THE CASINO
by Master Ivan
Chapter 2
Rose owned a small cafe. To call it anything better than sleazy would be an injustice. She took it over reluctantly for the lack of any other opportunities. It lost money and threatened to take Rose down with it as it had the previous owners.
Rose had spunk. She gambled with the men, drank well, called her own shots in the bedroom and had seen most of what went on in most bedrooms. She was rumored to be 25% Apache Indian, and in spite of her bright red hair and pure white skin, most people believed it.
Desperate times required desperate actions. So she acquired an entertainment license for the cafe, paid off the right people and brought in nude dancing and topless barmaids.
For a while, it worked. Although the clientele got more raucous, she increased her business dramatically even while she doubled the price of drinks.
Naturally, the "Right people" wanted a bigger piece. And then a bigger piece. Soon, it seemed like she was back where she started and sliding rapidly downhill. Which led to the visitor from the local Chamber of Commerce, who, over brandies, presented to her a most unusual solution.
"Its simply called the 'Casino'. You'd work for six months, your debts would be paid off for a year in advance and you'd still return with a sizable amount of ready cash."
"Sorry, guy, but you can't expect me to believe this. Where's the catch?"
"First of all, the place is in the south Pacific. This rich, eccentric guy owns the whole island. People come by invitation only and pay top dollar to get in. But once they're in, almost anything goes."
"So what happens? Do I have to fuck the guests, or what?"
"Please don't be so crude. I've been assured you won't be turning tricks. In point of fact, you'll work as a dealer."
"And no funny business? How do I earn all that hard cash as a two-bit dealer?"
"I told you, its extremely exclusive and caters to the most affluent clientele."
"Well, I still don't believe it. But considering the pay scale, I'll think about it."
"Do that, Rose. And call me when you decide. But keep in mind--if you do not accept, your next payment is due in ten days."
Goodbyes were made quickly; he was gone in seconds. Two seconds after he was out of sight, she threw her snifter at the door.
Beyond being pissed off, she was curious. She was well-connected enough in town to catch wind of almost anything happening in the area. Obviously, there was a catch. He said she wouldn't "Turn tricks". But how could she earn so much without "Putting out", somehow? Her visitor was a cheat, a swindler and the worst kind of dirty politician. But for all his sins, she had never known him to be a bold-faced liar. She had to check this out.
Suddenly, screams started emanating from the dancer's dressing room. Rushing in, she found two of her feature dancers, Selina and Suzy, half naked, going at it tooth and nail, trying to destroy each other's prime business assets.
Rose, grabbing a handful of hair on each of them, pulled them apart, yelling, "What's this shit? Are you trying to get me shut down, or just put each other on the injured reserve list?!"
"She stole my favorite G-string!", Selina screamed, to which Suzy countered, "I found it right out on that bench, you dumb cunt!"
Rose's investigation only required enough time to see the lock which had been forced on Selina's locker and to have the obvious confirmed by the other faces in the room. Releasing Selina, she tightened her grip on Suzy's hair and dragged her, screaming, into her office.
"Alright, Suzy. Talk me out of firing you right now and throwing you out on the street dressed as you are." Since Suzy's entire costume at that moment consisted of one pair of microscopic sequined panties and a matching top with one breast-cup torn open, it was a threat to be considered carefully.
"I'm sorry, Rose, but she's always grabbing my stuff, and you never catch her. And she's got a mouth that's even bigger than her cunt!"
"Well Suzy, I'm tired of taking your shit and hers. This time, you got caught. So I'm going to teach you a bit of a lesson, hopefully one that will get you off your high horse."
Suzy was suddenly very afraid. In the past, she had seen Rose carry out her threats, not to mention taking a belt to the asses of girls who got too far out of line.
"Wh-what are you going to do?"
Taking out a leather thong, she said, "First, I'm going to tie your hands. Second, I'm going to remove what few clothes you have left. Third, I'm going to spank your ass until it looks a lot more serious about apologizing. Then, we'll see."
"You can't do that!"
"I can, and I will. If you'd rather not, there's the door."
Suzy was defeated. She broke down and started crying, hiding her face in her hands. Rose simply watched, holding the thong out in plain sight, tapping her foot impatiently.
"All right, you win!" Suzy extended her wrists out in front of her.
"Behind your back!" Rose was absolute; Suzy cowered in ever increasing fear.
Slowly, Suzy turned around, crossing her wrists behind her. Rose tied them quickly and tightly, bringing forth a painful gasp. Spinning her back around to face her, Rose grabbed the remnants of Suzy's skimpy dancing top and tore it from her body. She then ripped the panties from her, stripping her completely.
Still afraid, Suzy nevertheless maintained her sarcasm. "I suppose you want me over your knee?"
"No. Face-down on the couch."
With Suzy properly positioned, Rose sat on her, on the small of her back. From a pocket, she withdrew a short leather strap, a mere eight inches long, and fit her own wrist through its attached loop.
Rose swung. Hard. A vivid welt immediately sprung up on Suzy's ass.
"Aargh!! What the fuck are you doing to me?!"
Some fifteen or twenty strokes later, Suzy was broken, thoroughly welted and crying. "How the hell can I dance now?"
Rose got up and moved to the end of the couch near Suzy's head. She sat down and raised her skirt, revealing her naked pussy beneath.
"You'll dance beautifully. You'll be an exotic. A very submissive exotic. You don't understand this yet, but men are extremely aroused by the sight of welts on a girl's ass. If you show me the right attitude, I've got a nice little leather outfit you can dance in as soon as we're done here."
"You've already beat my ass and ripped up my old outfit! What else do you want?" Rose chuckled to herself at the possibilities, but stuck to her original idea.
She hoisted up Suzy's head by the hair, shifted her leg, slid toward her and lowered the girl's face into her pussy.
"Show me how sorry you are. Dorothea's act is just starting. Eat me to orgasm before she's finished, and you'll go on next, welts and all, in your new costume. Otherwise, use the door."
Suzy cried. She also did a brilliant job eating Rose's pussy, encouraged by little more than Rose's hands in her hair and an occasional stroke from the short lash.
When Dorothea's act ended, "Suzy the Slave" was introduced in a studded black leather micro-skirt, six-inch heels with ankle straps, a leather bra with openings for her nipples, and a locked-on three inch wide leather collar.
Beneath the skirt, a leather chastity belt was locked on which concealed sizable dildos penetrating both her ass and her cunt.
Watching her newly-converted treasure on stage, Rose knew that here, they were subject to police regulation; she could be sued or jailed for her treatment of Suzy.
But what about the Casino? Her contact had told her nothing. There, she would be only an entry-level employee. And who knows what her real duties might entail.
She sat and watched Suzy's well-whipped ass, double-plugged and locked up, waving its fresh welts at a growing crowd of aroused men. Surreptitiously, delicately, her fingers found their way to her own ass. And she wondered, "What about the Casino?" Indeed.
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