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The House Always Wins

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“What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.” That's the first rule here, but the second and more important rule is “The House always wins.” This is, of course, why I work for the house. I’m one of the sexiest and smoothest card sharks in Las Vegas, and I’m on the side of the table most people never see. The side that always wins, even when we make it look like we're losing.

It was your typical night on the floor, and I had just finished clearing out a couple of retirees. The pair of dirty old badgers were quite happy to pay for the privilege of sitting two feet away from me while I shuffled the cards, especially when I bent way over to “help” them place their bets. With a getup like mine, that's usually the case. The outfit I wear is hardly what you might call typical for a blackjack dealer, but it certainly gets the job done. Tight black top with matching miniskirt, six inch heels, silk stockings, and of course my trademark black leather gloves, with the criss-crossing lines of leather that go all the way up to my elbow. I wear a little gold in my ears and a little on my arm in the form of a simple goldwire armband, but really that’s just to complement the rich orange of my fur and my long platinum-blond hair. Not a lot of vixens have platinum-blond hair, and I'm rather proud of it. I've got a big bushy tail too, and I must say it really helps show off my ass and distract the occasional rube into busting.

Once the retirees left the table, devoid of money but quite satisfied, a college kid stepped up to the table. At first I thought he was your typical frat-boy chump come down from LA to squander his daddy’s money and drink watered-down casino drinks, but something about him seemed different. He certainly looked the part, his big gray rabbit ears sticking up through crudely cut holes in his backwards ball cap, but baggy pants and oversized athletic shirt aside I knew there was something more. Something I’d want to find out about.

“Hello, I’m Champagne, I’ll be your dealer for the evening,” I said. I made sure to lean over much more than was necessary to let him read my nametag. When I saw how he smiled at my cleavage I knew I had just found myself a new toy. Blackjack isn’t the only way I pay the rent, and while I love tickling the cards there are much more interesting and efficient ways to separate a fool from his money. But I’ll get to that later.

“I’m Trevor,” the rabbit said, pushing forward a small stack of chips. “And I’m so lucky I was born with two rabbit’s feet!” He chuckled as he said this and tried to put his feet up on the table, which I politely discouraged. From the smell on his breath and his

uncoordinated movements I could tell he had a pretty good buzz going. Normally I take that as a cue to bleed him dry, but as I gently shooed his feet off the table I got a good look at his crotch. Instantly knew that I had bigger and better plans for this boy. I just had to keep from drooling while I worked him over.

You don’t have to count cards to force a win, or a loss, when you’re the house, and it didn’t take long before Trevor had himself an impressive pile of chips. I kept flirting with him and paying out in small denominations to ensure he kept his eyes on my chest and his winnings as opposed to his cards, but as he won hand after hand his excitement made him harder and harder to control. He began calling his friends over, and I was worried I might get found out and the boy might be made to cash out and go home both because he was winning a bit too often and because he was making too much noise. I knew I had to act fast if I was going to get what I wanted. I bent far forward and put my muzzle to one of his big fuzzy ears.

“You know, it’s not nice for you to rob a lady blind,” I said. His hand was cupped beneath me holding the cards, and so I moved down a bit until I could feel his palm resting against me. True to his male instincts, he began to grope and rub me gently, his cards brushing against my soft white underfur. I knew why he’d picked this table, and I knew he’d do exactly what I asked him to. “How about you cash out and meet me upstairs in room 1445? Then you can make it up to me.” I giggled and let my gloved hand gently trace across his thigh as I slid back. I don’t normally like to be this blatant about my advances, but something in me just said I had to have him.

“Yeah, all right, sounds like the least I can do,” said Trevor, grinning and stacking his chips. As he and his friends got up I signaled to the pit boss that I was about to head upstairs, and he nodded and moved to the break room to get a replacement dealer for the table. He was always excited to see that signal, seeing as both he and his employer got a cut of my earnings. As soon as my replacement arrived the pit boss whisked me away to the staff elevator.

“Got another one?” he asked, excitedly.

