Shark and Whale (Wave and Perversion)

[WaveVelour]

Late in the night, neon signs brightly advertised the infamous dive bar in town. A shady place on a lawless, forbidding corner of the misty city. Most of the buildings along the sides of the road contained shady business where hefty bribes made sure the cops stayed away from questionable practices. Oddly named bar, Sizzling Fork, stood tall as the base of operations of the rising mob. Unlike its competitors, leader of the gang it housed lacked the menacing looks and physical strength. It was a woman who pulled the strings of the said mob. Through usury and gambling, she had made a small fortune to conduct her shady businesses. Despite being quite a notorious place, the amount of money that circulated atop the gambling tables also made it an attractive venue.

Once inside, the main hall was divided into two fictitious parts. While one side included the main bar and several pool tables, the other was mostly reserved for gambling activities, the main event being the poker games which welcomed many high rollers. Rooms on the upper floor were all closed to the visitors, where the operations were discussed and orders were given, basically the management of the gang. The boss’ room was also there, where she usually sat while her visitors enjoyed the place and her minions made sure everything went smoothly. A few knocks on the said office’s door asked for permission to enter. A suited man stepped in, saluting the boss with a subtle nod.

“Yes?” Candice asked. The man sucked smoked from his cigarette before reporting to his lounging boss.

“C, your late appointment has arrived.” The thug explained. He stubbed his smoke out in an already full ashtray, the remaining fog of smoke dancing under the dim light. “You wanted to attend to this one personally?” He asked.

“Mmm yeah… It is a curious rendezvous. Send him here.” Candice’s lips stretched in a cunning smile. Her inviting legs crossed at the ankles on top of the desk, there was an alluring view to her form. Below her short skirt, two pairs of suspenders sunk into her soft thighs while tightly supporting her ornate stockings. She definitely didn’t shy away from displaying her curves. On top, a long sleeved striped shirt, that matched her skirt, offered a generous cleavage and hinted at the lace of her bra. Certainly an inviting look that her thugs somehow learned to ignore. “Actually, I believe I will come downstairs myself.” Candice lowered her shapely legs from the table they were stretched upon.

“Sure.” The man simply responded.

Soft hands of the woman rose up to her head to correct the fedora hat she wore, which matched the dark violet color of her outfit nicely. Her legs moved leisurely as she paced out of her foggy office. While she walked downstairs, the place was already closed, housing no customers at this late hour.

 

[Perversion]

Harvey frowned as he looked down at his hand, the surface of the coffee a wash of ripples as the cheap styrofoam cup shook. He wasn't usually this nervous, he didn't shake and tremble all the time and was doing a pretty good job of hiding it now, but he wasn't completely able to shake off that bad feeling with this one. Many times, more than he could count he had been in a similar situation, racking up tens of thousands in debt and then moving on to a new city. A shave, new clothes, dyed hair and even fake glasses once or twice to go with his fake passports. Harvey made this into an art, ducking out oh his debts but the game last night...he was in way over his head.

He hadn't done his research, he'd heard about the poker game late and was 20 grand in the hole before he knew it, that bitch who liked to follow him around whenever he ditched a town had been there again, smirking at him as she'd won all his money. Angry, he'd taken a loan, another 20 from the pit boss and she'd taken that too...only then had he learned who owned this casino, this game. He didn't even know her name, nobody did, but she had a reputation for finding people who tried to duck out on the bill. Rumour was she was a big player in the mob, other rumours said she was the mob. There was no running this time.

He was leaning against a roulette table when she entered, and he corrected himself, standing bolt upright. The woman was impressive, Harvey himself was a little over 6ft tall, lean but powerfully built, toned. He had those soft blue eyes that turned a smokey grey in the right light, black unkempt hair that nobody could tell if he tried to tame it or not and the soft fuzz of potential facial hair. In his sharp black suit and colourful ties he could be impressive, intimidating even.

She was much more intimidating.

He placed down his coffee immediately, doing his best to keep his voice even. "Hi, you must be the owner of this fine casino, it's a pleasure to meet you!" He had his hand extended already and was fighting to keep his gaze on her eyes and not lower it. He needed respect, checking her out would be foolish. He talked fast, clearly nervous and the caffeine hadn't helped. "Name's Harvey, I'm sure you already knew that, you're the boss around here after all, right? You sure do look the part, every bit as lovely as I'd heard you were."

He gave a sheepish grin, he talked too much under pressure and he knew it, like it would get him out of anything. "So that was a hell of a game last night, such a bad beat...but I'm very grateful to you for loaning me the cash. Now...slight problem." He swallowed a little as he prepared to tell her. "I don't have it all, yet. But I'm good for it! I have 5 grand with me and it shouldn't take a couple more days, maybe a week to get the last 15!" He was toying with his tie clip as he spoke, another nervous habit. He just hoped she could be reasonable.

 

[WaveVelour]

If she didn’t know better, Candice would have thought the sleek man as one of her promising investors. He certainly didn’t have the looks of a person who had up to his blue eyes in debt, but a wealthy businessman. That being said, it wasn’t the first time she saw the downfall of her guests. Her place was infamous for its questionable methods to collect its debts. So far, none had managed to get away with unpaid bills. If they didn’t have the resources in cash, there were always other ways to pay instead.

Under the right circumstances, Candice had learned that the gambling and loan sharking could bring more money to the table than lowly petty crimes and theft. Her casino performed a different kind of stealing, it wasn’t just as pronounced as taking one’s wallet in a dark alley. Unknowing to most of her guests, letting them win small amounts was an old tactic to encourage them to lose more. A pretty well known gambit, surely someone like Harvey knew pretty well. Maybe he was just too distracted by one of the other players last night to make smart moves, or too busy staring at a tempting cleavage, but in the end, even the experienced gambler had made the mistake of taking on a high debt from the casino.

A cunning smile decorating her pretty face as usual, the mob lady always had an almost disturbing hospitality, although the concerning rumors surrounded her. Beginning her career with small cons, she had never been a woman that carried a gun. Obviously not being a physically imposing individual, her power came from her position. When she had so many men carrying out her deeds, she really didn’t need to throw a punch either.

“Oh yeah… I’ve heard you had an unlucky night.” Under her long eyelashes, her warm glances penetrated the man’s chill eyes. His complaints regarding the woman’s loveliness ripped a few smiles from the surrounding henchmen. Regardless of the situation, Candice always adored getting compliments though. “I’m touched.” Her smile extended across her red lips. I prefer the manager, but you can say that.” She confirmed to be the boss. “I apologize. I wasn’t able to personally attend to the games last night, but I’ve been told about the breathtaking rolls of yesterday.” While sounding soft spoken, the woman didn’t accept the man’s handshake for the moment. A simple nod given to his men ordered them to proceed with the usual routines.

