Casino du Roturier

There was awkward silence in the outer hallway as the men passed one another on their way to the unknown. In the lavish little rooms, each woman waited in anxious anticipation for who might come through the doorway.

Beverly watched her door open and in walked JJ Johnson. He seemed to fill up most of the doorway with his massive frame. He quickly took his seat by Beverly on the couch and grunted an uncomfortable "hey, baby."

Just then, the loudspeaker overhead announced, "Please open Envelope #2 and do as instructed or you may drop out now."

JJ grabbed the envelope, ripped it open, and then handed the card inside to Beverly.

Beverly read aloud, "Until you hear a bell sound and are instructed otherwise, men will kiss the women on the lips. Men are forbidden to touch the women with their hands. Women may touch the men anywhere they please. Proceed!"

"You still in the game, baby," asked JJ. "To stay, you have to kiss old JJ. Might have bad breath or something. Wanna leave?

"Pucker up, big guy, cause I'm staying," smiled Beverly.

Without other provocation, JJ leaned forward and pressed his large lips to Beverly's. It was Beverly's first time to kiss a black man. Actually, it was among the few times she had kissed any man other than George. She suddenly became conscious of every little sensation. The tiny wisp of hair on JJ's bottom lip tickled her. After a moment, JJ began to move his lips in such a way that ignited an unexpected sexual response from Beverly. Then JJ began to involve his tongue in the action causing a fire that seemed to flow from his lips straight to Beverly's pussy.

Beverly was about to close her eyes in total enjoyment when she noticed a change in the large television screen's image. The porn film had been replaced by live coverage of Mona and George sitting together on a similar leather coach in Room 4. Mona was kissing George very demurely. Quite obviously there was not much passion involved at all. Guilt flooded through Beverly at the sight and she pulled away from JJ.

"What?" asked the flustered football star. "We are supposed to go until a bell."

"Look," said Beverly. She pointed to the screen.

"So?"

"That's my husband for one thing. But most importantly, if we are watching them, I wonder who is watching us?"

Ingrid and Alex stared at their television in Room 3. They were watching Beverly and JJ. None of the couples fully realized that all the guests in John Cord's exclusive game room were watching as well.

Ingrid lifted a middle finger obscenely toward the screen and said, "Screw them, baby! Come to Momma!"

With that, Ingrid pressed Alex back into the couch and kissed him fully on the mouth. Her full puffy lips seemed to wander all over Alex's mouth inside and out. After a moment, Alex found himself gasping for air.

He was just about to make a cute remark to break the tension when, without warning, Ingrid put her hand directly on his crotch. Alex's eyes flew open. All his words stuck in his throat as Ingrid started to stroke up and down the length of his cock on the outside of his pants. Alex instantly feared that he would cum at once.

Jesus, what if I cum in my pants? I'll be the laughing stock of the casino...and Julie will kill me. He held on for dear life, but Ingrid's touch felt heavenly.

In Room 1, Julie concluded that she could not watch porn in the presence of a total stranger so she had turned away from the television screen and faced down the length of the couch. Ian had entered and sat at the couch's other end. Julie exhibited an obviously defensive posture with her legs curled between her and Ian.

Ian waited for a long moment and then read the instructions aloud.

After waiting for what seemed an eternity for Julie to respond, Ian finally said, "So are you going to drop out now, m'love.

Suddenly all of Julie's innermost feelings started to erupt at once.

"Look, Mr. Whatever-your-name-is, I am real uncomfortable with this, very uncomfortable, I guess you can tell that already...that I am uncomfortable, I mean," she stammered. "I mean, not with you, I mean, you seem to be a nice guy and all, but I mean, I have only been married a few days and I didn't want to do this anyway...all my life, I've been a good girl, a very good girl...I mean, I have never...well, that doesn't matter...anyway, so I don't think I can do this, I mean, no offense, you know, but..."

Ian interrupted her cacophony of words by leaning across and pressing a single finger to her lips. Julie suddenly became silent. Her eyes glistened with potential tears. Ian gently maneuvered Julie legs to the front of the couch, took her face softly in his hands, and kissed her delicately and innocently on the lips. Julie uncontrollably started to melt into his arms, but suddenly realized what she was doing and drew away.

