Hey Readers. This story is a non-magical, non-horror erotic story. I hope you enjoy it!
The Las Vegas airport never heard the word subtly. Slot machines clutter the waiting areas as if invasions from the casinos themselves. Allison walked beside me and between those slots. She cringed at an older couple cranking at the one armed bandits.
“Those machines are so antisocial,” she whispered.
That’s my Allison. Always out for the connection. It’s music festivals and spiritual retreats for her. Which is why it took so much convincing to get her to join me and another couple. Susan and her boyfriend Greg carried their matching luggage together. I’d known them since sophomore year of college. Allison and I met on a dating site for curious women.
“Poker is social,” I added. It’s my preferred way to play.
“Isn’t it a little adversarial, Rachel?” Allison said.
“But in a fun way!” I said.
I took my girlfriend’s hand. Her fingers intertwined with mine, making that familiar warmth. Her large, dark brown eyes, looked at me for an intense second. Allison was mystical, mysterious, and dangerous all at the same time. That’s what attracted me months ago. I’d never dated another woman before her. We’d been doing this for six months and we loved it.
“And there’s lots of other fun to be had here too, right?” she hinted.
“Yes. Clubs. Shows. We’re going to have a good time, I promise.”
The strip overwhelmed all of us as our rental van slogged through the traffic. We passed a casino that advertised dancers, gambling, and sex toys all under one roof. Allison smirked subtly at an advertisement for a porn star’s lessons in pegging video.
“Would you ever do that, Rachel?” she said.
“Do what?”
“Top a guy with a strap on dildo,” she said. “I hear it’s orgasms on a whole different level for him.”
“How so?”
“I wouldn’t let just anyone do that to me,” she said. “If I found someone ready to take it like that, then that’s pretty special.”
“Hmm.. Oh and I bet you’d feel like a complete boss bitch doing it too, right Allison?” I chided.
She blushed.
“Maybe that too.”
Our group made it to our resort hotel. Once in our room, we showered off the afternoon sweat together and reclined half dressed until the sun went down. Then, we hit the black jack tables. Allison played like her bets were her cover. She never made much more than the minimum, and chatted with Greg and Susan. We met other tourists there, and one local: An aspiring pro poker player by them name of Eddie Silva. I watched him for any subtle tells. I sensed he watched me in return. I fiddle with my bracelet when I anticipate a good hand. It’s lame. He had to have caught it, which is why I chickened out and folded. Eddie won.
“You’re good,” Eddie said. “This isn’t your first time.”
“Nope,” I smiled. Allison put her cards down, happy to be rid of the betting. “I’d go pro if I lived here. You better watch out.”
“Oh? You’d like another game?” he said. He indicated to a group clearing out a poker table right then. Oh, yes, I had to do this, especially after that fold. All I had to do was get rid of my stupid tell and I could clean everyone out.
“I think I’d like that,” I said. I turned to Allison and our friends.
“Allison?” I whispered. “Would you hold my bracelet? For like, an hour?”
“You’re not coming to the club?” she said.
“I am, but not yet,” I said. “I wanna see what I can do.”
“Okay,” said Allison. “See you in an hour?”
“Yes!” I said. We shared a quick kiss. “I won’t let you third wheel for long.”
She left to the club. I sat down at a poker table with a handsome local. Alone, and outnumbered, I readied myself to swim with the sharks. Let me tell you, it’s fun. Too much fun. Once I entered this poker shark head-space. It literally flows like I’m swimming. I watched the older Asian man eye my cleavage. Eddie Silva held his chin up ever so slightly when he was dealt that third card. Another woman, a charming British lady, looked jet lagged. Yes, I learned the tells. With no bracelet to fidget with, I noticed myself squeezing my feet together at the good hands. Eddie caught that tell too.
But then I caught one of his.
When Eddie gets confident, he lets down his guard and orders a drink. Then he stirs it.