One of Candice’s man approached the handsome gambler from behind, putting his rough hands on the man’s sides, patting his dark jacket while searching for any possible weapons he might have carried with him. “Excuse my security apprehensions, but as you would surely understand I have to deal with all kinds of folks here.” Candice continued, while the henchman performed a rough body search. After checking his pockets over his clothes, he bluntly grasped the gambler’s inner thighs. Curling his man between Harvey’s legs and checking his package in midway. In the meantime, Candice kept her conversation. “I’m afraid 20 grands is what you loaned. 30 is what you owe.” She mentioned the unfair interest she forced upon her guests. The gambler didn’t know yet, but he actually had no debt to pay as the amount was already unexpectedly paid by another person.

“Clean.” The guy simply confirmed.

“I am Candice.” The woman finally introduced herself. She offered her soft hand as well, back of it facing the ceiling, a basic cue for a gentleman. “I trust you are unaware of the unanticipated events about your debt?” Under her hat, the lady raised her thin brows.

 

[Perversion]

Harvey had to admit, he was pleasantly surprised by the woman before him, and more than a little relieved as she started to speak. He'd heard she was beautiful, but that could have easily just been hyperbole, she had such a dangerous reputation that who would dare call her ugly out loud without knowing for sure who was listening? That definitely wasn't the case, she was beautiful, in any other circumstance he'd be hitting on her already but he was still surrounded by her men. While she didn't seem threatening, they certainly did.

"Yeah, talk about unlucky, sometimes you just can't catch a break you know? Whatever, I'm already over it but of course I couldn't just leave you high and dry without paying my debts, what kind of person would I be?" He smiled, a little more at ease than he had been. "It wasn't really my fault anyway, it was an old friend...likes to mess with me in these places sometimes but no matter, I'm here to work out a deal anyway!" Another nervous laugh. The guards were starting to make him uneasy again. "30???" He looked worried for a moment but calculations were already happening, he could stretch 30 in a few weeks but then he was getting the hell out of here. "Okay, a little steep but business is business right? I can maybe swing that if you could give me another week or two..."

He visibly flinched as the guards approached him from behind, but Harvey knew better than to fight against him, helping be parting his legs a little and holding his arms up. "Nah I get it, can never be too careful around strange men right?" His brow furrowed a little when his manhood was cupped during the search, he'd never had that happen before but he wasn't going to bring it up now. When the search was over he happily took her hand, lifting it just a little and bowing at the waist to lower his lips to the back of her hand, a soft kiss. He'd done this dance before, wasn't his thing but when in Rome...

"It's a pleasure to meet you Candice, it truly is, and thank you for the opportunity to speak with you in person about this. Umm...unanticipated events?" He looked exactly as he was, confused. "Is something wrong? It's definitely still 30, right? I don't know if I can afford more." Something was weird here...he always had a good sense for danger and right now Harvey knew something was up but he didn't dare try to run.

 

[WaveVelour]

Although the owner of the place listened to her guest’s docile statements with a warm smile across her soft lips, this was hardly the first time hearing that kind of excuses, and she already knew very well in what kind of degrading situations those types ended up being in the end of the day. Throughout the conversation, Candice kept giving the man small confirmative nods as if she was an understanding lady. “Oh, this does not sound like a friend.” Her smile extended on her face. “Uh-huh.” The woman mobster nodded again as the man explained his plans regarding the payment of his substantial debt.

“The thing is, I don’t believe you have two pennies to rub together.” Candice quite bluntly spoke her mind, seemingly not buying whatever the gambler told her so far. Fortunately, he didn’t know it yet, but he no longer had a hefty bill to worry himself. When it came to cash at least. That was the unfortunate part of the story. He was still under a hefty debt, just not a conventional one that required money. Keeping her gaze on the man, Candice rested her shapely hips on a chair at the roulette table. From her seat, she spun the wheel. “Unexpected yes.” The woman continued as the roulette wheel kept spinning. One of her stocking clad legs brushed the other as she folded it on top of the other, her striped skirt slightly slipping up her thigh to reveal a glimpse of her teasing suspenders.

“Not exactly. It is no longer 30 anymore.” The mob lady explained. When she put a cigarette between her soft lips, one of her goons readily pulled out a lighter to light its tip up. The ember burned brightly in the casino hall as Candice inhaled the smoke. A puff of smoke idly flew before the woman as she continued. “Your friend…” She emphasized the word. “Ashley?” Her eyes searched for one of her men to confirm the name, which he did with a slow nod. “Yeah, that one. You see, she handsomely paid all of it actually.” Her raised foot swung up and down. ”Ashley and Harvey. It has a ring to it.” Candice followed with a cute giggle. Sheepishly, her men gave out a forced chuckle of their own as if it was something they had to. “Isn’ it?” The woman asked.

“Yes boss.” One of them rhetorically responded. For a calm conversation, there were a lot of goons around the bossy woman. For a so far courteous lady, she surely held a unquestionable authority among her thugs, and certainly an odd sense of humor.

 

[Perversion]

His coffee long forgotten Harvey listened as she spoke though he found himself unable to avoid the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. When she had told him outright she didn't believe him he started to believe the rumours...most women wouldn't do that, most men wouldn't...only somebody who wanted to intimidate you would surely call you out like that! And it wasn't even true, he'd broken into a cocky grin the second she had said that, reaching into his inside jacket pocket and retrieving a small envelope.

"Absolutely not true, Miss Candice, I brought 5 grand with me as a peace offering and I'll definitely have the rest to you in a few weeks, should you be generous enough to afford me that time." His words were practiced, respectful given with her name, a positive offer of money, a promise of more and a reminder that they she could help him. This wasn't his first rodeo.

He listened on, distracted as she turned to spin the roulette wheel and from the effort of keeping his eyes on hers as she spoke, did she wear such alluring clothing on purpose? The clack of the wheel was suddenly drowned out by the mention of her name. Ashley, the witch who had cost him all this in the first place! She'd turned up and his anger at her being there yet again had him on tilt, she'd easily taken his money and then again once he had taken the loan to try and win it back. Little did Harvey know but she had been the one responsible for tipping him off about the game in the first place, ever since that thing in Montreal she'd had it in for him, and he'd despised her.

