Rollin' at the Casino

I roll down the strip with a stash of 20's in my pocket. I've been rollin' drunks and collecting bottles all day, now it's time to make some smart investments. Freedom 21, days that is.

"Gimme a stack." I say to the dealer at the blackjack table, a pretty little number in a tight black skirt. "I want them all in $5's." That got her attention.

"A high roller eh? Well, I better treat you nice..." She pushes the stack of chips closer to me. As she bends down I catch a glimpse of her chest. Is she intentionally showing me her tits? Probably, I look pretty good in my red chucks.

With the dealer showing a 5 I look down at a 4 and a 7, "Double down baby." I state coolly, "and show me some paint." Bam! Jack of hearts. "Push me $9 sweet heart, keep a buck for yourself."

"Thank you sir." I can see her getting wet between the thighs, and I decide to take a pull on the Olde English I have in a bag under the table. The warm bitter taste rolls down my throat, and a little out the side of my mouth, if I had been wearing a shirt, it might had stained.

I say aloud to the table, "That's enough foreplay, let's finish what we started." as I push all my chips to the line I run my fingers through my hair, suave and sophisticated... Oh! I found a chicken wing!

With my $49 dollars straddling the line a long with my dignity, I can see a smile on the dealers face. If I win this, she's mine.

"21. Blackjack. Dealer wins" She sweeps all the chips off the table, and I am left penny less. With what pride I can muster I come up with something witty to say to the lady dealer.

"You stupid bitch!!! I'm gonna cut you!!! I'm gonna cut all of youse!!!"

As I'm escorted out by the security guards I poop in my hand and smear it on a patrons face. "Eat my misery!!! It tastes like peanuts."

Maybe next week... maybe next week.