The Asian man tried to buy his way out of a bluff, and fattened the pot. It forced me to put more in than I had planned, ignoring the buzzing of my phone. Eddie though wasn’t intimidated and the Asian man backed down like the sleepy Brit. It was down to me and Eddie in that last hand. I bluffed my way into a win. A huge one. Over a thousand dollars on my first night. You know what? I’d just beat a semi pro.
“She’s good!” said Eddie. “Let me get you something to celebrate that.”
“Sure! Umm…” I pulled my phone out of the purse. Shit. I’d been playing for almost two hours.
“I uh… I’m sorry,” I said. “I promised I’d only play for a single hour…”
Eddie looked hurt. The Korean man was disappointed too.
“You’ve all been great. Rematch soon!” I said. It hadn’t been the most gracious exit. Though dammit, I’d sorta broken a promise here.
It’s good to be a girl. It’s even better to be a girl with cash sometimes. There was the usual line of pretty people outside of a club, but I walked up to the bouncer and bribed him. “I have to meet my girlfriend,” I emphasized. He understood and let me through. Once past the door, the glitz of animated screens strobe lights beckoned me in. Shuffling around, I got my way to the bar and found my way to Greg, Susan, and Allison.
“Allison!” I said. “Oh my god! Top shelf on me right now, okay!”
“Yeah?” she said.
“Yes, come on!”
I told her how I totally killed it on poker. How I’d beaten a semi pro, and how I’d become flush with cash.
“Good. I’m happy for you,” sighed Allison. We ordered some fancy vodka drinks from the bar and then danced. Allison moved close enough to keep others away. Still, she didn’t really dance with me.
“Hey,” I said. I leaned into kiss her. Her lips touched in rote acceptance. “What’s up?”
“You said you only be an hour, Rachel,” she said.
“I know… but it happens. I got caught up in it,” I began. Oh god, no this wasn’t the right way. It was all over her eyes. Allison and I loved to dance, and I loved to dance with her. Though now we weren’t connected and it was my fault. “Allison… I’m sorry I broke my promise to you, not even one day into this trip and I’m messing this up.”
“Yes,” she said.
“You’re upset,” I said.
“You left me the third wheel,” she added. “Why?”
It’s far too hard to whisper shouts to each other’s ears like that. Allison and I moved to the restroom of the club. We had to talk it out in there, as awkward as it was. Listening about how she’d kept guys away embarrassed me. What made it even worse is that Allison knew that I loved to play and had supported me in it all night. She didn’t like how I would forget things, and forget her, when I’m swimming with the sharks at the table. It’s too good to become the master in a game like that.
“Okay, I’ve messed it up,” I said. “We’ll do something different tomorrow. I promise.”
Allison looked at me.
“Not quite,” she said. “We’ll do something different tonight.”
Allison held out her palm.
“Share some of the cash with me first,” she said.
“Okay…” I said. I placed several hundred in her palm.
“Okay, now let’s get a cab…” she said.
Leashing me with her pace, Allison led me out of the maze of the casino, into a cab, and into the sex shop we had passed by before. Exploring toys didn’t take much time for her. She picked out a few things by intuition alone. My cash left Allison’s hands, and then she took us back to our hotel. We held hands the whole ride back. When she kissed me in that ride, it assured me our spat was resolving.
Entering the hotel room made both of us wet, and Allison’s brown eyes focused on me. She tugged at my dress in a way that felt like a command. One I obeyed. We made out right there in the hallway, getting a feel for one another’s body heat.
“I want you naked,” said Allison. “Will you do that?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Get on the bed then,” she said. “While I open the toys.”
“Which ones?”
“I’ll choose,” she said.
I stripped myself. Allison tossed a blindfold mask at me. I put it on and lay there to the sound of tearing, cracking, and snipping of plastic containers. Touching followed those sounds, as did a shift of weight on the bed. Allison lay on top of me, the cups of her bra touched my bare nipples.
“We’re going to play now. I’m going to give you something new,” she said.
