Robert Jenkins - Suzy in bondage

"No shit!" Hammer exclaimed. "How does a gutless asshole like Ben Jackson rate that?"

"I think he brings out the mother instinct in young girls," Glenda said.

Hammer looked at her sharply. "How about you?" he demanded. "Does he do anything for your mother instinct?"

"You should know better, Frank," Glenda replied coolly. "If I were ever unlucky enough to be a mother, I'd eat my young."

"I'll bet you would," Hammer grinned. "That's why I keep you around. In case I have any young that need eating."

"Like little Miss Ryan?"

"Could be," Hammer said thoughtfully. "That gorgeous little hunk of ass might be useful someday."

"I'd love to play fun games with her awhile," Glenda said. "I hate perfect little bitches like that. With their prim, holier-than-thou manners."

Glenda's face hardened for a moment. Her stunning beauty vanished under a mask of cold viciousness.

"You just hold yourself back until I give the word," Hammer warned her.

Just then one of the pit bosses came up to Hammer. "That Jackson guy's asking for more credit. Should I give it to him?" he asked doubtfully.

Hammer hesitated a moment. His eyes were on Sue rather than Ben. "Sure… go ahead," he ordered. "Make it a limit of another two grand."

The pit boss looked surprised. Hammer usually wasn't one to give money away to a bad risk. But he shrugged his shoulders and walked back to Ben. He'd learned a long time ago never to question Big Frank Hammer.

Ben was tense as he watched the pit boss come back toward him.

"It's okay, Mr. Jackson," the pit boss said. "Up to another two thousand."

"There… I told you!" Ben said excitedly, squeezing Sue's arm. "I told you you'd bring me luck!"

"But what if you lose, Ben?" Sue asked. But her heart wasn't in her question. Frankly, she was fascinated by the casino. It wasn't at all like she'd imagined. Instead of dirt and stealth, she was faced with glitter and liveliness.

"Everyone's so well dressed," she whispered to Ben. She had wondered why he wanted to wear his tux.

"Sure… it's a high-class place," Ben said, grinning broadly. "Come on… let's hit the tables."

Taking his stack of chips, Ben pushed toward the roulette tables. "You try your luck," he told Sue.

"But I don't know what to do," she demurred. Nevertheless, she played. Within a short time she was immersed in the gaming.

"Oh, Ben… I didn't know it could be so much fun!" Sue bubbled as she raked in a stack of chips.

"It sure as hell is… especially when you're winning," Ben said ruefully. "I told you you were lucky. Look! Your number's come up again!"

Sue was indeed lucky. Over the next hour she won steadily, until she and Ben were over a thousand dollars ahead. Even after paying off the four thousand Ben was in hock to Hammer.

Worried, the pit boss sidled up to Hammer. "Hey, Frank! That Jackson character's gettin' rich off your money!"

Hammer flicked the ash off his cigarette. "Let them win a little more. Then peel 'em back until they're maybe three, four hundred ahead. String 'em along."

Ben saw the pit boss talking to Hammer. "Hey, Frank!" he called. "Afraid I'm going to win for once?" As usual, Ben had been drinking. He was a little out of control.

Hammer walked over to Sue and Ben. He smiled, the picture of urbanity. "Not at all, Ben," he said suavely. "It's good for the image when somebody makes a killing. I'm glad to see you winning."

Hammer looked inquisitively at Sue. "You haven't introduced us," he reminded Ben.

"Oh… yeah. Sue, this is Frank Hammer, the owner of this joint. Frank, this is Sue Ryan, my fiancee."

"Delighted to meet you, Miss Ryan," Hammer said, bowing slightly. "May I call you Sue?"

"Yes… please," Sue stammered.

Hammer was looking straight into her eyes. Suddenly her legs felt weak. There was an overpowering aura around Frank Hammer. Of power, ruthlessness. A little flutter started in her belly. A moist heat grew between her thighs.

Frank gave her another long look. Sue felt as if he were probing into her soul. Into the darkest, most hidden parts of her.

"Don't let me take you away from your gaming," he said finally. "I hope you have good luck."

Stunned, surprised by her reaction to Hammer, Sue turned back to the table. She didn't win very much after that. Finally, when they were down to three or four hundred dollars, she suggested they leave.

"Don' wanna." Ben said drunkenly. "Wanna win big."

Suddenly Sue felt disgust for Ben. "I did what you wanted, didn't I? You got your money back. Now take me home or I'll go by myself!"

Ben's mouth dropped open. Never before had Sue talked to him this way. His bravado collapsed, and without a struggle, he took her home.

"Don't you want to stay with me tonight?" he asked miserably.

"No. Go home and sleep it off."

Unhappily Ben drove home. His little house seemed cold and empty. Ben was one of those unfortunate persons who can never stand to be alone. Not even for a few hours. He had to drink when he was alone. To kill the fear.

Opening another bottle of whiskey, Ben sat down by the phone. He started calling women, not so much to try to get them to sleep with him as to have someone feminine to talk to. But he always ended up abusing them over the phone.

He was talking to a former girlfriend on the East Coast when there was a knock on the door.

"Hold on, Doris," he muttered into the phone.

Ben nearly choked on his drink when he opened the door. Glenda, from the casino, was standing on the porch, smiling softly at him.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" she asked in her low sultry voice.

"Huh? Oh, yeah… sure. Come in," Ben muttered. His mind was still in a drunken haze. When he had ushered Glenda in, he quickly hung up the phone.

"Uuh… what brings you here?" he asked lamely.

"You. I was watching you at the casino tonight. It occurred to me I hardly know you. I'd like to do something about that."

Ben was stunned. Was he imagining it or was this beautiful woman making a play for him? The mocking, sultry look in her eyes suggested she was.

Ben's blood began to boil. His eyes swept up and down Glenda's lush figure. God, what a build! She was bigger than Sue. Fuller, more mature. Ben guessed she must be about twenty-five. God, what a fuck she must be!

But then fear swept over him. Glenda was Big Frank Hammer's girl. Fucking around with her would be like fucking around with dynamite!

"Aren't you going to ask me to sit down?" Glenda asked.

"Sure… sure…"

Ben waved Glenda toward the couch. He started to sit down on a nearby chair. But Glenda caught his hand and pulled him down beside her.

"I was watching you tonight," she said as he sat stiffly beside her. "I like your style."

Glenda had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. She thought Ben Jackson was a gutless creep. Like Frank did. But he did have a nice body. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad after all. Trust Frank to know what he was doing.

"You don't seem happy that I'm here."

"Oh, no… no… I'm glad," Ben blurted. God he was glad! But he was scared. Glenda was so close to him he could feel her body heat. And smell her subtle perfume. She was leaning a little toward him and he found himself staring down the scooped-out neckline of her low-cut dress. What a woman! But she was Frank Hammer's woman!

"Relax," Glenda purred. "I'm not going to bite."

Her hand was on his thigh. To Ben, it felt as if it were burning right through his pantleg.

"You're a very handsome man," Glenda murmured in Ben's ear. And she meant it.

But all Ben could think of was that her hand had shifted a little. Now her fingertips were resting just over his cock. Horrified, he felt his prick begin to grow inside his pants. She'd notice!