“Yeah, some college kid from the coast,” I said. “Don’t worry, I didn’t feed him too much of the house money, the house will get back twice what they lost in their cut.”

“I never worry when it’s you going up there,” said the pit boss. “Just hurry back, Sally doesn’t bring ‘em in like you do.” The elevator door opened up and I stepped out, grinning.

“That’s because she doesn’t have tits like these,” I said, lifting up my top and letting my boss get a good look. He chuckled and nodded, but he was too well behaved to do anything other than wait for the elevator doors to close. I was on the job, after all, and anything he and I happened to do together needed to be off the

clock. We were both professionals, after all.

I was high up on the "Executive Floor," where the casino's real business was run. While the one-armed bandits and card tables

certainly bring in a lot of cash, they serve only as a draw and a respectable front. The real reason you come to my place of employ is because you can not only have pretty girls take your money playing cards, but because they can take your money in exchange for a couple hours of privacy. It's not cheap, of course, but nothing worth having ever is. It's not advertised either, since there's no reason to bring unwanted attention to a good (albeit not wholly legal) thing like this. It's not like we're ever short on customers anyway.

I headed down the hall, keeping an eye out for overeager customers or curious voyeurs, but there were none tonight. From the hallway, room 1445 looked like every other executive suite in the building, but the interior was windowless and decked out in a manner wholly inappropriate for the average casino guest. The massive heartshaped bed, flanked by stripper’s poles, was definitely not intended for those who needed a good night’s sleep after gambling all day. The plush carpet, massive chairs and sofas were ideal for my job, though, and the place was always carefully cleaned and reset between customers. I wasn’t the only girl who used it, after all.

Trevor showed up surprisingly quickly. I had hoped he might end up trapped in the cash-out line but that wasn’t the case. Normally I have enough time to change into something tight and crotchless, but his speed meant I’d just have to give him a striptease instead. Not that I minded, really, he would be paying by the hour. He kept knocking, so I said “Just a minute, handsome,” and then hurriedly made my way to the door. I opened it just wide enough to get a good look at who was on the other side.

“Hey babe,” said Trevor. He grinned and fanned a fat stack of bills in my face. “This enough to make you feel better?” I was pleased that he had been sober enough to realize I wasn't hitting on him for his good looks earlier, and that he knew this little adventure wasn't going to be cheap. His friends were all crowded around him, and I had the feeling that they wanted to watch, or maybe even join in. While the idea of taking on half a fraternity all at once held a certain appeal, I had rules to follow. I quickly grabbed Trevor's arm and reeled him into the room.

“Oh, that will help,” I said, cooing and letting my free hand slowly slide down the zipper on my top until my tits popped free. “But there’s something in particular I’m really interested in,” I said. His friends began to cheer and he turned back to talk to them, but I quickly yanked him in and shut the door, then deftly maneuvered the bills from his hand to mine in one quick movement. The way I can grab and palm things I’m certain I’d have made a great magician or grifter, but to be honest I really prefer using my skills in bed. It just seems more fair, then at least I'm giving them something.

I set the money on the table and shoved him down into one of the big chairs, putting my leg up on the arm rest and letting him get a good look up my skirt. His eyes glanced over to the big stack of bills, part of him clearly regretting that he had just parted with so much money. I gently grabbed him by the chin and turned him towards

me, grinning and leaning forward, making sure he got a good look at my chest. “Don’t worry, handsome, you just made a great investment,” I said, guiding his hand to my breasts. “You’re going to stumble out of here with a story your friends only wish they could believe.”

I honestly prefer to striptease on stage, where I have lots of room and plenty of toys to work with, but in a pinch I can do a pretty good job with just a big chair, especially when it comes to a lap dance. The key is just to peel the clothes off slowly, to get some good music going, and to ensure that my customer sees what he wants to see very often. There was a deep bass beat pounding from a stereo in the corner so I had no time shaking my hips. I mounted the chair, putting one of my high-heeled shoes up on the arm rest so he could get a good look at my pussy. From the tent in his pants I could tell he liked the view. I tossed my thong into his lap and grinned as he held them up. “Keep ‘em,” I said, smiling. “With what you paid I can buy a hundred of those.”