The tale left a look of confusion on his face though. "Ashley...paid my debt?" Maybe she had forgiven him? Maybe she felt sorry for him? Who cared so long as he was in the clear?? He slipped the envelope back inside his pocket. "Well it seems that this is a waste of both our times, though I hesitate to call meeting so lovely a hostess anything but a pleasure." His demeanour had changed almost immediately, he seemed more like a well dressed used car salesman than anything else. "So if you wouldn't mind, I should be getting out of here and out of your hair. I think I've learned my lesson about gambling!" He laughed uneasily. It had come to his attention that despite not having any debt to her she had come to meet him personally and there were a lot of very large men surrounding them.

His laugh died off as he turned to leave. It wasn't polite but he suddenly felt the need to be somewhere out in public. Something about the way she giggled scared him...and the men around her laughing didn't make it any easier.

 

[WaveVelour]

The sight almost reminded a magician when the gambler pulled out an envelope of money from his dark jacket as if he wanted to show that he still had tricks up his sleeve. Sadly, one fourth of his initial loan wouldn’t have made a difference in his situation when this so called old friend of his had offered to pay the full price. Seeing that she was somewhat wrong about the man made Candice curious though. It was also surprising how anxious it made the guy just hearing the name of the other woman without even knowing what that gal wanted from the mobster in exchange for squaring up for him. Ashley honestly didn’t look to be a menacing woman, but Candice herself knew that the looks could be deceiving very well. It was still pretty funny how much Harvey seemed to be in dread of that petite girl.

Pulling a little smoke into her mouth, Candice smiled in her usual belittling nature. She gave a good look at the tall, muscular gambler before her. “I guess tall guys do prefer smaller ladies.” She suggested. Her henchmen too couldn’t have been considered short, since they were the muscle of her cloudy operations. “Is that right?” The woman asked one of the men who stood by her, who simply shrugged his broad shoulders in response. Listening to her guest’s assumedly forced compliments ripped another giggle out of the woman. “Aah, you are going to make me blush.” Under her hat, she lightly tilted her head to the side. “Fact is, I do mind watching such a gentleman’s sudden departure.” With her words, one of her silent goons slipped his jacket slightly to the side to flash the gun tucked into his waist. “I was beginning to enjoy your company.” The woman continued with the same delicacy.

Without a doubt, the handsome gambler knew something was wrong hidden underneath the disturbingly gallant mood of the place. However, the twisted mob boss had no intention of letting her guest go, not without fulfilling her deal with the other girl. As the man turned back, the woman put out her cigarette. The sizzling noise still fresh in the grand room, two burly men held the gambler by each arm without caring much about the coffee cup in his hand, grasping him firmer than any lover and giving the signals that this will be a long night for Harvey. “The spoiled brat managed to rip a most curious deal out of me.” The boss called out from behind. Her men spun the gambler around to make sure he understood the woman’s words while facing her appealing form. “Tainted and dishonored. I believe those were the words.” Her inspective gaze scanned the man from head to toe, trying to guess what his body could offer under his deluxe suit.

 

[Perversion]

Harvey wasn't liking this, he wasn't liking it at all. Candice seemed to be enjoying his discomfort too which just made it feel worse, what was with him and women that made them always turn out to be crazy? Ashley had been such a sweet girl when they were young, he'd honestly thought they would last forever. They'd learned the hustle together, worked systems to rig card games in their favour, made easy money and spent almost every waking hour together. Sure...when the tables had turned and the pit boss had stopped her at that Montreal casino he could have given himself up with her, took the blame even but that wouldn't have helped, couldn't she see that? It was only luck, his long time best friend, that he was in the bathroom at the time. He'd come out to see her flanked by suited heavies much like he was now and he'd slipped out.

Didn't it only make sense? There was no guarantee they'd take him over her if he'd given himself up and why get both of them in trouble? He'd stuck around, he'd waited for her but ever since then she just couldn't let it go so when Candice had pretty much told him he had to stay...he knew this had to be her doing. Still, he could try to talk his way out of this. He turned back to her with an easy smile, a well practiced bluff. "Well far be it from me to deny you the pleasure of my company, since you have been such a gracious host." He knew she wasn't buying it, this woman was every bit as dangerous as the rumours. The men who suddenly gripped his arms confirmed it.

He went a little white as he listened to her, wondering just what kind of thing tainted and dishonoured could possibly mean. It at least sounded like he might live to see another day... He didn't even try to run, there was no way he was going to get anywhere like that even if he could tear himself from their grasp but each of them individually was stronger than he was, without a doubt. He was frozen physically anyway, his fingers tight around the styrofoam cup, threatening to crush it. "A deal? Well maybe we can make a deal ourselves! Miss Candice, please, I might not have the money but I'm sure I can help you in other ways, better ways! I could work for you, I'm good with cards and I could make you so much..."

If she liked deals, maybe he could get out of this but if he was honest with himself, he didn't see it happening.

 

[WaveVelour]

Comprehension of the bitter fact that he wasn’t going to be able to walk out of the place freely apparently put the gambler in an accordant mood, quick to offer a new deal which Candice sadly couldn’t accept. She knew very well nothing good would have come from making so much interlinked deals from those con artists. Although she had gotten her money, it was the money taken from her casino in the first place, money lifted from her gambling tables. For all she knew, these two could have been working together in a complex con.

“What the common folk would think of me if I don’t hold my promises?” Backing down from an unrealized agreement just to make up for another would have been a bad business practice that could harm Candice’s reputation. Besides, the fine looking man who stood before him seemed to be a fun asset to toy with for the boss’ sensual amusement. “Aha~” The woman’s thin brows raised up. “Is it possible you might have used those mentioned card tricks of yours on my tables as well?” The pretty gangster suggested. It was no secret what tend to happen who cheated on the system in the business, a system which highly favored the casino.

Getting to her feet, a hard to ignore glimpse of ornate lace flashed under Candice’s short skirt. “It’s indeed a ballsy move to say such a thing.” The woman claimed. Despite her heels and her hat, Harvey still stood more than four inches taller than the delightful mob boss. She surely acted like higher than anyone else still. “Let’s see if that’s true, shall we?” Candice subtly ordered her men, the smile across her lips not as wide now. Magically the belt around the gambler’s waist snapped open, pants of his expensive looking suit swiftly unbuttoned, the zipper sharply slid down.

Although she quite often blamed to be a wicked witch, the woman of course held no real magic. It was one of her loyal gorillas that carried the deed of undoing Harvey’s pants. The authority she had over her men was so strong that it reminded of magic to be able to perform her wishes through someone else’s hands. As he yanked on the article of clothing, one unceremonious pull from the not talkative man dropped the tall gambler’s pants down, and his underwear with it to reveal the size and state of his package. “Hmm…” The woman looked down.