“Okay,” I sighed.
“Turn over for me.”
On my belly, I gave my hips to Allison’s control. Spanking whapped hard on my ass. Both cheeks were clenched in turn, then a cold drip of something came down towards my hole. Something pressed to it. It stretched my hole open, painful at first, then I relaxed against its pressure and it felt so nice.
“Oh god, Allison,” I said. “What is that?”
“Me plugging your hole,” she said. “You like that?”
“Yes!”
“Good,” she said. “Next toy is for me. Open wide.”
I did. The next thing that entered there had the familiar shape of a penis. Allison affixed it in place with straps around my cheek and a solid buckle round my head.
“Feel this?” She took my hand and placed it over my gag. A dildo extended upwards. I muttered yes through my restraint.
“It’s a cock,” she said. She dripped lube onto it, and some trickled to my chin. “I’m going to ride your face, Rachel. You like that?”
I nodded. Everything remained dark under that blindfold. Rocking moved the mattress while Allison took position. Oh that scent! The wetness of her pussy hovered near my face. Then, she inserted that dildo into her sweet smelling self. I pressed up, pushing in and out of my lover’s pussy. Allison moaned and winced for it, enjoying the penetration.
“That’s so good, Rachel. Keep moving,” she sighed. “I like having my pussy over you like this…”
Allison took it more and the heat of her juices simmered over me. “I’m going to ride it now,” she gasped. She guided my head down, and then started thumping her hips down hard. She pleased herself on top of me, and I endured the drips of her pussy’s sweet moisture. Dominating me thrilled Allison. I could tell because the sounds she made I’d never heard before. It made me hot too, and when she orgasmed, I clenched against that plug. I literally had no idea I’d like it that much!
Allison rolled off from me. Panting in my ear, she cuddled next to me. Then she undid my blindfold and gag. She overwhelmed me with a series of kisses at my neck and then locked her lips to mine and we touched one another’s tongues. Her fingers caressed my pussy lips, and I exhaled in release.
“Are you ready for the next toy?” she said.
“You got more?”
“Just one more,” she said. She got up and got out of the last of her underwear. She grabbed a huge magic wand vibrator, its pulsating bulb large enough for us to share. My legs opened and we scissored. We held that pulsing vibrator between us, dizzy with lust. That vibe on my pussy brought me to another level thanks to the plug in my other hole. We pressed our hips together and struggled to keep hold of our vibrator. After climaxing more and more, we fell over exhausted.
“Rachel,” she said as we cuddled. “You won’t forget about me again will you?”
“How could I?” I said.
“Good.”
We slept until the afternoon and then took a lunch out with Susan and Greg at an above ground pool. Swimming, splashing, and simply sun bathing turned out to be the perfect way to pass the afternoon Vegas heat. I got a text message during that time. It was from Eddie.
“Who’s that?” said Allison.
“It’s umm…” I was tempted to hide it but no way. “It’s Eddie. The guy I played with. He wants a rematch soon.”
“Oh?” said Allison. Her eyes still hidden behind sunglasses.
I read the next few texts. An local channel amateur poker night would be shared online later. He had brought in to the game with a friend, who got sick and now there was an extra slot. I touched my chest, sensing my heart beat faster.
“You want to do this,” Allison said.
“I know, but I promised you that we’d see Steampunk Whimsy Burlesque tonight,” I said.
“So tell him,” said Allison.
The next text I wrote was more for Allison than for Eddie. I told him that I’d be out with my girlfriend, and we definitely had tickets. We knew the show would last until nine at least that night.
“I wish I could go, but I have a commitment,” I finished my text. Allison smiled back at me for posting that.
There was a pause on Eddie’s end.
“Come to the early game then,” he replied. He shared the location. Same Casino where Steampunk Whimsy would be performing.
Allison read the message too. I definitely wanted a chance, and she knew that.
“I want you to have fun,” she said. “Will you do something to keep me in mind though?”
