It was hard to tell how old she was because of the makeup and false eyelashes, and the extra hundred pounds or so she was carrying. She wore a tight mini skirt, black mesh hose, and high heels, that to be honest, for a woman her size, she walked extremely well in. Her abundant breasts were barely contained by the low cut, gold sequined tank top. I saw her eyeing the black chips in front of my player, and sure enough, they were enough of a bait to lure her to the table.
“Want some company?”, she asked coyly, taking the empty seat beside him.
“I’m playing.” He didn’t look at her.
“I can bring you some luck.” She told him.
“Yeah, I see that.” He said, as I picked up his losing bet.
“Where you from?” He didn’t answer. She was going to have to work a little harder than that.
“You don’t look like you’re having much fun here.” She touched his arm. “I could make it more fun for you.”
He kept his eyes forward, focusing on his betting spot. He was not interested. I looked over my shoulder and tried to get the floorperson’s attention, she was busy with another guest. Working girls are a part of Vegas. If their company is welcomed, then that’s one thing, but when it’s not, they just got to go!
I dealt a seven and a four to his three hundred dollar bet, I was showing a five.
“Ooh baby!”, she squealed, “That’s a double down!”
Ignoring her, he placed three more black chips beside his bet. “Face down.” He instructed me. I turned over a six, and drew an eight to my eleven, nineteen to beat. I paused before turning over his card.
“Ooh! Ooh!” She stood up. “”You want to touch one for luck!” She pulled her gold tank top down rapidly, allowing huge tattooed breasts, with nipples the size of side plates, to spill onto the edge of the table.
“No thanks.” He answered calmly, and without taking his eyes from the cards. “I didn’t bring gloves!”