 

[Perversion]

Harvey wasn't hopeful that his offer of a deal would go anywhere, the gorgeous yet dangerous 'manager' in front of him was seeming more threatening by the second and he didn't think he was going to talk his way out of this one. "I would never!!" He even looked like he'd been offended as he said it, stressing the last word. "To cheat a stunning, respectful woman such as yourself out of her earnings, it just wouldn't be right. No, I was completely honest with my winnings and intentions!"

He was confused when she said 'let's see'...right up until he felt his belt being unbuckled. Thick hands working at it, the look on his face flashed from confusion to worry in an instant. Even then, he tried to play it off cool, he just didn't quite manage. "Woah, Miss Candice, if you wanted me to strip for you we could take this somewhere private, surely..." Somewhere he'd have a physical advantage maybe..,though he doubted he would stand much of a chance against her alone. There had to be a reason people were afraid of her and not just the goons.

His pants and then his boxer shorts were quickly yanked down leaving a small blush on his face. Candice was an alluring woman, she'd be just his type if it wasn't for the situation and he'd seen flashes of suspenders and thigh, enough to make him already think unclean thoughts about her...but with the men surrounding him and the danger he hadn't risen much beyond just...flaccid. A shame...lady luck had blessed him in more than just cards, he was almost 8 inches and quite girthy when erect, but right now he only felt shame, not pride. That and more confusion.

"Errmmm...just what is it you plan to do with me? I expected a beating, maybe to be killed...just what did that bitch ask for?" His polite, quirky veneer was starting to slip the deeper this got.

 

[WaveVelour]

There wasn’t any reason for Candice to not believe the man in terms of cheating on the games he played the other day. Regardless of what she thought, he hadn’t really won anything anyway. If anything, he had lost it all except apparently some five grands. The casino boss no longer cared about money too, just enjoying the rest of the night by doing what she was infamous for. It wasn’t clear at this moment if the woman just saw the man’s downfall as keeping her promise to Ashley, or if she indeed enjoyed degrading this sharp gentleman.

Although her inspective eyes could already tell that the man carried a generously sized cock between his legs, its lacking state was far from being impressive. Candice rolled her beautiful eyes at the sight of the half-naked man. At the handsome gambler’s naughty suggestions about privacy, a soft chuckle once again parted her painted lips, a disturbing laughter of her men following hers shortly after. “I’m afraid I can’t say the same.” Her bright eyes settled on her guest’s flaccid member.

In the meantime, a younger errand boy came to the boss’ presence, holding a gun storage box on his hands. “Mercy.” Candice snapped the little claps open. Above the opened lid, she looked at the man. “How can I stay in the business if I begin gunning down my visitors?” In the box, her polished fingers closed around the handle. Her unoccupied hand made a beckoning sign. As the errand boy walked out of the way, the enticing gangster drew a sturdy riding crop out of the box, specifically made by one of her regular customers. The leather flap looked harsh, while gold plating around each end of the handle looked stylish. Tip of the toy was designed to punish unkindly, while the other side presented itself to its holder kindly.

“Move!” The broad goons who grasped the gambler’s arms walked the man forward. When they unfairly had the numbers, it was hardly a fight. Two vulgar men crudely bent the good looking gambler over the roulette table, allowing his member dangle down over the edge.

“Bitch? That’s not the way to refer to an old friend.” Candice advised the man. Now, it should have been obvious what that bitch requested in return, at least the gist of it.

 

[Perversion]

Harvey grinned sheepishly...even in such a dangerous scenario he couldn't help himself, he had his pride to defend after all. His cheeks were already turning just a touch pink, not that he was a shy little wallflower but he was very attracted to this woman, and he was pretty sure he heard a few chuckles from the goons surrounding them at her comment. "Well it is pretty cold in here, and...normally such a beauty would be enough but there are a lot of large looking men here and it's putting me off my stride a little..." He knew this was a stupid time to defend his manhood, he didn't really think she cared anyway. He had a sinking feeling that she liked him feeling humiliation.

His eyes went wide when he saw the box being brought in, fancy and almost antique like it would hold an old, polished rifle. He breathed an audible sigh of relief when she spoke next, realising she didn't mean to execute him right there. He could handle her laughing at his cock, he'd get over it, a bullet would be harder to shake off. Still, the implement she pulled from it looked threatening enough too. Suddenly the goons were marching him forward and he was held bent over a table, his rear on full display.

His cheeks burned a little with shame as she chastised him for his language. "I...I'm sorry, that was harsh of me but look at what you're doing for her! Surely we can work something out, you have your money, I'll pay Ashley back and we will all be satisfied, right? You don't have to go through with this!" He'd been in a similar position before, minus the bodyguards. Ashley had shown interest in spanking him before, over her knee, but after trying it once he'd found it wasn't suited to his tastes, he'd much preferred the idea of spanking her instead. Now it seemed he wouldn't have a choice in the matter, and he braced himself for impact.

 

[WaveVelour]

On top of all the little red and black numbers, a roulette table seemed like a proper place to bend a deserving gambler over. As Harvey assumed a compromising position, the softened lights hanging down from the ceiling highlighted the curve of his bottom nicely. Undoubtedly, a pair of tempting orbs that begged Candice’s treatment. She replaced one of her thugs next to the gambler while the other kept holding his arms. Leaning against the table, resting her curvy hips on the edge next to the gambler’s bared ass. Not everyone was as tall as the gambler. Height of the table made one of her feet in heels rise up in the air, while she stood on the tip of the other.

Other than some keywords, Ashley hadn’t given the mobster a detailed list of particular ways to punish her ex-partner. In terms of that, he was at the mercy of the flamboyant gangster. Playing with his manly bottom sounded like a good start to warm him up when he complained about the coldness of the place. Half leaning, half sitting next to the handsome guy, Candice’s soft hand found the gambler’s bottom as she cupped one of his appealing cheeks. “Mmm…” She smiled, seemingly pleased with the asset in her captivity. She kneaded his rump in slow cycles, sharing the warmth of her hand with him. “Oh, you’re already paying her now.” The lady suggested as her fingers wandered around the man’s backside. “Or is she? Paying you pack perhaps, for an old favor?” Candice suggested. The woman didn’t know about the whole ordeal in Montreal, but she could find it out when Ashley joined in.

