Cydney Brennan was looking to get lucky and she was going to find it some how at the Lucky Lady Casino. Strolling past the Penny slots, she watched a group of women taking turns at pulling the handle.

“Amateurs,” she said under her breath. She was in search of the real action. High limits. There was only one thing better in life than sex and that was the thrill of a slot machine spitting out heavy gold coins. Just the sound of the coins dropping into the metal tray, made her want to cum. She couldn’t wait to find a machine, but not just any machine. She had to hear the right voices or her machine had to speak to her and say the right things. Tonight, she wanted it rough and raw.

The local slot sluts conjured around a bald headed man who obviously didn’t mind the attention from the blonde with the fake boobs who rubbed his leg while softly brushing his cock. It was the oldest trick in the book. One tramp would deter him while the other one slipped racked coins into her purse. If done properly, the skanky bitches would stand to profit over a grand a night not to mention whatever hundred dollar bills this poor fool would stuff down their low cut shirts.

“Where ya going sweetheart?”

There it was; that familiar voice luring her over. “Bring that sweet ass over here and pull on me.”

It didn’t take long for one of the Hosts in an Armani suit to notice her searching for the right machine. High rollers were usually men who demanded free drinks and the right to feel-up the cocktail waitresses. It was refreshing to watch a woman in action. They didn’t demand anything other than to be left alone.

“I got all the action you’ll ever need.” Cydney’s eyes shifted to the triple diamond progressive machine then over to the Host watching her. “Rub me the right way, honey and I’ll cum in your hand.” That’s the talk she was looking for tonight. Her throat felt dry but already a tantalizing quiver was slowly beginning to awaken her inner cleft of her loins. The flashing neon lights warmed her skin as she positioned herself on the plush high back chair. “Do me, baby,” she whispered. “Show me what you got big boy.”

The gin and tonics were treating her very well, but Mr. Progressive was fucking her over. Three thousand was usually her limit, but the tempting and teasing kept her wanting more. Her ass hurt and she was getting pissed.

“You better get over there and make her feel wanted. Looks like she’s getting ready to call it quits,” chuckled one of the security guards.

“I see that, but you know women and gambling,” he trailed off. “She won’t be satisfied until she hits that progressive.”

“What’s it up to?”

“One hundred and fifty-two thousand.” He watched her every movement. There was something about her and the way she played. She wasn’t a regular at this casino, those he knew by name, but she knew how to stroke that machine just right. He wondered what it would feel like if she stroked him that same way.

“It’s eleven o’clock and time for my break. The slot sluts left so you should be able to handle to the floor. Earn your money and go meet her. In other words, do your job.”

Landon waited for Harold to leave the area. He wanted to do more than just introduce himself. He knew his wife wouldn’t appreciate an affair, but she wasn’t here. Matter of fact, she was never anywhere. He was tired of the nonstop working hours and questioned mentally whether she was anywhere he thought she was.

“Can I get you another drink?” He flagged down a cocktail waitress sending her a silent message for her to double up on the gin.

Cydney stopped playing to glance at the man standing by her machine. “I didn’t think you would ever come over. Aren’t you hired to keep me happy?” She chided. “I mean I’ve been sitting here for hours watching you stare a hole through me.”

“I’m Landon. Landon Cole. And you are?”

Cydney pressed the replay button. “Hot and thirsty, but you can call me Cydney.”

Hot she was, that was undeniable. She shifted in her chair to cross her legs allowing her skirt to rise slightly revealing more of her thigh. He envisioned those legs wrapped tightly around his waist riding him to periodic oblivion. His tailored suit began to feel constricted by every move she made. Where was that cocktail waitress?

It was then as the waitress handed him her drink, it happened. He heard that recognizable sound, the final click of the last wheel locking into place. The progressive payout had hit. Bells echoed throughout the casino. Light flashed brighter than ever.

“Fuck Yeah!” Cydney bellowed.

Landon quickly reached for his radio relaying messages for security to clear the area. Handing the drink over to her, he whispered into her ear. “Wait for security to get here. Then follow them to the other side. I need you to stay with them until your money is paid. Here is my card if you need anything, just ask.”

“I do need something,” she replied with a gleam in her crystal blue eyes.

“You name it.”

“Come with me back to my suite and fuck me.”

“Are you serious?” He questioned, but felt stupid for asking.

Cydney leaned into his chest, pulling his neck closer to her lips. “I’m very serious.”

Landon Cole was very good at his job and he wanted to keep it. Most of all, he wanted her. Her request was a little out of the ordinary, but it was something he could accommodate. At this point he was willing to do anything to relieve the throbbing pressure.

It seemed like hours had passed, but his hard-on remained. After counting and placing her money in blue zipped bags, she motioned for Landon to follow her with the security guards to her room. She handed the key to him and waited for him to open the door.

“I thought they’d never leave, did you?”

“They have to and aren’t allowed in the patrons rooms.”

Cydney started unzipping the moneybags one by one, spewing hundred dollar bills about the king sized bed. He had never seen so much money tossed about like it was garbage. “You weren’t serious were you?”

“I am dead serious. Why? You backing out?” She unbuttoned her shirt revealing a lacy black bra and plump breasts.

She wasn’t joking and Landon wasn’t going to pass-up an opportunity of a life time. Her eyes drifted to the bed covered in money. “I want you to do me in this pile of money.”

His pulsating cock demanded release from the confines of his suit. He watched as she sank down on the bed, tugging on her skirt. Damned if she was wearing a matching thong. This had to be a dream he thought.

Her gazed focused on him. “Are you going to fuck me now, or what?”

Landon stripped off his suit, inhaling deeply at the sight set before him.

The sight of him naked swept through her. Her throbbing clit awaited his touch as he stroked the folds of her pussy. The harder he sucked on the pink nub, the more she bucked against his face. He felt her muscled walls contract as his fingers delved deeper inside her. She was getting closer as he coaxed her sweet cream down for him to taste. Soft moans of pleasure escaped from her lips as she twisted her nipples.

Spreading her legs wider, he guided himself into her passage allowing her to set the rhythm. Cydneys eyes stayed fixed on his cock as it pumped in and out of her.

“Harder,” she repeated in a commanding voice.

Thrusting harder and faster he couldn’t hold back any longer. Her nails drove in hard against his back as he released his heated cum.

Landon shifted to her side feeling the crumpled money beneath him. It felt awkward, but in the same sense was the wildest rush beyond his wildest dream.

“Have you ever done this before?” He asked panting.

“You mean fuck in a pile of money?”

She got up to get a bottled water from the wet bar and opened a bag of cashews. She took a long sip and handed it to him while flopping down on the bed.

“That too. I mean that part was amazing, but that’s not what I wanted to know.”

“Then what? Pick-up a hot host, then fuck his brains out?”

“Yes.”

“Usually, I fuck my husband, but he’s not here and you are.” She smiled at him.

“Your married?”

“Yep,” she took the water from him and finished it off. “Honey, don’t read into it, ok? You handed me your card and asked if there was anything you could do for me to just ask. Remember, Landon?” Cydney was ready for round two.

“I did say that, but I meant a compted meal or something.”

“Okay, then. I’m hungry.” She reached for his cock and began stroking the head just like she had stroked Mr. Progressive.

He was the right choice; she had heard the voices. It was always the Host in the Armani suit who spoke the loudest not the machines.