“Anything, Allison,” I said.
Allison motioned for me to follow to the shower room near the pool. She guided me to a stall and we soaped away the chlorine from our skin. Focused on her, we enjoyed the steam and I was ready to have sex with her and get caught if necessary. She pushed me away.
“Hold that thought,” she whispered. “Can you turn around again? Put your hands on the wall?”
“Like this?” I posed like a suspect in a cop show.
“Yes!”
Allison left the shower and returned. I dared not move. Tickling lube slipped down my tail bone, and Allison pushed a finger in. Next? I gasped as the plug stretched me once more.
“Oh!” I whimpered. “You had that handy?”
“Kept it in my purse,” Allison replied. “Thought we might need it. Are you focused?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Okay,” she said. “Go down on me now.”
She hardly needed to ask me. I squatted before her in that tiny stall. Her hips bucked forward to me and I tasted my girlfriend. Allison’s face beamed with pride and contentment as I worked my tongue up and down her outer lips. She moaned softly when I suckled at her clit. Before long, we heard whispering outside our stall of other women coming in, and neither of us cared. I penetrated Allison with a finger and coaxed more pleasure with each curl. Allison gasped, suppressing her orgasmic cries, and she came right there in that hot shower.
Later, I made it to the early game, with Allison’s support. You know what? Playing poker at a casino is one thing. Playing with an audience around the table and some cameras on you is a whole different level of intensity. I wonder, if that had been the actual reason why Eddie had invited me to play here. Examining him for any signs taught me nothing, and so our game began with two other amateur players. My mind slipped into the flow of the game. Betting and calling came as natural as every breath. No bracelet of mine provided tells them time either, and the pot grew fat. Nothing except the game mattered, and my world became no larger than that table. Even the cameras faded from my conscious mind.
That’s when my butt plug buzzed. I let out a sharp puff of air. Eddie glanced at me for a nanosecond. Dammit, in that moment I forgot what I was doing. The pulsation changed. Instead of a steady buzz, it now turned on and off with the rhythm of a bass drum. What distracted me most, was how it aroused me.
I pushed more chips into the pot, but why? Oh man, my cards! I didn’t think I could go forth with a hand like this and Allison didn’t even tell me that the plug buzzed.
“Alright, I’m still in,” said Eddie. The next player didn’t fold either. We revealed our cards.
Stupid. My hand was so weak it was easily beaten. Eddie collected the wins, and a clock struck for a break. The other players cleared the table and I sat there dumbfounded for a few seconds hiding my lustful reaction to Allison’s buzzing.
In the break area I went to Allison, not sure if I was to beg her to remove the plug or vibe me until I orgasmed. Frustrating.
“Allison,” I said. “I… I didn’t know it could do that.”
“It’s fun,” she said. “I saw you liked it.”
I blushed.
“I lost that bet though!” I said. “It took me out of my flow. I can win this Allison, please no more, okay?”
“Can you remember me when you’re flowing?”
I was stunned by the bold vulnerability in her face, and even more shamed when I knew the answer to that question. If I’m playing there, I’m forgetting everything. I’m forgetting to keep promises and likely going to forget that we’re going to see Steampunk Whimsy tonight. I might lose this damn game, and on camera too.
“I may need a reminder,” I said. My breath grew heavier, like I wanted her to strip me and put a vibrator on my pussy once more.
“Then we’re keeping it in.”
My next round began as the first. Eddie sensed something different in me. It’s one thing to discard the things you may fidget with. It’s another to prepare yourself for a spike in anal pleasure. The first few hands were tepid. None of us were getting ahead, then I noticed Eddie watching the other two players like a gunslinger. He had something, and waited to use it.
Or he was baiting me? I didn’t know.
That’s when the buzzing interrupted my flow again. This time, I accepted it, exhaling evenly, in time with waves of those beautiful vibrations. Then, fuck, Allison changed the pattern once more. Shaking, I put more money in the pot. Oh god, all I wanted to do was win and then come, but in that order. Clenching my core against the pleasure, I kept my best poker face despite the excitement within.
