Page 14 of Sanguineous Fiend
“I wasn’t worried. Just found it funny that such a small dick could make her moan.”
She truly laughs at my words and then lifts her glass in solute. “That’s a good one. Even better that he’s my husband.”
I nearly choke on my drink and glance over at her. Shit.
“Don’t worry. It’s true. His dick is micro status, but the money is worth it. I haven’t had to buy a damn thing in ten years. I get my dick from the pool boy and he gets his wet in those things.”
I’m positive that the shock traces my features for a moment before the laugh scrambles from my mouth and I offer her a smile.
“I like you. Pheobe. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Sharon. Wife of the little dick man over there. That bimbo is Vicky. She’s a regular here. A girl that gets paid like any of them. By pretending to get a good fuck from one or all of them. Just stay away from Harry over there. His shit is toxic.”
She points at the greasy-haired man opposite her husband.
“Don’t worry, I don’t want any of them. Your husband and I met at the bar I was drinking at earlier and he invited me to the casino to see what it’s all about. I have all the money I could ever need already.”
“Oh, I like you too. Get it, girl. Just be careful. There are some cut throat women in here tonight. You never want to come between their payday.”
I wave a dismissive hand. I’m not worried about these women. Their petty shit doesn’t affect me. Though now I’m not sure I can kill her asshole husband. Maybe the toxic piece of shit instead.
“They can have that shit.”
She nods and I offer her a smile. I don’t want to come between anyone and what they have going on here. It’s their world and I’m just a guest. So when I say that, I honestly can walk away without choosing a single one of these men, and it does not bother me one bit. I won’t take away the women’s lives because I want to kill the men.
“Enjoy, Pheobe. Bleed ‘em dry if ya can.”
She chuckles before leaving me to my drink and silence. I smile into my drink because no matter what happens tonight, I could never bleed the men dry because they don’t hold the real money. Their wives do. At least the ones that are married. Those that aren’t, they still don’t control their funds most likely.
Not that I need it. I have money. I’m not here for that. So when the casino mom takes care of her girls, I find the hustle refreshing. Sharon is watching out for those here and she doesn’t give a single shit why I’m really here. The women have a good thing going that works for them. And that’s perfectly fine with me.
I won’t get in between them and instead I will just leave for tonight after I finish my drink. This little world is refreshing and good to see that the women are safe in it. I don’t need anything here right now and I am actually feeling great about it.
That is until a beautiful woman walks through the velvet ropes in a deep red dress that sparkles as she moves. Her handbag is black and her red bottom gold shoes on her feet are beautiful. She has pitch black hair that matches the color of my soul. She’s tall and with those heels, she is probably closer to six feet tall. Her breasts are full and pushed up to the point it barely contains them in the tight dress of hers.
A real life Jessica Rabbit woman. I’m staring and I know that anyone looking my way would see right through my dress to the wet spot between my legs. She makes my mouth water as I wish to fuck her so badly.
Who is this woman?
She walks closer to me, and I stiffen in my seat. So fucking gorgeous. Her confident walk as she enters the High Roller area as if she owns the place. I want nothing more than to fuck this woman into the night. Hell, no telling if she even likes women. I just know I want her.
She approaches me at the bar and leans against the counter before ordering a drink from the bartender and then sliding a glance my way. I don’t bother saying anything, but I lean my back against the bar with my elbows propped up on the edge as I watch her from the corner of my eye.
“Haven’t seen you here before. New?”
“Not exactly. I was invited by one of the men, but didn’t plan on hanging around for long. That is until you walked through the ropes.”
“Oh, really. Not into the men, are we? Here for the women?”
She sips her drink and then offers me a smile. It’s dazzling. Her green eyes bore into mine and I can’t help but to feel the flutters inside my stomach as she studies me intently.
“Depends on if you are on that list.”
I respond to her, but only because I need to know if she will leave here with me tonight. She chuckles and takes another sip. Her body language is screaming that she is interested in everything I’m saying.
“It’s a possibility. But I don’t know you from the next bimbo. So why do you deserve my time?”
“Good question. I’m not your typical bimbo here. I have money. I don’t need anything from anyone. Except maybe timewith you between my legs. That I need more than breath itself. Would you want to get on your knees for me, beautiful?”
