Return to the Casino p1 extended preview

Return to the Casino.

Vess sighed. “Well, I tried my best.” She looked around the store. “But in the end, it wasn’t enough. I had some good memories, though. That one time that I actually got someone to buy my product, and they turned into a bimbo.” She laughed. “Good times.”

The door to her small shop suddenly opened. “I am sorry, sir, but we are closed.” Vess sighed. “Closed for good.”

The man in a luxury suit sighed. “Oh. Is that so.” He looked around. “And here I thought that I had finally found what I was looking for. Ahh well. I guess I will have to keep looking.”

“I can direct you if you need help.” Vess walked out from behind the counter. “I can do some good before I have to give this place over to the new owner.”

“I am looking for Vess’s Emporium. She sells some exotic goods that I am interested in.”

Vess blinked her eyes. “Oh?”

The man rubbed his fingers together. “Yes. My establishment could make use of her skills quite—”

She took his hand and shook it. “I am Vess.” He raised an eyebrow. “I can’t believe anyone would seek me out. I thought the world had given up on me.” She laughed.

“You wouldn’t believe how little business I get. I had to file for bankruptcy.”

“Is that so? Well, trust me when I say I will never let you go, my dear. Your unique skills will serve me for years to come.”

“Oh?”

“Yes.” He pushed her away and rubbed his fingers together. “I run a casino, and when people break the rules, there are certain punishments that need to be enforced. I used to have an agreement with some playboy bunnies from this strange island, but we ran afoul on our business negotiation, and I am looking for a new partner.”

“Wait. What happened?”

“Oh, they kept trying to take the girls to their isle. They are strange ladies.” He looked at her. “Look, I just need a partner that doesn’t want to convince me to take the workers out of my casino until the punishment is over. Can you do that?”

“I guess. Wait, punishments?”

“Do you have a problem with me turning the men and women who break the rules into bimbos and sex dolls?”

Vess laughed. “No. I guess I just wanted to be on the same page.”

He shook her hand. “Then happy to be going into business with you, Vess. Let’s do a little trial run, and then we can work out the exact business details after I know how your products work. I have heard the tales, but I want to see them in action.”

She laughed. “Of course. Of course.”

***

Jamie slammed her hand against the slot machine. “Stupid thing.” She snorted. “Give me my money back!”

Cassie sighed. “Hitting it won’t help.”

Jamie leered at her friend. “It stole my money, though.”

“You gave it away. Dozens upon dozens of times.” Cassie crossed her arms. “I told you to stop a half hour ago.”

Jamie kicked the machine. “I will stop when this thing gives me my money back.” The slot machine shuddered before shooting out half a dozen twenty dollar bills. “Holy crap!”

She fell to the floor, instantly scooping them up. “I knew it would relent eventually.”

Cassie gulped. “Umm, I don’t think you should be doing that.”

Jamie looked up at her friend. “Why not?”

Cassie looked around at the staff, all dressed in playboy bunny outfits, the breasts bouncing around. “Because haven’t you heard the stories about this casino?”

Jamie stood up. “Look, just because this place has some sexy attendants doesn’t mean a damn thing, Cassie. Now I am going to win some more money. You can stand here and cheer me on, or you can go wait in the car.” She sat down in the chair. “Your choice.”

Cassie sighed. “I am going to get a drink.”

Jamie waved as she grabbed the handle of the slot machine. “Get me a triple deluxe sundae while you are at it.” Cassie rolled her eyes before walking away. “Thank you.”

“Ughhh!” Cassie stormed off.

Jamie rolled her eyes as she pulled the lever on the slot machine. “I am trying to win our money back. She could try and be a bit more supportive. For fucks sake!” She hit the side of the machine as the slot machine landed on a dud once again. “Can you let me win for once you’re stupid mechanical life!”

One of the playboy bunny patrons walked up to Jamie. “Miss, you are not supposed to hit the machines.”

Jamie turned her head, her face red with anger. “Then tell your pieces of crap to give me what I want, and I won’t have to!”

The woman giggled. “I see. I see. Maybe you would have better luck in our VIP room.”