FLIRT
I sat at the blackjack table, remembering to cross my ankles and keep my legs together. I did ok, wining more than I lost until the wine kicked in and I won more.
“Nice. Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?”
I glanced around to see what woman would be so stupid to fall for that line, only to discover that the guy was talking to me! “Excuse me?”
“Name’s Mark. I’m a cop! What say we blow this joint and have some fun?”
I laughed at him, “Does that line ever work? I feel so sorry for the children of the women who do. They’d be stupider than an Irish Setter.” Then I turned back to gambling.
“Tourist? Vegas has a lot more to offer than this. How about I show you around?”
Turning back, “Are you FLIRTING with me? Wow! No one has ever done that before.” I laughed, secretly complimented. “Nothing’s going to happen but please, feel free to try. I’m finding that I like the attention.”
He tried to seduce me and I found myself realizing that I had used many of the same lines on other women, only now I realized how bad they were. Mental note: when I start to waver, remember what he said and use it back home. The jerk bragged about his job, about how much iron he could pump and even how hung he was. I laughed at it all then said, “Look, I’m working now but what say I meet you under the Eiffel Tower on the strip in about (I glanced at my watch, getting a shock when I saw my slighter arm and the ladies watch) two-and-a-half hours?”
“Working, are you a pro?”
“What does that mean? Do I hook? Not in your dreams! I gamble for a living. And you are killing my buzz and driving me from the zone. So I think I’ll cash in, find another table and meet you at 4? I’m at the Palace, room 455, just come on in and bring a bottle and your cuffs!” Then I left trying to not laugh but trying to wiggle my hips to keep him interested. Whomever was staying in the room would have a rude awakening in a couple hours.
Walking to the next casino I realized, “I fake numbered him!” So many women had done that to me and now I know why. This is definitely an education and I determined to pay attention and not repeat my former mistakes.
I had to pee again and did better this time, though I couldn’t figure out how to keep the dress out of the toilet. In the end I pulled the hem over my head as I sat and had to move around until I could shoot into the bowl. Then I wiped, OUCH! My fingernails were a bit longer than before and there was a space between the new polish and the cuticle. I was still changing. I also noticed that my bra felt tighter, was I growing there too? Was the ‘thing’ continuing to work because I was acting like a girl?
I pulled the polish from my purse and touched them up as I sat there, wishing for a paper to read. Since girls never read in the bathroom, is this how they killed time while they voided? Then when done, I stood, let the auto-flush work and tried to drop my skirt without letting it in the toilet. Finally I left the stall and saw the other women look me over. It couldn’t be jealousy as a glance in the mirror showed them all to be prettier than me but as I washed my hands, I watched them apply their lipstick, took notes and redid mine… clumsily. They laughed at my attempts so to be bitchy I commented, “Do you feel ..confined when you buy a new bra? I think the girls need to run free for awhile.” And I pulled my dress off my shoulders and reached behind for my hooks. I couldn’t reach them which caused more snickers. Fuck! I slipped the straps off my shoulders, pulled the thing off my breasts, then to my waist. Then I rubbed feeling back into the globes and commented, “Hmm, am I finally beginning to sag a bit? No, still the same firm tits that I’ve always had!” then pulled my bra back up then my dress and left.
I laughed all the way to the floor where I could find another table and started to win some more.
Eventually I got tired, sleepy really, and cashed in and headed to my motel which was NOT Caesar’s Palace. A quick shower, my hair was a couple inches longer now and there was another small space between cuticle and polish, then collapsed in the bed and found the remote. My slightly larger boobs got in the way so I had to learn how to move without pinching them. Then I sat in a t-shirt and panties, the former from what I wore when I arrived and now stretched out in the front, the latter new and so I totaled up my deposit slips and counted my cash. I wasn’t solvent but I WAS out-of-debt! The gambling taxes I’d have to pay next year would be fantastic but another trip here would fix that.
I surfed the channels but finally decided that if I was a chick, I should see if it’s all that it’s said to be and soon realized that masturbation as a girl was a hell of a lot better than as a guy. I fell asleep exhausted but having more orgasms in that hour or so than I did in a lifetime.. and they were better too!