"Wait, I mean, no, I can't, no, wait just a minute, I mean you are nice and handsome—really handsome—I like Australians, I really do, and you are sweet...and a very nice kisser and all...but well, I'm not this sort of girl, so..."

Just then, Julie noticed the television screen for the first time. The Bianca and her lover were gone and there, in living color, appeared, her brand new husband, Alex. Ingrid was climbing all him in living high definition color on the giant screen. Julie watched curiously at first, but her feelings changed to utter shock and repulsion when she realized that Ingrid was fondling Alex's cock. She jerked herself away from Ian's tender embrace.

"Damn! Would you look at that! Shit! I can't believe it!" screamed Julie. "That son-of-a-bitch! Look what he is letting her do!"

Ian stopped his advances and turned toward the television just as the camera zoomed in on Alex's crotch. His fully erect cock was clearly outlined in the cloth of his pants and Ingrid's hand seemed to be dancing over it. Her bright red fingernails stood in vivid contrast to the white fabric of Alex's trousers.

"I guess Mrs. Johnson is taking the rules seriously...the 'females can touch anywhere' rule, that is." Ian paused reflectively. "I'd love a bit o' that too," he whispered hopefully. "What do you say?"

His request didn't register with Julie.

"Oh, that...that jerk! So that's why he wanted to do this so badly! It is all part of his plan! Son-of-a-bitch! Son-of-a-BITCH! " Julie roared. "Well, two can play that little game! That's what I say!"

Julie suddenly spun Ian's head around and planted a massive kiss on his lips. Her tongue darted in and out of his open mouth. Just as abruptly, she pulled away.

"How's that?" she asked breathlessly.

"Good...ah...very good," choked Ian. "Really good."

"Well there's more where that came from!" Julie announced.

*****

"Fuck," shouted a man from the betting floor. "I was positive that the Adams bitch would bail," he said motioning toward the screen occupied by Ian and Julie. "Now she's after that guy like stink on shit."

John Cord's amplified voice interrupted the man's angry display.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, all bets need to be down now for Portion 3. Isn't this juicy, folks? Well, so much for the easy stuff. Now we will begin to separate the wheat from the chaff...the men from the boys...the...well, you get the picture. It's show time! Check the odds on our big board and place your bets!"

*****

Mona and George had prematurely stopped their modest kissing in room 4 and were helping themselves to the bar when suddenly a bell rang loudly through the speaker system.

"Stay in the same room, please, open Envelope #3 and proceed," the voice demanded.

George looked sheepishly at Mona as she retrieved the third envelope and tore it open.

"I think we might really need these drinks now," mumbled Mona. She moved back to the couch, demurely sat down, and handed the card to George. George glanced at it and his eyebrows shot up.

"Oh, mercy me, lady! We are not in Atlanta anymore, Todo! Or Kansas, for that matter. Or, Melbourne."

He read the card aloud:

Turn about is fair play so men now will kiss the women. Women cannot use their hands in anyway. After only kissing for a prescribed time a second bell will sound. After that time, men may touch the women anywhere they like. Women cannot resist unless they choose to leave the game. When the buzzer sounds, men must stop immediately and move to the next rooms listed on forearms. Proceed."

Her full glass slipped from Mona's hand and the contents spread all over the floor at her feet. She looked back at George, then up at the TV screen. Ian and Julie again sat at opposite ends of the couch staring at one another. Julie was gesturing anxiously at the television camera. Now, along with the picture, Mona noted that there also was audio.

Mona adjusted the volume and heard Julie saying, "We are watching you, Alex, and that...that...that blond whore. Someone must be watching us too. Just keep that in mind, sir. Your wife probably is the one watching! Remember that when we get to the touching part, buster. Get my drift." Julie had a wild look in her eye.

A curious look came over Mona's face as she began to deduce.

"If Julie is watching her husband and I am watching Ian, then your wife likely is looking and listening to us, Mr. Morgan," Mona stated flatly.

"So would you like to leave the game before I feel you up then?" said George matter-of-factly.

Mona recoiled in shock.

"I think it is only proper and gentlemanly to give you fair warning," said George as if he was back in Atlanta making a sale. "I would encourage you to give up now. When the bell sounds I fully intend to explore your entire body!" He smiled as evil a grin as he could muster.

A chill ran through Mona. So this was the way the game is played, she reasoned, and I am falling victim to George Morgan's strategy right off the bat.

