Wednesday, May 17, 2006

The $100 Chip (part one)

'Why did I think I would have a good time at the casinos by myself', I thought as I sat at the bar and took another sip of my Cosmopolitan.

Sure, the Sapphire Bar was snazzy looking, makes great Cosmos, and had talented bands, but it's more fun with a companion, preferably a male one.
What was I thinking?

The pink liquid in my martini glass had depleted so I smiled at the bartender and pushed my glass towards him.

Before more cool liquor could be served to me an older distinguished looking man sat down next to me. He politely smiled at me and said 'Good evening'.
When the barkeep served my drink, he asked the older stranger for his order.
'Cognac', was all he said.
'Of course', I thought to myself with a bit of cynicism.

Time passed as I nursed my drink, but I could feel his eyes on me. I turned towards him under the guise of wanting to watch the band play. Although he was older than me, maybe 50-55, he was youthful. He had stayed in shape, had short wavy salt and pepper hair, and icy blue eyes. I must admit that I curious, but I just wasn't in the mood to make that first move.

As the hour got later, the band slowed their music down. I swayed slightly on my barstool, partially because of the melodies moving through my body and partially because of the Russian Vodka pulsing through my bloodstream.
During a brief interlude in the music, the strange introduced himself:
'Hi, I'm Kevin....and you are?'
I extended my hand, which he shook warmly and just said, 'Debbie'.
'Well, Debbie, may I have the next dance?'

'I'd really enjoy that', I answered and we both headed for the dance floor. I was enjoying the polite manner and sophistication he seemed to possess, it was refreshing.
He not only was a good dancer, but I liked the easy way he held me. It felt good to be held by a man who was at ease with a woman. When the music stopped we returned to our spots at the bar. He gently guided me with his hand on the small of my back. I tingled and wondered if the heat I felt was from the cocktail or Kevin's hand.

He ordered another drink for himself and paid for another one for me. Our talk was small: where we were from, what we did, what had brought us to the casinos this evening and this particular bar. Somehow, it all didn't seem as boring as previous experiences discussion like this have.
Kevin started playing with chips that in the pocket of his jacket. I thought it was a nervous habit, but I was wrong. He took out a $100 chip, laid it on my hand and said:
'What will this get me tonight?'
A small gasp escaped me, almost instinctively. For a brief second I was insulted, being bought like a common whore. But, I could tell even after a brief time with Kevin that he was the type to disrespect a woman. I was interested, very interested on where this would go and it was all in my hands.

I leaned in towards him and whispered to him what the chip would get him:
'That gets you this whore's best blowjob-a Debbie Deluxe'
I took the chip and put it in my bra.
'I promise it will be worth it', I said as I looked deeply into his eyes, smiled, and stood up.

Kevin paid our tabs and we left the bar and headed up for his room.
Once up there I saw that he had a larger suite (unlike my usual, run-of-the-mill room), It included a great view of the bay and marina. I noticed lights on boats twinkling like stars. He put the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door, locked it, and took off his jacket. I put my arms around his neck, pushed my hips against his crotch, and kissed him deeply. It was so easy, he moved so well with me, his kiss was expert and enjoyable.

'I'm all yours Debbie, since I've never had a Debbie Deluxe', he said.

'It's your dime Kevin, it's what you want', I replied.
It was then that he confessed to me that it had literally been years since a woman had eaten his cock. Yes, he gave me his money, but the rest was up to me. I thought it was a pity that he hadn't felt a pair of lips on his dick in years. It made me want to give him the best blowjob I've ever performed.

I told him to on the couch, relax, and that I would take care of the rest.....

Next time: The Debbie Deluxe.


Suck Me said...

Bring the next one on. I can't wait. Great story!

Brian McNealson said...

Waiting in anticipation!!

N lemme know the next time u planning to hit a pub all by your self ;-)

drc said...

and...and, cmon' let us hear the rest you naughty girl!

Anonymous said...

I can't help it, I'm such a tease ;)