Jean-Jacques Tibor - The loser_s wife

Laura swayed in the strength of his hands holding her. She knew it was she and Johnny's only chance to ever get even again and the whole of their future lay in her decision. She tried to think, to clear the confusion from her mind but she couldn't. The pressure was too great and she could only stand there with a glazed expression in her eyes, not moving or showing any emotion whatsoever.

"Well, come on, baby. You do love Johnny, don'cha?" He chided her at her weakest point. "You wouldn't be the cause of him losin' his big chance, now would you?"

Laura closed her eyes momentarily as she felt the big man's hands slip down from her shoulders and fondle her full, protruding breasts with a familiarity that repulsed her. She winced, her lips contorting slightly from the combination of the drink and another man's hands touching her as only Johnny, her husband, should be allowed to do. God, she had been shamed and humiliated enough last night by that horrible landlord of theirs and she didn't think she would be able to go through it again, no matter what. But… at the same time… she knew she had absolutely no choice and her delaying tactics were only to postpone the final moment as long as possible.

"Look, baby, we'll make it easy. One turn of the roulette wheel and you get to choose the color. If the little ball lands in your color, you win. If it lands in mine, then ole Deke gets to play a little 'hide the weeney' with you."

She suddenly jerked back from him, her eyes narrowing. "You don't have to be so crude about it. It's horrible enough as it is."

"That's my girl," he smiled slyly, sensing by the tone of her voice that she had already resigned herself to accept his proposition. "After all, you got a fifty-fifty chance and that's better than you've got downstairs when you're throwing money into it."

Laura's mind whirled. In spite of her dislike for the fat, insipid little man, these were the best odds they would ever have. Certainly better than Johnny had had last night when he had been playing against the house. And… she could put them even again in just a matter of minutes. But… Oh God, if she lost! Her eyes flickered involuntarily over the short, fat man's body in front of her and she shivered in revulsion at the thought of his touching her naked, defenseless flesh. But… NO… NO… she couldn't think about that now. It was her and Johnny's whole life she would be betting against just a few short minutes with this pig of a man. She couldn't let Johnny down now… when it really mattered. She just couldn't! And besides, she might even win! The chances were good and the right was on her side and that should count for something!

"Just one spin of the wheel, Laura, and it's all yours. The contract, the five thousand, and you and Johnny home free." He goaded her on, aware of the emotional battle that was raging in her mind.

"A-And if you win," she ventured falteringly. "You s-said you would forget some of the debt."

"You drive a hard bargain, kid." He grinned and stroked her chin. "Yeah, we'll forget the whole thing. You'd be worth five grand in the rack any day. So that means all we're spinning for is whether or not you're gonna put out to old Deke here. That's pretty fair."

Laura's hopes rose slightly when she heard this and as Black Jack pressed another drink in her hand and she took a long, hard swallow, a feeling of almost invincible confidence suddenly arose within her. She knew she was going to win! She just had to! After all, she was doing it for Johnny and his love and that made it so right! So right that it just couldn't go wrong!

She looked up at him, squarely in the eyes for the first time that evening and then brushed her long silken hair out of her eyes. It all seemed so easy now – perhaps reckless, but easy. In a matter of minutes all her and Johnny's problems would be over and she could fly home to him and tell him all about it.

"Alright, Deke. I'll play." And in spite of her exuberant confidence there was a slight quiver in her voice. She knew there was no turning back now and she knew she was in this thing right up to her… to her… well, to her pussy, as Deke persisted in calling it, and she almost laughed from the grim thought, but it became all too serious a moment later as Deke grinned triumphantly and turned her toward the waiting table.

He had been waiting to get at that sniveling singer's young, voluptuous wife for a long time and now it had finally arrived. He smiled inwardly also at the secret thought that by the time they had finished the game she would be ready for anything he wanted to do to her. Black Jack had been doctoring her drinks carefully with tiny, tiny doses of Spanish fly and the affects were beginning to tell slightly already. He had detected it first when he had slipped his hand down to her breasts a few moments ago and had set off a small, but highly perceptible, tremor racing through her body. She had hidden it quickly by moving away from him but he knew it had been there and it wouldn't be much longer now until she got the full force of it. He had instructed Black Jack to save the knockout doses until last and she was sipping away on it now. He licked his lips in anticipation as, walking behind her, he watched the sensuous swaying of her full, rounded hips and buttocks. Man, it was going to be really something to cup those white, fleshy mounds in his hands as he rammed his cock up deep inside her. He could hardly wait and felt like grabbing her right now and throwing her over on the bed and shoving it to her with all her clothes on. But he smiled patiently to himself and thought, might as well make it all nice and legal like. It'll be more fun when she knows she's gotta do it whether she wants to or not.

Laura sat down on one of the stools at the wheel, thankful for its support. She felt awfully weak, but at the same time, for some strange reason, she'd never felt so good – so warm and alive – in her life.

Deke Vito brought her a heavily doctored drink and tried to affect a little nervousness in his voice as he spoke.

"Well, to the victor, the spoils. What'll it be, red or black?"

Black Jack stood in the corner, just as intent on the tall brunette's answer as the man at the table. He was behind the bar and, after noiselessly sliding a small panel aside, stood with his hand poised above two buttons, waiting for her answer. The buttons controlled the multi-colored wheel where the man and woman sat. If the weight of the ball depressed the wrong color in one of the grooves, the metal rib that separated the red from black would lower just long enough to allow the ball to move over one color. With the wheel still spinning, it was virtually impossible to detect.

It wouldn't have worked downstairs in the casino, but up here for Mr. Mornay's special customers it had never been detected.

Laura toyed with her drink for a moment before she answered.

"Red." She smiled nervously at Vito. "I'll take red."

Black Jack pushed the button with the small "B" in the center and moved from behind the bar.

"Okay, Laura baby, I've got black. Why don't we have Black Jack spin the wheel so there's no chance that either of us could cheat."

He moved around next to her and dropped his hand to her thigh. As he moved it all the way up until it was nestled firmly between the juncture of her legs Laura felt a violent, trembling sensation race through her.

My God! What's the matter with me? He touches me and I start to quiver. I can't stand the sight of him, and yet his hands feel so good.

Deke felt the hot moistness of her skin, felt her move beneath his hand and knew that the drinks were having their effect. It wouldn't be long now. Just this silly game and he'd have young Mrs. Dutton exactly where he wanted her.

Laura tried to tear her mind away from his electrifying touch and concentrate as the huge black man nodded to them both and casually spun the wheel.