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

chairs in the shade. Most of the time, her pale skin burnt rather easily.
    “Can I get you a drink, ma’am?”
    Talking to Rosie was a tall drink of a man—a young rippling stud with sparkling white teeth and mammoth pectoral muscles. He had a name tag that read, “Philip.”
    “A water would be lovely, actually.”
    “All right,” the waiter clapped his hands. “Bottles of water are ten dollars.”
    Rosie was aghast. “ Ten dollars?”
    He smiled, shrugging sheepishly. The maneuver was startlingly handsome, just like all of him. “I know, right? Blame my boss. He’s trying to push our new drink, the Spiral Twist. Those are free from now until this evening.”
    “Free?” Rosie's interest was piqued. “Well, what’s in it?”
    He shrugged, his massive shoulders bulging together. “A little of this, a little of that.”
    “I meant—you know. Does it have alcohol in it?”
    “Oh, yes ma’am. It’s very popular. It'll make you feel fantastic.” He swept out a hand to the other ladies sitting in their pool chairs, each drinking the black and white drink liqueur
    “Oh, no thank you, then. It’s the middle of the day.”
    “As you wish, ma’am. But, it is free, and I haven’t had a complaint yet.”
    She made a face, trying to shuffle away from the sales pitch.
    “I tell you what,” he said, stepping close to her. His size dwarfed her entirely. “I really am supposed to try to get everyone to try one. If you’ll take just one, and you hate it? I’ll get you a bottle of water on the sly. How’s that?”
    His masculine, earthy smell only increased as he came closer. It was a heady scent, one that had Rosie almost swooning. Smiling, she nodded.
    “Sure,” she said. “That sounds fair.”
    “Thanks, babe.”
    He patted her on the ass and left to grab the drink. Rosie didn't even have time to protest that it was completely inappropriate for him to touch her like that—and when he came back, she was too busy wrestling with her amazed tongue—which had a sudden and definite longing to wrap itself around any part of his rippling torso that she could find—to form any kind of coherent response outside of a meek and slightly-curtsying “thank you.”
    That was unlike her. Normally she was quick to judge sexist behavior—and quick to call it out.
    Oh well. She was vacationing. This waiter, Philip, worked for the casino. He couldn't be all bad.
    She loved the casino.
    As soon as he left, leaving the drink in Rosie’s hands, two young girls—who looked about Rosie’s age, sat down in the row of chairs just behind her. She noticed them sitting, and noticed how incredibly attractive they both were, with their waspish figures and thick heads of glossy, shiny hair. Self-consciously, Rosie sat up straight.
    What if the waiter came back? She would have to look good somehow.
    That was an odd thought for her to have—an odd thing for her to worry about.
    Oh well. She took a little sip of her drink. It was like a malt—thick and tasting something like peppermint chocolate. There was some sort of milk inside, thick and creamy and warming her throat. The alcohol immediately had an effect on her, making her head feel slightly foggy and her whole body comfortably warm.
    The two girls behind her began to have the oddest conversation. Their voices were melodic, happy, and relaxing. Overhead, the spiral between the towers of the hotel continued to spin. Rosie couldn’t help but sip at her drink—so thick and delicious—and follow along with the conversation for a while.
    “I really, really hope I’m a good wife for my man,” said the first woman.
    The other voice was reassuring. “Of course you’re a good wife.”
    “I just know I have so many things to do for him.”
    “You’ll do all those things for your man,” the second voice reassured. “You want to do anything for your man.”
    Anything for her man. Rosie nodded slowly, looking up at the spiral overhead. Yes. Of course she would.
    “He’s a