“I’m sure most of us will be satisfied in the end of the day.” The woman smilingly patted on the man’s hips a few times, feeling his skin under her elegant fingertips and testing its firmness. In the large gaming saloon, the woman glanced at her men who stood ready to carry out the boss’ orders. A sudden whack of her crop followed the soft touches of the woman. She maybe wasn’t such a strong woman, but the toy was long and she could swing it pretty fast. For better mobility, Candice got behind the man again, pulling the bared rear of the man into her full view. A flick of her wrist lashed the crop against his rump. “Did you really think you can get away from me?!” The woman exclaimed, her courteous demeanor taking a sudden turn. As sudden as the sway of her arm, leather flap of her toy landing on his exposed butt in a harsh kiss. “Make a fool of me like others?!” The riding crop cut through the air and burst on the gambler’s protruding ass. She pressed the end of her tool in place, rubbing the spot she just whacked. “Coming here to rob me without even knowing my name!” The firmly grasped crop pulled back, only to swiftly whip across the gambler’s bottom, swiping each of his cheeks.

 

[Perversion]

Harvey struggled but he really didn't put that much effort into it. He wasn't a stupid man, he knew when something was a waste on energy and since it appeared that his life wasn't in danger right now so he at least had time to think of a way out of this. The only problem was that he wasn't exactly a kung-fu grand master. He at least had the freedom to turn his head towards his captor as she leaned against the table beside him, part of her shapely rear actually on top of it. Even like this he couldn't stop himself admiring her beauty.

Her hand was on his rear, squeezing it like it was a piece of fruit she was considering buying. The attention wasn't having no effect either...even with Ashley he had still gotten hard, that was part of the reason he hadn't liked it...because of the way his body clearly did. He could feel his manhood stiffen as he did his best to think of anything else. "I didn't do anything to her! There was no point in turning myself in with her, I would have wanted her to do the same, she knows that!!" He spoke a little too loud in defence of his actions, it didn't even matter but he still felt he had to defend himself. He hadn't been in the wrong, he couldn't have been. If he had, then their break up and what had happened to her was his fault and he couldn't have that on him.

Candice moved behind him again and he braced himself for the impact of the devilish looking tool she had been toying with but it didn't do him much good. He stoically stayed quiet as it hit him, an angry red mark appearing on his rear. The second impact caused him to grunt a little, shifting in place, the sting pulsing. The next two came fast and caused him to cry out as he opened his mouth to speak again. "What are you talking about? I didn't do anything like that, this isn't fair! I've been nothing but respectful, I came her to pay you!" The sting of the crop hurt, and he knew more was to follow but the accusation hit him harder. Harvey had done that to so many other casinos but here at least he had played by the rules and tried to own his debt!

 

[WaveVelour]

Perhaps, it might have begun to make more sense why the casino was named Sizzling Fork when it certainly didn’t resemble a restaurant. Under its roof, things could get quite heated sometimes, when its owner was such a devilish woman. Said woman’s words had begun to be harsher, just like the swift strikes she gave to the man’s exposed rear. Sharps swats of the crop were hardly lovely kisses, however it seemed to affect his cock in a sensational way, that calm snake slowly getting harder with each impact. Little paddle at the end of the toy slid across the gambler’s bottom until it stuck to the crack of his butt. Twisting it to the side, sharper corner of the leather flap glided down between the cheeks. At the end of this valley that ran through his pair of orbs, Candice located another pair of smaller orbs. Her crop rubbed the man’s balls.

“Nothing?” The woman questioned. “It certainly didn’t sound like nothing, I can assure you of that Mr. Harvey.” Gentle stroking of the crop was accompanied by the woman’s now softer voice. When the other gambler came to her office after the game, she indeed had seemed pretty serious about making the man suffer in various ways. Whilst he suggested the necessities of his actions, Ashley definitely seemed to express it as betrayal. “It’s an old trick Harvey. One increases the pot, while the other collects it. Two pair of hands in the same game. Good to control the bets.” The crop slid down his cock, emphasizing the lengthy organ’s visibly stiffer state. “Is it a double game went wrong?” With the sudden raise of her voice, the toy lifted up again. Its quick descant ended on his balls in a sharp slap. “Or indeed an independent quarrel?” A backhand slice cracked against his firm buttocks as her investigation continued.

Holding the long crop over her shoulder, Candice took a step back behind the man’s bared hips. One of her trusty goons filled the space instead. Crude fingers soon held the gambler’s member. While the woman gangster tapped her foot on the floor, a long package rope ran around her victim’s long member. The suited man tied a tight knot at the base of his dangling stiff cock. In the meantime, clicking of Candice’ heels announced her position as the woman circled around the table. “Do you have something to tell?” She asked the gambler. Bending over the opposite side of the table, the gravity deepened Candice’s striking cleavage. As the woman leaned further up, her firm breasts appeared softer, her round assets bloating out under her own weight against the roulette table. Her eyes were on the man, staring directly at him. One of her stocking clad legs rose up behind her while the woman stretched one arm out. “Anything to confess?” During her questioning, her hand got closer to the man’s face, as close as her modest height allowed. Behind the gambler, the henchman handed the free end of the rope to the boss. Candice backed up and climbed off the table. She pulled the rope and strained Harvey’s member. “Yes?” The woman asked. At the other end of the tense rope, the man’s cock began to stretch, rising backwards under his cheeks, curving in the opposite direction of its natural arc.

 

[Perversion]

Harvey had started to grunt with the strikes but now, this was almost worse. Candice was clearly practiced with the crop and liked to toy with him. He felt the leather tip, the devilish end that had already smacked his firm rear at least three times start to trail down while he flinched in anticipation of another strike. The way she explained it sounded like she thought he and Ashley had been in this together...but that didn't even make sense! He tried to think of the right words to tell her that but his compromised position made it difficult to think straight.

That wasn't all...the direction the crop was being trailed in did little to ease his mind, his hard length twitching as it was dragged down it, a blush appearing on his cheeks. He'd known she could see it anyway but somehow this was like acknowledgement of his arousal. The sharp smack to his balls brought him back down to earth. "It's not like that, I swear! Ashley and I haven't worked together in over a year, not since we had an incident in Montreal!" His protest was punctuated with another slap from the ornate riding crop.

While she moved in front of him he felt one of her men grip his member, felt the discomfort as he was roughly handled, rope around the base trapping the blood inside. He grimaced, looking up at her. Even tormenting him like this, the professional looking, commanding woman was enough to keep him hard and throbbing with need...as if the tightly bound rope wasn't enough. He gasped as she pulled on the rope, handed to her by one of those goons...not truly painful but extremely uncomfortable as his cock was pulled the wrong way, easily manipulated, any pain he might be in disregarded. He looked her in the eyes, fear and panic in his own. "I-i left her to take the fall for something we did together, that's all! I haven't tried to steal from you, I heard your reputation, I'd be crazy to try and rip you off! Why would Ashley have you do this to me if we had worked together? Think about it!" His tone was desperate, just the way she was playing with him was threatening...no punching, no pulled fingernails...grateful at least for that this had him somehow even more on the back foot.

