perfectly arranged hair, her sexy cleavage, her wonderfully placed necklace...

Sitting up on his bed, he shook his head. It was really time to get back to work. Who knows what had happened while he was gone? At least he knew that he had left the dealings of the casino in the capable hands of...of...someone. He couldn’t remember who.

Why couldn’t he remember who?

God, that was probably a problem. There was chaos, no doubt. He picked up the phone near the bed, a direct line to the casino floor manager, Rick.

“How is everything? Is anything the matter?”

“Why, no sir. She’s done a great job.”

“She? She who?”

“That woman you introduced us all to yesterday afternoon. Selene. She’s wonderful. We love her. We
love
her, sir.” His voice had a religious sort of fervor to it.

Confused and a bit scared, Falco hung up the phone. He got up and put on his robe, taking a measure of the day through the windows of his bedroom.

He had a great view of the penthouse level pool—one of the perks of his position—he could see his wife sunbathing in a teensy sky-blue tankini set. And there, with her...

There with her was Selene in a black string bikini.

Instantly, he dropped his robe. His hand was around his cock, stroking passionately. He didn't care if anyone could see.

Fuck, Selene was so gorgeous. He
wanted
her. He wanted her more than he wanted his own beautiful fucking wife, who looked as hot as she ever had in that tiny swimsuit.

God.

Wow. Falco could feel the insanity of his hot lust washing over his mind, cooing and purring in accented tones about how he shouldn't care about the logic of his situation. He should just surrender, surrender, surrender...

One of the most intoxicating aspects of Selene's beauty was how it appeared so carefree, so
effortless
for her to look as good as she did. Wearing so little make-up, she made it seem like she woke up in the morning looking better than most women did after years of plastic surgery, perfect diet, and strenuous work-out routines.

And that lack of effort, how it was just so
easy
for her to captivate him, made it all the more arousing that she had the effect on him that she did. He stroked harder, thinking about how fucking
easy
it was, so fucking
easy
to captivate him. So
easy
to take away his will when she was so goddamn
gorgeous
and
perfect
.

Selene turned away from Stephanie briefly, so that she faced Falco in his balcony. Of course, she didn't see him. She couldn't. But that didn't stop her from smiling at him. She brought a cup up underneath her tits, and slid down her bikini top. With a few slow massaging motions, she had started to fill up the cup with her breast milk.

By god, he had been right. She
was
fertile. That was...that was so incredible. His cock throbbed against the glass. Once the cup was full, Selene rearranged herself and handed the cup to his wife. She drank it down without a second thought—perhaps one of many she'd already been given. Stephanie's hands drifted up and down her tight, beautiful body, touching herself eagerly.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, wow.”

It didn't stop there. Very clearly, he saw Selene whispering something in his wife’s ear. A lot of something, actually. It seemed like a whole speech—and Stephanie was a rapt listener, nodding and smiling blankly.  All the while as Selene spoke, she also toyed with her sexy little necklace. Those little spirals out again. Falco remembered now, even though he couldn't see them clearly. Not for a single second did Stephanie’s eyes didn’t tear away from Selene’s cleavage.

Slowly, clearly moaning, her hips gyrating with aching need, Stephanie began to finger her pussy as she watched Stephanie's spirals twist. Her fingers worked rapidly, hotly—and Stephanie had told Falco that she never even masturbated in her whole life! It was too coarse an exercise, she always said.

But there she was, hot digits sliding in and out of her tight young cunt. Falco's strokes only got faster and faster, watching his wife finger herself.

Stephanie's orgasm was easily seen—even with Falco not being able to hear anything. Her gorgeous head tilted back, long cries pouring out of her mouth, her entire body shaking with bliss.

He knew that, with his windows tinted as they were, it was most likely impossible for Selene to see him. But he saw those emerald eyes of hers tilt upward—knowingly—and then she delivered a soft little wink as  he stroked and stroked.

Groaning loudly, Falco came, spurting his hot seed all over the window. Leaning against the window, his breaths fogging on the glass, he watched her casually strut away. Every step was carefully portioned-out grace.

This woman was dangerous. And he couldn’t help but be turned on by her.

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