Bimbo Casino: The Complete Series (The Shining Spiral Saga) by Nadia Nightside Read Free Book Online

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    Selene was painfully, omnisciently, omnipresently gorgeous. She was hard not to want—hard not to lust after, in fact. The lust permeated in him in a visceral way—he could practically feel her soft skin sliding under his fingers every time he glanced at her.
    “Mr. Falco, I’m sure you can understand my position. I’m here on orders. I have to follow my orders no matter what.” Her voice was a silky, hotly accented purr. Eastern European, he thought. She put a delicate gloved finger up to her delicately beautiful lips. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Perhaps you don’t understand. A man like you, so very much in charge of everything you see, probably doesn’t understand what it’s like to take orders anymore. Do you?”
    It was hard to focus on most anything she said when her tits were just flagrantly bursting out from her tiny little parody of a business suit the way they were.
    There was no other way to put it—the woman was a looker. She reminded him of the kind of woman he used to lust after when he was younger—much younger. The kind of femme fatale you would see on the screen, deadly and sexy at the same time. Her thick, voluminous hair fell down her back in a rich, chestnut wave. Her sensuously beautiful face young and somehow wise, as if she knew every thought that crossed his mind already when it came to looking at her—and what was more, she wanted him to think those dirty thoughts.
    The question wasn't whether she wanted him thinking about her on her knees before him, begging to attend his rod, but rather why she wanted that. Was it due to attraction, or (more likely) due to manipulation?
    Even if she was manipulating him, Falco had to admit he was enjoying it. The half-hard cock he boasted spoke to that. The attention was a nice change. It wasn't that he was a man who had trouble ferreting up partners for sex—or at least, he never had trouble before he was married. Ever since he had tied the knot, though, his thick head of dark hair and naturally athletic frame seemed all for naught, with his wife growing more apathetic by the day.
    This Selene was from the Shining Spiral, one of Vegas’s newest casinos. And, so far, it was one of the city's most effective casinos as well. Falco hadn’t heard a single negative thing about it—in fact, most everyone raved about the experience. It must have been raking in the dough.
    Falco didn’t get it. They had nothing for kids there, no shows. Just a hotel, a pool, and lots of gambling. It was a low-rent place—and yet it was already getting more than ten percent of the market share in Vegas. More than that, nobody seemed to leave with more than just lint in their pockets.
    Johnny Falco had built the Vegas Beach Casino from the ground-up a little over twenty years ago, starting when he was just a kid, no more than twenty years-old himself and not even legal to gamble on the Strip.
    It started with just cheap setting—the consumer had to do most of the work for the casino to believe they were on the beach. Plastic palm trees with shiny metal leaves, dirty sand brought in from the edge of the desert that Falco shoveled into the back of his small truck by himself, that sort of thing. The kind of decoration you might expect from a kid’s birthday party.
    For whatever reason, it was a hit—for a while. People loved the quasi-trashy feel of the place, and were more than willing to indulge in the cheap Hurricanes and Long Island Iced Teas he put on deep discount.
    But cheap drinks and cheaper décor only went so far. He’d had to upgrade, and upgrade, and upgrade again.
    All told, he had invested millions of dollars in his growing casino resort over the decades. Today, he had a fully operating beach on the ground floor—and one on the twelfth, twentieth, and thirty-fourth. Each one had regular waves of varying sizes depending on the time of day. No saltwater, of course. That would start degrading the building too easily. But people tended to