“Fuck you’re hot,” he said, his hands gently sliding up and down my stockings. He seemed to need permission to go higher, so I glided my hand over his and directed him to my inner thighs, breathing deeply and letting my chest heave high over his head.

“I know I am, thanks,” I said, grinning and keeping a close eye on him as his hands gently caressed my thighs and then chanced to slide across my pussy. I shivered as his warm hands graced my labia, and then slowly lowered my leg, grinning. I was in my heels,

stockings and gloves now, and while both he and I were very much ready to go I knew I needed to put on just a little more tease to leave him fully satisfied. The anticipation is always better than the having, after all.

"I could fuck you all night," said Trevor. His buzz had given way to his hormones and he was almost insufferably horny. I love it when a customer is like that.

"You're not that rich, honey," I said. "But don't worry, you'll have something to brag about for years to come." I moved back a few steps and wrapped myself around the pole, spinning a few times before locking my legs onto it and lifting myself up a bit, bending over and letting my hair touch the carpet as I showed him my cleavage from a whole new angle. He liked this, and from my upside down view I could see him scoot to the edge of his chair. The temptation was too much for him and he quickly moved his pants to his ankles and began working himself furiously. I giggled, hoping he had enough control of himself to keep from blowing his load too early. I began to flip and spin with the pole, making sure he got a good look at my legs and thighs as I shook myself in time with the beats from the stereo. I’m very good with the pole, and it was all Trevor could do to keep himself from leaping out of that chair and getting up here to fuck me. I knew I had to move fast if we were both going to get what we wanted, so I quickly dismounted the pole and bent far forward. I wanted to make sure he hadn't lost his composure, and when I was certain he hadn't I nimbly tossed myself onto the bed, lifting myself

up with my elbows a bit and spreading my legs open wide. I just love showing them I'm eager, it makes me feel like the dirty slut I know I am.

“C’mere lover boy,” I said, curling my finger at him and making sure he got a good look at my pussy. “No need for you to get all worked up over there when you can get all worked up over here.” Trevor stood up, almost tripping over his own pants as he stepped out of them. He stumbled forward a bit and practically pounced on me in his eagerness. I deftly moved aside, though, rolling to the side and then over onto my stomach, getting in between his legs and getting a firm grip on his cock. I grinned and gave his shaft a big slurp, grinning up at him and letting him know I still wanted to play. He wasn’t exactly upset about this, and his hands slid into my hair and gripped my head firmly as I worked him hard. Once he was good and slick I slipped him into my muzzle and began bobbing up and down on his shaft. I love how horny guys are so easily driven crazy by a little lip and tongue action, and it was all I could to keep him from humping my head. I was getting pretty horny myself at this point, and might have let him do as much. However it's not exactly comfortable, and I make it a point of pride that I never get my teeth involved in this

I moved to my knees and then leaned on him, pressing his lips to mine and kissing him deeply, licking deep inside his mouth and teasing his teeth and I laid him out on the bed. Not breaking the kiss, I straddled him, rubbing his shaft up and down my slit. As I mentioned before I'm pretty deft with slight of hand, and I don't think he noticed me palm a condom, open it, and then roll it out on his length in one quick movement. It's the little tricks like that one that make me a true professional, after all.

I quickly jammed him into me, whimpering slightly as I felt my pussy getting stuffed. His shaft felt a lot bigger inside me than it did in my hands or mouth, much to my delight. He was satisfyingly thick and long, and it filled me perfectly. It was certainly scratching that itch I had deep inside, something most of my customers just weren't up to. I knew I’d been right to give Trevor the "Executive Treatment."

I started out with a slow, steady grind, but his insistence and my urges soon drove us to hard, deep passion, my massive tits bouncing and shifting up and down on my chest as he pounded up and up into me. He had powerful and astounding energy, and it was a real rush to ride him. He definitely knew how to work his cock, and the feel of his wet shaft sliding back and forth across my clit as we fucked was maddening. I felt hot and tight and full, but all in good ways. I soon found myself putting my hands on his shoulders and slamming down my hips for all they were worth, squeezing and milking and riding his cock hard. I wanted it bad, and as we moaned and cried out in ecstasy I knew he was going to give me all I could handle.