 

[WaveVelour]

Even in the mob, a woman’s touch was certainly different than a man’s. Candice had different methods to get the information she sought, if there was more to the story than just two gamblers’ paths crossing at her place. The obvious one being treating that extra piece between their legs they loved so much to brag about. While pulled in her hand, the rope tied to the gambler’s stiff cock strained like a guitar string. She knew how tricky these established gamblers could be. This time, it really sounded like a revenge story and not some planned con. However, the woman had still managed to learn some interesting elements out of it. “So, you two coincidentally come across at my place and sit at the same table like nothing happened?” Candice questioned, it was too difficult for her to think that it was indeed an ironic coincidence, maybe, just not on Harvey’s end. The gambler’s cock reached the end of its mobility, the woman pulling on the member harder.

The tension in the rope soon relieved. “I believe you.” Candice let go of the string. She had never been a fan of some other girl stealing the spotlight from her. “As you would appreciate, I still have a promise to keep.” The woman walked around the table. On her way, her elegant index finger pointed up, drawing a circle in the air. Without delay, a man tucked his fingers into the collar of the gambler’s jacket. He removed it off the man’s arms in a swift pull, bringing the lighter color of his shirt forward. “And I’m afraid I didn’t make my name by giving out candies.” A thicker, stronger rope coiled Harvey’s arms as one of the woman’s goons firmly tied the man’s hands. Female gangster put yet another smoke in her mouth. A lighter briefly shined across the room as one lighted up the boss’s cigarette. She nodded at the man as a means of thanks while she ordered another. “Wait.” The goon who introduced the ropes to the gambler was about to grasp the man’s legs. Upon receiving the woman’s order, he paused.

Soft fingers of Candice located the gambler’s handsome rump, painted nails wandering over his skin. During the small time she spent facing the man, it seemed Harvey’s cock had grown to be larger. In spite of his protests, his stiff member didn’t seem to mind the attention from the mobster. Before shifting the focus of her treatment from his bum to somewhere else, Candice rubbed the man’s exposed rear one more time. Through the fog of her smoke, her hand swung at his bare ass in a loud smack. Her fingers closing around one cheek, she shook the gambler’s captive ass as if examining a large fruit.

“Carry on.” The woman ordered softy. Below his package, her man hugged Harvey’s legs while the boss put a lasting smoke into her mouth. The man lifted the gambler’s feet up to the roulette table, laying his body across the green surface of the furniture. His hands tied behind his back, it naturally raised his hips up to feature the upright solid cock he had. A cock to be toyed by the gangster. One arm crossed under her generous bust, the other coyly holding her smoke up, the woman looked down at her victim lying on his back. “You’re making my job too easy.” Candice smiled, mocking the hardness of the man’s excited looking cock.

 

[Perversion]

Harvey was growing frustrated with having to answer these questions, compounded by the discomfort and pain he was in as she tugged the leash around his cock. The colour was already deepening as the rope cut off circulation and it made every movement more sensitive. He gasped, crying out as she pulled harder on the rope despite it being clear his manhood wasn't able to go in that direction any longer. "N...no, not a coincidence, I'm sure the bitch followed me, she set this whole thing up!" That had to be it, didn't it? There was no way Ashley hadn't known what she was doing when she played him, taunted him as she took his money in this casino.

A flash of relief crossed his features as she told him she believed him but it soon faded. It seemed she intended to continue with this torment, this humiliation. With almost military precision a simple gesture had one of the men attending her yank his jacket away from him. "Hey, wait a minute, that isn't cheap! Candice, please, I was telling the truth! You said you believed me!" Even as he was protesting his arms were being tightly bound behind him. He flexed against the ropes, testing their strength but it was obvious that he wasn't going anywhere even if he could slip out of them.

Feeling her hand on his rear he gasped again, this time not from pain. The kiss of the crop had left only a mild sting, her palm hurt a little more but the way she touched him made his cock throb painfully...Candice no doubt enjoyed doing this, there would be no other reason she kept touching him like this. He whimpered as her nails glided over his rear.

His legs were hoisted up on to the table as he was forced onto his back, he could see the smirks on the faces of the henchmen surrounding them...like they'd seen this before and knew what to expect. Looking down his body at her, the beautiful face beyond his aching, tightly bound member, his eyes met hers briefly before he had to look away. He'd never felt like this before, like a piece of meat being examined. "It's the ropes...the around it is trapping the blook..." His excuse was mumbled quietly and with no explanation as to how he had gotten hard ij the first place.

 

[WaveVelour]

There was no denying how much Candice loved toying with her subjects, although telling it was just business. Pretty much all people in the industry knew how twisted of a woman she was, how perverse she could get. If needed, she could have always found an excuse to use the handsome gambler in a derogatory way. However, keeping her so called promise to Ashley was at this point enough. She let her men do the job as they lay the tall man across the table in a pretty compromising position. “Oh, I know that.” The woman widened her eyes with a subtle smile. She indeed could tell a tailored suit of quality, since she maybe had seen hundreds of them every day. “I just saw you put five grand in it.” She made a joke out of the man’s concern.

However, the expense of her sleek jacket should have really been the last concern of the cunning gambler in a troubling situation like this, when his cock was at the mercy of such a demanding woman. One of her warm hands slipped under the bottom of his shirt, slowly sliding over his belly, her fingertips having a feel of the muscles hidden underneath. “Don’t go anywhere.” The woman winked before pulling her hand out. While her men made sure the gambler stayed lounged, Candice walked across the saloon. While the watchful gaze of her goons remained on the man, she located a high chair at the counter. All the way from the bar, she dragged the seat at the roulette table. The disturbing noise of its legs screeching against the floor echoed in the closed casino.

Climbing on top of her high seat aligned with the man’s waist, Candice looked down at the excited cock that stood firm before her. Not only it elevated the woman’s wide hips higher, also gave her better access to the man’s now exposed privacy. Next order came pretty clear. “Hold his feet.” The woman demanded. Confirming with a small nod, one of her burly thugs pressed down on Harvey’s ankles. Being a quite confident woman, the leader of the gangster knew how wiggly her victims could get under her quite effective touches.