The more she thought, the more frustrated Mona became. She had George's cunning tactics all figured out but could not do anything about it.

George's startling conversation was not missed by the serious players in John Cord's gaming room or by Beverly Morgan either. John Cord was delighted by it.

"Oh, fellow students of human nature," Cord announced, "our Mister Morgan has made his opening gambit. Will we lose the Townsends now? Place your bets quickly and enjoy the fun!"

Across the hall from George, Julie looked incredulously back at the television just in time to see Alex kissing Ingrid again. This time he was on top and his back was to the camera. Ingrid lay back against the soft couch clearly enjoying Alex's kisses. Ingrid had her fingers interlaced behind Alex's head in a clear violation of the "touching" rules.

"Damn him," uttered Julie. "How can I forgive him for that?"

"Wanna get even?" whispered Ian. He touched the back of Julie's hair tentatively.

"I don't know," sputtered an obviously confused Julie. She pouted and contemplated for a moment, pulled herself erect in her seat, and resolutely answered, "Yes."

Ian instantly moved over to her and kissed her tenderly. Julie's guilt and shame slowly started to fade away as she warmed to his gentle, sensuous touch.

Unexpectedly a bell rang out over the loudspeaker startling everyone. JJ had his mouth against Beverly's, but her attention was directed toward Mona and George on the television screen. Beverly had heard and understood George's little psychological scheme designed to threaten Mona. Now Beverly had to do her part, a much more challenging proposition given that the large black man now kissing her was about to have permission to touch her just as George had suggested to Mona.

"What ifs" flooded Beverly's mind as she felt JJ's giant hand move slowly across to her pendulous left breast. Beverly expected to feel instant revulsion, but instead, JJ's advance sent pleasant shivers through her entire body.

"Maybe you want to drop out now, huh, baby...before this gets too rough?" whispered JJ.

"No, thanks," sighed Beverly.

To emphasize her conclusion, Beverly flicked her tongue along JJ's lips. With that bit of encouragement, JJ moved his hand down the outline of her waist and found her plump ass. All the while he held the kiss. Electric tingles emanated in Beverly from every place he touched. Hairless cocks from the porn films she and George had shared began to dance in Beverly's head. JJ's huge body seemed all around her at once.

Hang in there, Bev, she thought. Get that money for George.

Beverly felt resolute until JJ's hand moved to her leg and quickly her bravery departed from her. Now she was terrified. He was reaching for her most private, intimate place...George's place.

Oh god, now I will have to stop this. I must stop before this goes too far. We will just have to lose. George would want me to stop this...I know he would.

Beverly glanced at the television screen on the far wall in an effort to confirm her decision. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw George brazenly moving his hand up Mona's leg and under her skirt. Mona was digging her fingernails into the leather couch and grimacing as if she was in great pain. The audio portion picked up George's constant admonitions for Mona to quit. Over and over, he repeated the words as he made bolder and bolder attacks on Mona's modesty.

George is making his move, thought Beverly. I have to hang in there. I can't let him down.

Beverly closed her eyes and tried to relax. Her eyes involuntarily popped back open when she felt JJ's hand slide down to her ankles. As his hand moved back upward, it carried with it the hem of Beverly's flowing gown. In an instant, JJ placed his hand on her knees and wiggled his fingers down between them. There his hand paused for a brief moment and then started a new journey upward. Beverly knew exactly what his target was.

Beverly consulted the television again. George was fondling Mona's breasts through her clothing with one hand. His other hand had completely disappeared under her skirt. Amazingly, Beverly felt herself getting aroused by the sight of her husband having his way with another woman. The look on Mona's face betrayed her real feelings as well. Her grimace of pain had changed to one of passion and lust.

Sweet Jesus, what am I doing? What is George doing to that woman? Is he touching her pussy? Is she responding to his touch?

Confusion began to mix with Beverly's lust and apprehension. Relentlessly, JJ's hand moved closer and closer to the objective.

All of a sudden, Beverly became aware of JJ's other hand. Until now, she had not noticed that he was slowly unbuttoning the top of her floral dress. She tried to look down, but JJ held his lips fast against hers and blocked her view. Beverly's heart began to pound and the room started to spin. Everything within her demanded that she run away. Consciously and deliberately she tried to fight those feelings and slowly she began to give in to her most secret desires, desires that she barely knew she had.