I was wet. I held my thighs together which only clenched on the plug harder.
“Rachel? You in?” said another player.
I looked to my hand, and hid my confidence.
“I’m in,” I replied in a breathy tone.
“It’s only a game, Rachel,” said Eddie. “Don’t let the cameras get you nervous.”
“It’s a pretty hot game though yeah?” I said. “Let’s make it hotter.”
I pushed over more chips. That’s when a surprise orgasm made me trickle. I must have been blushing with lust. It was everything I could do to suppress a moan, and maintain a placid face.
“Oh… really?” said Eddie.
“Yes.”
With that, all players showed their cards. One of the other players hid his face in dismay. Eddie smiled ear to ear at his flush. Me and my weaker hand failed to beat him. The orgasming still pulsed in my body, and I couldn’t care.
“You’re taking this loss well,” said Eddie. “You’re a damn good sport.
“Thanks,” I said.
“Another round?”
“I’m good,” I sighed.
“Really?” said Eddie surprised. “Well, until next time you’re in Vegas.”
Allison took me aside.
“You did good,” she said.
“I lost,” I sighed.
“Not that,” she said. “You did a good job concealing your orgasm.”
I blushed a little.
“What makes you think I orgasmed?” I teased.
Allison touched her phone and the vibrations teased me again. I whimpered, trying to maintain my poker face before her wild, dark eyes. She tugged me in for a kiss. It was a tease, but damn it got me so hot.
“We’re going upstairs, otherwise, I’m ripping you naked right here,” she purred into my ear. Heat swelled in my ribcage and I followed her.
I might have let her fuck me on that card table. Certainly would show the poker sharks who is really winning. Instead, Allison had me by the hand and by the backdoor buzzing all the way up to our room. Fuck. The thirst for her sweet lips on my pussy had me short of breath with every step. Wasting not a single moment, Allison held me, spun me around and tossed me to the bed. I shimmied out of my clothes and she stripped herself. I then welcomed her succulent, soft, hot mouth onto mine.
Then she set that buzzer to the strongest setting ever.
“Allison!” I cried out.
“Yes, Rachel,” she said squeezing my bare breasts in her hands.
“You’re so good,” I said. “Please fuck me. I wanna come with you again.”
Begging enlivened her and she pushed her tongue deep into my mouth.
“We’re going to trib now, Rachel,” she said, fubmling out for a toy. She presented a wand to me with a smirk. I whimpered at it and spread my legs. Allison activated the wand and its pulsations landed on my pussy. She pressed it to hers and panted in exuberance at the sensation. I lay there at her mercy, taking that unceasingly tight and overwhelming pleasure at both ends. Allison grinded against the toy. Her torso arched to the side and her hair flung over her face as she writhed in indulgence with me. She grunted, tightening her leg against my torso. No mercy did I get, even as I struggled to suppress my own rising orgasm for her.
Allison let out a percussive grunt, then a breathy, quivering moan. I couldn’t hold back with her if I tried. My climax exploded in my hips and jolted through every muscle. With my arms wrapped to her tense leg, I enjoyed my climax with hers until we both lay back and gazed at the room. I swear, it felt like it was swinging.
“Damn,” said Allison.
“Yeah.”
We said nothing more. Allison withdrew the plug and then I curled next to her, my head on her breast and her hand on my cheek.
“Are we forgetting something?” I said.
“Huh?”
“I took the early poker because of that show right?”
Allison breathed in thought for a moment.
“Right!” she said in sudden recollection. “The steampunk show. Yeah… let’s get ready soon.”
I finally finished my book after a stroke of wild inspiration: what if an exhibitionistic anarchist developed an obsessive fixation on a futa cop? After writing the story, and gathering feedback from friends, I did what any aspiring author would do—I sat on the manuscript for about ten months.
