Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 145

There's something empowering about being able to blow six digits worth of money at a high-end casino while being escorted around by four beautiful women. To top it all off, John handed me a slip of paper after leaving the poker table that had 'Sara' and a phone number scrawled across it in loopy blue ink. My mind was working a little slower than normal, so it took a moment to realize that Kylle had been the name of the blackjack dealer. Proud of my little trophy, I slipped it into my pocket before Ashlee could notice.

Erin had lost everything, Ashlee had almost lost it all, but had managed to make a comeback and had ended up with a little over twenty-thousand dollars. Shea was the only one who netted positive with an extra seventeen thousand on top of the original forty. I insisted that they both keep the money they were walking away with, and Shea immediately threw her arms around me and kissed me in full view of the other three. The kiss was nearly pornographic.

I expected Ashlee to be mad, but she was more inebriated than I was. She pointed at Shea and laughed, and when Erin looked at her askance, Ashlee said, "If someone gave me sixty thousand dollars, I'd make out with them too!"

She walked off, leaving Erin standing there looking scandalized. She ran after us yelling, "Hey boss! Can I borrow sixty thousand?" Shea burst out laughing as my group of girls and I left the casino and headed to the hotel's nightclub next door with the same name. We ran into Natashya and Emily at the entrance.

Emily was easily the tallest out of all the women and wasn't wearing heels. She wore a simple black slingback flat so she could maintain her 5'10" height. They matched well with the black halter dress she wore, it was simple with a strap that went around her neck like a collar and then out to her shoulders. It left a large window in the middle of her chest that left the tops of her large breasts exposed while holding them up beautifully. Her shoulders, arms, and back were completely exposed, showing off her fair skin that even I had to admit looked very enticing. Her dress was cut off just above the knees and had a slit on each of her thighs that stopped halfway up her hip. The front and back of the dress would have flopped around and shown her goods were it not for the silver loop stretched across each thigh holding them together. She wore a matching silver armband on her left upper arm and a bracelet on her right wrist. A pair of matching earrings dangled from each ear. Half her hair had been pulled up into a ponytail while the rest was left to flow naturally down her back in soft waves. She wore dark

eyeliner and mascara, had applied a fair amount of blush to her cheeks, and had dark burgundy lipstick on.

I was reluctant to admit it, but if she weren't my sister, I would have asked her to dance in a heartbeat. Emily had always dressed a little more conservative than this, and I could tell by the look on her face that she kept throwing me slightly uncomfortable glances. I suspected this was Natashya's work.

Speaking of the Devil, Natashya was a traditional, sexy little black dress with thin straps that slipped over her shoulders and crossed her bare back. The cups of her bra held them in place but left little to the imagination. It plunged down the middle, showing off so much cleavage and inner boob that I was surprised one of her tits didn't pop out when she tumed as soon as my sister pointed us out. The dress stopped two-thirds of the way up her thighs and hugged her curves magnificently, and as we approached, I could tell that the fabric around her midsection was sheer, showing it off magnificently. She wore heeled black boots and had all her hair piled in a high ponytail that gave her combination of normal hair and dreads an organized chaos. Like Ashlee, the way she wore her makeup made it look minimal, but the subtle hints that it was there seriously enhanced her natural beauty.

Natashya approached us, grabbing Erin's dainty fingers in her hands and spinning her around as she checked the petite girl out. "Oh my god, you look stunning!"

"Why thank you," Erin said once the spin was completed, curtsying in front of her.

Emily approached me. "Hey," she said sheepishly.

"Hey Em. You look terrific."

"Thanks. I don't normally do something like this, but Natashya Insisted."

"I... yeah," I said, truly at a loss for words. "You make it look really good!"

"Oh, Marcus!" Ashlee said, taking me by the arm. I looked down at her. "How about you get us inside? I'd love to dance."

There was a long line to get in, but the hotel manager let them know who I was and supplied me with a special VIP card. My six girls, four security guards, and I were escorted past the line and Into the club, which was already in full swing. Chandeliers hung from the celling, giving the place a 1930's feel, but the lights emitting from them were your blues, purples, and reds, spolling the old American feel. A long bar lined one wall with several bartenders behind it. Several couches were occupied by beautiful men and women leaning into each other to speak directly in their ears because the music was so loud. There were other couches, chairs, and tables on raised diases with brass banisters, which I assumed were some of the more expensive reserved spots. Sure enough, the person escorting us inside took us to one of the diases close to the dance floor.

The dance floor was in another room, and peeking through the large opening, I noticed it was decorated similarly to the room we first entered. There were a few more lounge chairs scattered around, a section for the DJ, and another smaller bar. The floor was expansive and was moderately filled with men and women bumping and grinding to some R&B and electronica mash-up.

The seven of us sat in our VIP section, and the girls immediately began pairing up and talking with each other. Natashya and Erin were casting glances toward the dance floor and talking with their faces close to each other; Shea and Emily were talking animatedly amongst themselves while Chloe maintained a cool interest in whatever they were discussing, but I noticed her eyes scanning the room several times. The guys kept vigil on the edges of the dias where we sat.