In Room 1, Julie held her lips firmly against Ian's while she watched and listened to Alex and Ingrid in Room 3. The TV screen was filled with images of Alex fondling Ingrid's enormous breasts, one of which now was exposed for all to see. In this brief moment, Julie felt as if her life had turned upside down. Everything was a blur, except the crystal clear television images of her husband and that woman.

In her imagination, Julie felt herself entering the television to watch Ingrid and Alex. She was oblivious to everything else. Vaguely, she felt Ian's hand on her shoulder. She ignored it and concentrated on Alex.

Julie grimaced as Alex slid his hand inside Ingrid's top. Faintly, Julie felt the shoulder straps of her dress being drawn from her shoulders. Tears began to obscure her vision. She wiped them away with her hand, but more appeared to replace the first. It was as if she had left her body completely. Her tight dress top moved downward, seemingly on it own, and the straps pinned her arms to her sides, but she barely noticed.

Alex's hand traced down Ingrid's side and along her shapely legs. Julie almost wretched as she watched Ingrid spread her legs wider apart in anticipation of Alex's touch. Julie felt nothing as the armholes of her own dress were slipped over her elbows. Julie simply stared at Ingrid's parting legs.

Out of the blue, a startling realization in full view on the television screen hit Julie like a ton of bricks.

No panties! NO FAIR! The slut has NO panties on! That's cheating! I have on panties. All nice women wear panties. I would never go without...The whore has no panties!

Julie's mental frenzy ceased instantly. Ian's hand was on her leg just as Alex's was on Ingrid's. Julie noticed Ian for the first time in a long while and started to panic. Just a suddenly, a new strategy developed in Julie troubled mind.

Almost at once, a strange sense of peace came over her.

It's ok...I simply will imagine that I am being touched by Alex! It is Alex that I feel!

Julie relaxed and closed her eyes. Now the touch she felt wasn't dirty any longer. She gasped as fingers fondled her small breast.

That's Alex's soft hand, she imagined.

Fingers pinched a firm nipple through the thin fabric of her bra.

That is Alex playing with me. It is fine...I enjoy making love to Alex...no guilt...just Alex.

Soon Alex/Ian's caresses began to take their sexual toll. Julie felt herself slipping into that mysterious sexual zone where every touch and caress caused sexual electricity to slither into her most private place. Her pussy began to tingle with exquisite pain and she started to ease toward orgasm.

*****

John Cord's voice echoed through the La Domaine Riche, "Our players are getting into the game with fervor now, don't you think? Wow! Pretty hot stuff! How hot can it get? Only time will tell. The odds are changing on the Adams, Julie and Alex. They obviously are not quite as innocent as they seemed at first. That's why, ladies and gentlemen, we call this place the Casino du Roturier...the casino of ordinary people. These are 'ordinary people' acting in extraordinary ways...just for money. Ah, greed. It is a powerful force indeed. Now all you other greedy folks, place your bets. Are you ready for the next portion of the game?"

The crowd roared in the affirmative.

"You are really going to like this one! Just how low will they go? We are all about to find out." Chapter 9

A loud angry buzzer pierced the silence and the televisions in each of the four contestant rooms flashed to black. Julie was genuinely disappointed to feel her lover suddenly leave her side and her erogenous zones. She kept her eyes clinched shut and hoped that somehow this was all a dream (and that the dream would somehow continue). All her attention was drawn to her aching pussy. It seemed to have a life of its own and was sending her signals that she had never felt before.

The loudspeaker announced, "Men now move to your next room, as indicated."

Down the hall, Alex reluctantly left Ingrid panting on the dark leather couch and headed for the door. Standing just outside was George Morgan. He had lipstick smeared around his lips and chin and he was breathing hard and fast. His cock protruded quite obviously inside his pants.

"You are going to like what is in there, my friend," said Alex as he examined his own forearm. His second number was 4.

Just then, Alex saw JJ emerge from Room 2. JJ's massive cock stood upright in his pants also. The bulge was visible even at a distance. Had his cock not leaned a bit to starboard, it would have protruded over and out the top of his trousers. JJ saw George and smiled.

"You got a hot wife there, George," smiled JJ. "Such sweet pussy." JJ obscenely sniffed his fingers.