It was the shadow of her hat that first feel upon the man’s exposed package. One of her small hands followed next. One by one, her soft digits closed around the gambler’s stiff member. There seemed to be a lot surface area to rub on this not so modest cock. From the hilt to the tip, the mobster’s demanding but soft fingers slid up and down around the man’s lengthy member, giving it a light yank when they reached at the tip. Slow but steady strokes massaged his manhood. “I don’t think it’s the ropes.” Candice claimed, rubbing his excited member under the firm grip of her polished fingers. Her free hand rested over the man’s knee, slowly curling over his leg and sliding to his thigh. “I think it’s me.”

 

[Perversion]

Harvey didn't quite know where to look or how to handle what was happening to him. He'd come here expecting to maybe talk his way out of an early death or to face the music, he'd been prepared for that. He hadn't been prepared to find himself almost naked on a table, arms bound behind his back, manhood bound tightly in soft rope and surrounded by powerful looking men and a much more powerful woman. He could only watch, looking down his body to observe as Candice slid her hands up his shirt, flinching at her touch. It wasn't that it was painful...it was that even now, even here, he wanted more of it. When she pulled away he almost wanted her to come back which was insanity, he was here against his will!

He just about managed to keep his eyes on her shapely rear as she retrieved a high chair from the bar and brought it back to him, both worried about his fate and curious about just what she was going to do with him. His rear stung only a little after the touch of the crop, so far the worst part of this had been mostly the humiliation of being stripped and manhandled by the apes in suits she was attended by. When she reached him and sat on the chair, he could actually feel his cock twitch as he had a more perfect view of her thighs, almost able to see up her skirt. The men grabbing his feet didn't bother him, he didn't even struggle. Whatever she was going to do...he was at least receptive right now.

He gasped as her fingers closed around his length, his hips rising of their own volition just slightly as she began to rub at him. All he could do was watch...was this why he had been against Ashley having control over him? He was starting to blush, was it because he might actually enjoy it? The more Candice stroked him the harder it became to concentrate on anything else, even the numerous gangsters in the room. "Yes....fine, it's you...fuck, you're sexy, okay? I can't help it...you stripped me bare and you're playing with my cock, how am I meant to react???" His voice was half lust half frustration and he laid his head back, groaning and trying to remember the dangerous situation he was in.

 

[WaveVelour]

It was definitely a pretty stiff fruit the cunning mob boss was collecting the efforts of her soft hands. A hard banana perhaps, but only longer. She of course enjoyed to both observe and feel her influence over the gambler. In this case, a rock solid organ she held in the warmth of her hand. Yes, it was a bit shameful to have a not so modest erection while he was held against his will, but certainly less humiliating than having a modest, flexible member. Although it must be very difficult for the charming gambler to hold a casual conversation when his member was played with, Candice was still a talkative lady. “Oh men…” The woman mocked his gender with a sigh. “Always chasing after their cocks. Going after where it points at…” The mobster kept talking on. Her soft fingers encircling his member, rubbed the veined shaft up and down. “As a casino owner, I find out that the amount of cash my customers are willing to bet is proportional to the length of their cocks!” Her white teeth shined between her separated lips.

Adding a slight twist to her handling of the man’s upright member, Candice kept stroking his rod, soft fingers running up and down the rigid shaft. “This makes me…” The woman paused to take a smoke from her cigarette, her other hand too briefly stop moving around the solid shaft. “…wonder.” Smoke came out of her nostrils as she continued. Both speaking and fondling the man’s exposed cock. Polished slender digits moved faster on Harvey’s excited manhood, its handler feeling and paying attention to the pulses. “How much would you offer for an orgasm?” The woman asked. She pulled her closed fingers down until her pinky hit the man’s balls. From there on, Candice climbed the tower again, reaching the peak in a thorough sweep. Thin stream of fog rose up from the tip of her cigarette, while soft fingers of her other hand also trapped the not so thin tip of the man’s member in them. Just under the glans, the woman’s thumb began to rub back of his member, toying with the spot.

While casually pressing her thumb and massaging the underside of his erect cock’s round head, Candice’s bright eyes looked for one of her burly man. “Dear?” The woman talked to the broad henchman. “Are feeling black or red today?” She asked at the roulette table. Getting a one-word response from the man, her attention once again fell upon the handsome gambler. Her fingers once again began to slide along the man’s member. “Alright, black it is.” Looking down at the blushing gambler, she continued. “This one’s seems to favor red today.” Smooth motion of her fingers came to a stop as Candice’s thumb plugged the opening of his cock.

 

[Perversion]

Harvey didn't know how to feel. The pretty gangster was expertly toying with his cock, had him groaning and gasping with the way she squeezed, stroked and twisted but he was acutely aware of how they weren't alone not to mention that this wasn't by choice! Any day of the week if she had invited him up to her room he would have gone all in, he'd have let her do this to him willingly just to feel her hand wrapped around his length but this...he didn't like this.

His body on the other hand...

The more she stroked him the closer he grew to an inevitable orgasm, if only she would speed up. He tried to close his eyes, to ignore the men around them as the pleasure built but at the last moment he felt her stop, her thumb resting on top of his cock right over his urethra. He bucked his hips, trying to get that last bit of friction he needed. "Ah...please! Don't stop! Candice...umm, Ma'am..." He didn't know what to call her but he felt respect might be the first thing to try, she clearly liked being in power and looked up to. "Just a little more...I'd offer..." He'd heard her question but he didn't quite know what he'd offer, he had 5 grand though, and she was a businesswomen right? "500! 500 dollars if you just let me finish right now!!" His hips were still moving as much as he could, he had been so close.

 

[WaveVelour]

Being the only one who had a say in the only cock the gambler had, it wouldn’t have been far-fetched to say that Candice had monopoly on the guy’s excited looking member. He had a difficult job. When his captor knew how much he could afford for his cock, it wasn’t easy to bargain with the woman. In truth, the woman had no intention of making some quick cash out of the man’s desperation, but she found a twisted humor in the gambler betting for his orgasm. She didn’t hide it as well. A cute chuckle was given at the man’s bet. “Half thousand you say…” The gangster repeated the amount. “Hmm…” Her slender finger tapped on the opening of his organ as she thought about the offer. “Come one Harv~ Surely you can do better than that.” One digit ran down the man’s stiff shaft, a polished nail sliding on the tense skin. “Half a grand would only get half an orgasm.” Two fingers juggled at the base of his erect member, scratching his balls. Her little digits teasing the pillows of the man’s cock, she continued. “Believe me, that wouldn’t be pleasant. Perhaps I can make a discount for you. Since I grow to admire your manner.” The gambler’s way of addressing his captor seemed to work. Being a haughty lady after all, Candice always liked compliments that made her feel powerful.

