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Casino Club Candy (RocketGirl x Darklaz)

"You drank that quite fast. You might wish to give it a chance to settle."he suggests as he frowns.
"Getting sick could spoil the evening for both of us, sweetheart "
 
Samantha felt it rush to her head, feeling a little headspinny to say the least, but she had been promised so much more to do, and was excited to see what more was in store. She stood, quickly regaining control of her faculties, but was a little more willing to roll with it than her earlier self, even if that was possible.

"C'mon!" she said "Let's go!"
 
"I think it is time for your bed. After a cool shower first, of course."
he steers her toward the private elevator and grumbles about lightweights
 
"Aww ... that's no fun!" She said with a sigh. She knew it was late in the evening, but she really did want to explore the premises a little more. She didn't argue too much, mostly because he was kind enough to put her up for the week, but it really did seem like a little let down. But she shrugged her shoulders and went along with it anyway.
 
"Best to get you in your rooms. You really should have had something to eat with that one.
If you need it, I can help you with the shower." he offered, thinking this was the perfect opening for some 'quality time' with her.
 
Sammie, may have been impulsive, perhaps a little more overtly sexual, than most girls. But it didn't come without a sense of childlike immaturity, which could get on some people's nerves. She took everything as it came, enjoyed life for what it was and what it could offer her, even if she was occasionally shrewd about it.

Her vision was slightly blurred as the alcohol began to kick in a little, giving her a warm feeling also. Perhaps he was right, it was time for her to call it quits. Shame though, she really wanted to see what else he had to offer in the casino.

"But ..." she stammered, trying to argue against him a little, stamping her foot down in mock protest.
 
Once they were in the private elevator, Alexander pushed his niece up against the wall.
"Little girl, my patience and restraint only goes so far. I am sorely tempted to teach you a lesson here and now.
I can get away with just about anything, as this building belongs to me.
So," he growled in her ear, "how do you want things to go?"
 
Sammie gasped. He had been so nice to her up until this point, so caring. His caresses were soft and loving. But this was something else. His change in demeanor caught her off guard, her palms pressed against the cool mirrored and metal wall of the elevator. She felt like she had been led into the lions den, and he was not impressed with her. She wondered how the rest of this trip was going to go, as she tried to hold back the tears that were welling up in the corners of her eyes.
 
Alexander leaned in and stole a rough kiss, branding her mouth.
"Listen Samantha. I am not a nice or good man. I run casinos and gentleman's clubs.
You are a very beautiful little flirt and a bit of a tease. Keep this up, and you will very shortly pay the price."
 
"I... I don't mean to be." she said. Sammie could taste the alcohol on his breath, and could feel the stubble on his cheeks. She was more taken aback for different reasons however. She was a carefree girl, but that had been her first kiss, and it had been from a relative. A distant relative. But a relative nonetheless.

She rubbed her mouth slightly, looking down at her feet in her youthful ensemble, her blonde curls cascading over her shoulder.

"S...sorry"
 
"You are a beautiful girl, and will likely grow to be a heartrendingly beautiful woman.
I am very attracted to you." he said, tilting her chin gently. "I would prefer to ease you into your adult education.
Keep pushing my buttons though, and you are likely to land in the deep end of the pool."
He gently kissed her this time, making love to her mouth.
 
She wasn't entirely sure what he meant, his lips continually making contact with her own. She liked swimming, and was quite a strong swimmer. 'What would be so bad about the deep end of the pool?' she thought to herself. Her naivety knew no bounds. She wasn't quite sure about his method of punishment at the moment however, even after she explained that anything she was doing wasn't intended, they were just consequences of her personality.
 
"Sweet little Samantha. Do you truly wish to learn what it is to be a woman?
I can teach you and show you heights you have never imagined."
he offered as he nibbled her earlobe and neck, one knee spreading her legs gently.
 
His teeth were getting involved now. It didn't hurt, so she didn't see any need to rebuke him. There was an odd twisting in the pit of her stomach. One that she decided to ignore readily. As his knee opened up her stance, she allowed it, her skirt riding higher on her thighs. The position was a little uncomfortable, but she decided not to say anything, especially considering how cross he had gotten with her beforehand.
 
"Oh god, Samantha. If you don't stop me, I will take you here in this elevator."
The bulge in his slacks was quite noticeable as it pressed against her.
"You are ready, capable and ripe. But gods, how I want to just lock the door to my suite for the rest of the night.
Join me in my rooms? I promise there is much more in there than in even the best guest suite"
 
Sammie wasn't sure what he meant by that, as he was the one that had taken her to the elevator in the first place. Everything he said confused her a little, as she was always such a literal girl. Unprotected from all the sarcasm and double entendre in the world.

"Sure ... I guess. I'll have a shower and get into my jammies and come see you for a bit."
 
"You have no idea how you tempt me, little one. Trust me, if you do come to my suite tonight, you will not need your pajamas.
What were your parents thinking sending you to me of all people?"
 
"Of course I need my jimmie-jams silly" She said, lightly tapping him on the shoulder. "I can't sleep in my clothes!"

She wondered to herself why her father had sent her here as well. Was she really that much of a burden that the rest of the family couldn't put her up for a week. She knew she thrived on others' company, but this distant a relative?
 
Alexander's eyes flew open.
Looking at his niece, he caught her attention.
"Samantha, are you truly that innocent?
The invitation would normally have been understood as clothing not nec...a...ssary?
Oh dear God! You had no idea what was going on, did you?"

He backed up, letting her go without warning. Groaning, he exclaimed" Your father probably figured you would be my downfall."
 
"Clothing's not necessary?" She said in a certain level of confusion. She only ever didn't wear clothes when in the shower, or changing from one outfit to the next. She just shrugged her shoulders with a smile, looking up at Alexander with her gorgeous hazel eyes.

"I don't want to be your downfall. I'm not that mean."
 
"Not you, angel. Your father. He would have used you to bring me down. We never did get along much. But for him, it was your mother. She showed interest in both of us. More so for him. It was obvious to everyone but your father that he was the one she wanted.
Sleep in your own bed tonight, Sammie. And come talk to me in the morning."
 
She shrugged her shoulders. "Oh ... uh ... okay. But I thought we were going to do something fun tonight. ... Uncle Alex ..." She said, a sweet smile still across her face. Alexander's confession felt pained, and raw. It seemed a stark contrast to what he had been like just moments before.

She looked at herself in the brassy reflection in the elevator, her hair dishevelled, her skirt hiked high, her cotton panties showing up from underneath. She thought she looked a mess, perhaps that shower was more needed than ever.
 
"We were, sweetie. But Uncle Alex also thought you were a little more mature.
Sleep on it, angel. If you are still curious and adventurous in the morning, we will discuss it."
 
Sammie seemed a little dejected, it seemed that every time she was going to get to do something else, her 'immaturity' was brought up. She seemed to think that perhaps she wasn't as worldly as she had been led to believe in the past. The Elevator dinged at it's destination, the doors opening wide to a lavish hallway.

She sighed. "I just wanted to play a little ..."
 
"Samantha dear, talk to me in the morning.
If at that time you think you know what is possible, then Uncle Alex will be happy to be your playmate."
He kissed her lightly on the lips.
"Good night, angel."
 
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