I don’t normally have an orgasm when I’m on the job. The focus is on giving the customer a good time, after all, and while I

certainly enjoy myself there’s always an emphasis on them, not me. I'm a professional and this should be about their enjoyment, not mine.

My ride with Trevor was different, though. As I pounded away on him, his fingers, lips and tongue were working my nipples as I desperately tried to maintain my balance. It was hard to retain my focus, and I could feel the pleasure rising. Soon my pussy was erupting with warmth and juice, and as I moved back to my knees and threw my hair over my shoulder I could feel a tidal wave of pleasure breaking upon me. It seemed to come from every direction at once. It had been much too long since I had sated my urges and my body let me know. Every fiber of my being seemed to sing with good vibrations. I felt myself squealing and shuddering as I sat on top of Trevor, my hands on my thighs, trying desperately to come down gently and not send myself back up over the top when I had not yet recovered from an almost painfully powerful orgasm.

Trevor groaned as he finished, and I could feel him blasting away inside me. I was worried his hot spunk would set me off again, but instead it just left me with a very warm, filled, satisfied look, along with an appreciation that I had wrapped him earlier. I moaned for a moment and closed my eyes, enjoying my position as Trevor heaved breath into his chest, trying to come down from his own touch of ecstasy. When I opened them again I smiled down at the bunny. He had a grin from ear to ear. I leaned over a bit, peering down over my massive chest to make eye contact. “Well, I take it you’re a satisfied customer?” I said.

"Oh FUCK YEAH," he said. "You put my girlfriend to shame. Fuck, I dunno if she's gonna get the job done after today. She just doesn't measure up anymore." He sat there, panting, desperately trying to catch his breath. A girlfriend, eh? Well it seems that he knew the first rule of Vegas, at least. Too bad he seemed ignorant of the second.

I nodded and smiled and got off him, letting him stumble towards his pants and then the door. He paused and pulled out his wallet, tossing what money he had left on the pile as a tip. Normally I’d politely decline tips, especially after already getting what I really wanted, but I was much too tired to get up. Besides, who was I to turn down a little extra? He left the door partly open as he left, and when I saw that none of his friends were in the hallway I didn’t bother to close it. Doing so would involve getting up, after all, and I really wanted to take a few minutes to catch my breath. My head was still spinning a bit, and I didn’t think I could manage to make it to the door in heels without falling down.

As I lay in the bed panting, someone knocked on the door and let themselves in, closing and locking the door behind them. I looked up, concerned, but then relieved to see that it was only Sasha, my coworker and lover (of sorts). She was a light-tan bunny with hair dyed deep purple, her fur broken up by a patch of deep black tattooed fur around her eye. There was also a zigzag lightning-bolt pattern that

ran from her left shoulder over her left breast and then all the way down to her left thigh. She was always clad in something leather and wearing a collar with big spikes. She was the favorite “bad girl” down in the Executive Club, and the one who most often ended up helping me work the stage. She chuckled to herself and walked over, throwing herself down on the bed next to me.

“That good, huh?” said Sasha. “You know, if you needed it that bad, I know some guys.”

“They wouldn’t leave that on the table!” I said, panting and gesturing at the pile of cash. “He even left a tip!” Sasha looked at the pile and whistled, clearly impressed.

“Damn, looks like we’re going on a shopping trip this weekend, huh?” She smiled and bent down, kissing me on the forehead. “Well, you better get calmed down and cleaned up, we’re doing a show down in the Executive Club in two hours. You know how the boss hates it if you’re late.” I grinned and put my arm around Sasha, pulling her on top of me.

“I know we have two hours before we need to be anywhere,” I said. “So how about we make the best of it?” Sasha chuckled and then put her lips to mine. It seemed like I was going to win big tonight, and Trevor was just my first catch of the evening. It's easy to have good luck when you're with the house, after all.