Little agreement of the woman’s didn’t mean much sadly as it was another of her sadistic games. She still played along though. Receiving a small nod from his boss, one of Candice’s men walked at the roulette table. This mustn’t have been the first time her boss had been playing such a game since he was quick to get the hint. This man acted as the dealer. He spun the roulette wheel and tossed the ball in opposite direction. The little ivory ball swiftly circled the wheel, making that satisfying twirling noise everyone in the room was so used to hear. While Harvey’s positioning on the table prevented him from watching the colored numbers, Candice’s bright eyes glanced down at the table. An outside bet, red for the win, regarding the gambler. However, the result actually wasn’t important, since Candice could very well twist the conclusion for her liking. The distinct noise faded away. The ball slowed down, finally picking a number to settle on.

“Pity. You are out of luck dear.” The woman’s face gained a cocky smile. The dealer walked to the opposite side of the table, Candice’s soft fingers slowly breaking the touch with the man’s member. “I am a generous woman though. And willing to still bestow a small prize.” The man gave his boss a sharp gaze upon hearing the word ‘small.’ “Figuratively.” The female gangster corrected the phase. She lifted one finger and rotated it in circles. Whenever she gave an order, her facial features got serious. Each blunt hand of the dealer grabbed the opposite knee of Harvey. Like a juicy meat on a sizzling pan, the man turned the handsome gambler on his belly, also on his erect member. A sharp pull put Harvey’s feet back on the floor while his muscular stomach remained on the green mat. “Naturally, you need to pay first.” Candice wore a wide smile again. “With your ass to be precise.” A concerning unzipping noise was heard behind the firm hips of the attractive gambler.

 

[Perversion]

Harvey whimpered, actually whimpered, as it became clear she had no intention of finishing him off, at least for free. He'd never been one to resist his impulses, he was a gambler, a hustler, when he wanted something bad enough he went for it. Restraint just wasn't something he knew in his daily life so he had never actually experienced wanting to orgasm without being able to, not like this. The soft, delicate and yet precise touches were driving him crazy in a way he didn't think was possible while her voice, light and playful as she teased him wasn't making it any easier at all. Even the shame when she chuckled at him added to the frustration, everything compounding to have him almost literally panting with lust. "Okay, okay, a thousand! I'll pay a thousand dollars right now if you will just let me cum!!" In his desperation he had almost shouted it out, much louder than he had wanted to but the message had surely gotten across, if she was willing to give him half an orgasm, whatever that meant, for 500 then surely a thousand...

The clacking of the wheel barely registered but it still made him turn his head towards it, watching the ball spin. Red, she had said he favoured red, right? He was mesmerised as he watched the ball bounce and the wheel spin, his hips squirming on their own due to the gangster's expert touch until it came to rest on black. He whimpered again, looking up at her as she told him he was out of luck. "Candice, please, you can't leave me like this...I need..." His hopes were almost raised by the promise of a small prize before he felt the hands on his knee and was forcefully flipped over and dragged down the table, groaning as his hard, throbbing cock was pressed against the solid surface, trapped between his body and the table. Her words left little doubt as to what was happening, especially combined with the sound of a zipper and his eyes went wide, he tried to look behind him and turn his head, he could just about make her out along with the man who had spun the roulette wheel.

"Wait, no! Not that!!!" He struggled more seriously than he had before now. Was this really her intention? Harvey was strictly straight, he'd grown up in an area where homosexuals were ridiculed and beaten and he had joined in, at least with the ridicule. The very idea of what seemed likely to happen next terrified him, he didn't think he could bear it. "5000! Take it, take all of it, I'll even owe you more, just don't do this! I'm not gay, I don't...please, you can't do this to me, it isn't fair!!!" Where before he had been here against his will but with the way she had been handling him he hadn't really wanted to leave...now he was desperately trying to get free.

 

[WaveVelour]

So far, the gambler’s downfall had had a natural, gradual curve to it. The man had gone through several phases such as wonder, confusion, negotiation, peril and even arousal to some degree. However, from now on, her situation was prone to have a steeper decline. He could be very well a living proof of that even the most cunning, confident men could end up being little whimpering subs in Candice’s hands, no matter how muscular and imposing they looked. His new offer was in vain as the woman was not intended to gift his cock with a climax yet, or stop her man from using his cock on the gambler. Her men were really loyal, who didn’t mind punishing the boss’ unfortunate guests regardless of their gender. When the particular man would release his cock from its containment, it would be apparent some of them actually liked it as well. Harvey was a charismatic guy. Both his cock and little pucker had a high potential for a fun time.

Instead of the boss, her goon, who seemed too eager behind the gambler, answered his protests. “Don’t worry! I’ll be gentle!” The burly folk suggested, although deep tone of his voice told otherwise. He was admittedly quite a sturdy man. One could think if he can be gentle even if he wanted to. He lowered his pants, and his briefs as well. A rigid snake almost instantly sprang up between his legs. To prepare his nice big cock for the gambler’s exposed bottom, he pulled it in his hand and began to massage it up and down. Candice raised an eyebrow at the imposing sight of her man’s upright member. The rod was nicely stiff, as if it was its owner the boss had been stroking all along. Maybe watching the gambler’s member getting hard had led his to be excited as well.

“Relax dear.” The woman gangster suggested. It was easy for her to say that. It wasn’t her wide ass that was bent before such a big cock. “One time certainly wouldn’t make you gay.” She suggested, although she couldn’t have guaranteed this was going to be his only experience tonight. In contrast to the woman’s melodic voice, her man’s blunt member stood dangerously close to the gambler. The burly thug held the base of his hefty cock, smacking its fat head against Harvey’s crack, making him feel the weight of his grandiose rod. Two crude hands firmly cupped the gambler’s bare butt cheeks. “Show him how we have fun here.” Candice smiled, adding a cute wink to her claim.

“Of.. course..” The eager man squeezed and spread the cunning gambler’s cheeks, reveling that little hole in the canyon. In the meantime, someone approached Candice from behind, whispering into her ear below her wide hat. As a response, she quietly nodded. Holding the edge of the table, she prepared to get to her feet.

“Is that so? Is she here already?” Candice replied to the whispers. As her hips spun on the high chair, her tight suspenders flashed a last time over her soft thighs. She jumped off her seat. “Gentlemen, if you excuse me. There is a guest I need to attend to.” The woman gave her victim another look before slowly walking away from the table. Behind the gambler’s hips, the man aligned the bulbous tip of his grand cock with the man’s only entrance. His thick fingers dug into the guy’s skin as he pulled himself in.

“Ugh... Yaah…” He deeply grunted. His thick, solid member pressed against the gambler’s round hole, slowly beginning its intrusion.