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massaging my shoulders, brushing her breasts against my back.

I know why you’re here, sweetie, I say to myself. It’s not because of my charming smile, but it’s all right with me. I’m no prude. Just a few more hands, and then we’ll have a good time.

I get up from the table with $300,000 in chips. The manager signs the cheque personally. I have to admit that they are gracious losers. He shakes my hand and informs me that my luggage has already been moved to the VIP suite. He gives me a card entitling me to free use of all of the hotel’s facilities. And this hotel has everything: floor shows, bars, restaurants, girls. You name it. They have it. I promise that I will be back tomorrow to triple my winnings. We are both happy.

Now I get down to business. I take my well-endowed bunny and go into the casino’s fanciest restaurant. The credit card works wonders. The special treatment we receive is fantastic. Everyone has already heard about me. The table is surrounded by waiters.

Sweet-and-sour ribs, sir? Waldorf salad? Would you like to try a new kind of crêpe? Wine? Fish in garlic and butter? A T-bone steak with french fries? What kind of dressing would you like on the chef’s salad? Roquefort? Yes, sir, right away. A banana split or ice cream? Chocolate and strawberry ice cream? Yes, of course, sir. You know just what to order.

The flattery pays off for the waiter. I don’t leave anyone out. They all ask me to return. If I was a