Bimbo Casino: The Complete Series (The Shining Spiral Saga) Read Free

girl who helped them up. He wanted her so bad. He wanted her . He couldn't stop imagining the curve of her body, the sliding motions of her legs beneath her tiny skirt.
    He came hard in his wife's pussy, dreaming of this other girl, almost-just-whispering her name: Delilah, Delilah, Delilah.
    * * * * *
    W aking up from their post-coital nap, Rosie stretched and slipped on a swimsuit and a loose blue dress. That was the best sex they had given each other in a long time. She was already quite the fan of this vacation—Jonathan's wandering eyes or no. When he was inside of her, she knew he was thinking about her—and certainly she must have turned him on. It seemed like some other force had been driving all his big, manly thrusts with his godly husband cock.
    Huh? Godly...husband...cock?
    Her mind still felt a little foggy from whatever had been in that peppermint. Dimly, she recalled standing in front of the television and feeling suddenly horny...but she didn't remember turning it off, and it wasn't on now. She must have dreamed that in her after-sex nap.
    It bothered her dimly that the peppermint had been some sort of drug—obviously it had been, with the reactions it produced. But at the same time, something deep and twisted just kept repeating about how it was all a good time. It was such a good time, being in this casino. So much fun.
    Have some fun, Rosie.
    She slipped down next to Jonathan's prone form and delivered a series of kisses on his forehead.
    “I’m going to have a dip at the pool, dear.”
    He rolled over sleepily. “That’s great,” said Jonathan. “I think I’m going to just rest here for a bit and grab a coffee, maybe look around at the games later on.”
    “Please,” she rolled her eyes just slightly. “Don’t you start calling them games, too. It’s gambling, plain and simple. We could lose money.”
    He sat up casually, hands behind his back. “Hey, they gave us three grand to blow. That’ll take me at least a month to work through with our budget. I think I’ll be fine.”
    Rosie laughed and nodded. Jonathan was so very responsible with their money. It was one of the things she loved about him—his responsibility.
    In the hallway, it struck Rosie how few guests there were. She didn't see anyone who didn't look like an employee, and while that lack was eerie, there was no lack of worker-bees humming around and attending to the interior.
    Instead of the elevator, Rosie took the stairs—an old habit furnaced by her love of fitness—and noticed through open doors that each floor had at least one pair of incredibly proportioned maids in those ridiculously revealing uniforms, happily singing and humming as they folded towels and put away laundry. As far as Rosie could tell, though, there really were no guests besides her and her husband.
    But, no, of course there had to be. Even if the hotel was still doing test runs, she and Jonathan couldn't be the only guests there. There had to be someone. Somewhere. The casino was just a large place, that was all.
    It was easy getting around the casino, though it took a strangely long time. She left the room at close to two in the afternoon, and by the time she made it to the pool, it was three forty-five. She kept stopping in the middle of hallways, closely examining the spinning spirals next to the signs. They were just...difficult to parse, that was all. There was so much to learn.
    She loved learning, though. She was so lucky the casino could teach her.
    She loved the casino already. She had learned that right away.
    Outside, the pool seemed empty at first—until Rosie noticed that was only because no one was in the pool. No one swimming, no one playing, no games of Marco Polo or Chicken Fight. Instead, everyone was laying out by the pool. All women. All busty, well-proportioned women with long waves of beautiful hair, holding small cocktails.
    Employees, perhaps?
    Rosie took a moment to set her towel and romance novel down at one of the pool