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My name is Amber, and you may remember me from the story, 'Not Everything in Life is Black and White,' with my friend Kat.Well, I want to tell you all about my summer, and the pickle I got myself into. I had the opportunity, with Kat, to work as a hostess at a Casino. Our work was to cheer up the punters and help make their day, build them up when they won, and make them feel better when they lost. No touching, no fraternising and no drinking.It was fun, and quite a turn-on galivanting around in skimpy clothes, being assessed by the horny punters, and getting tips out of all proportion to the pay. Kat and I found ways after work in the early hours to unwind and help us sleep. I'll leave that to your imagination as I have so much more to tell you.It was almost time to go home, and I had finished work the day before, but Kat had one more duty to go. I decided that having spent all summer as a hostess, it was time I saw life from the other side. I wouldn't have dared, but the boss was away, so I thought I could get away with it.My tips meant that I had bought some lovely clothes and decided to dress up and blow a bit of money at the tables. I showered and stood naked in front of the full-length mirror, admiring my youthful body, my nipples stiffening as I looked. I slipped on a matching bra and negligible thong and turned to view my cheeky esat escort bayan (http://esat.t2bro.net/) buttocks in the mirror. Perfect.A short summer dress, strappy sandals and a simple gold necklace complemented the bright red lipstick and with a good dab of perfume, I was ready to show those boys how to make money.Striding into the casino as if I owned the place, I was greeted by Kat."What the fuck are you doing?" she said, "the Boss will go mad and we'll never be invited back.""He's not here, silly girl," I retorted, "and anyway, how can he complain? I'm not an employee any more and hardly likely to break the bank.""Well I?m employed here, and I'm not allowed to fraternise, at least not until later. Please behave."With a snort of derision, I flounced off to the blackjack table.Three rounds of that and I was up on the night. Quite a lot actually, and rather full of myself, and getting a lot of attention from both men and women because of my apparent luck. I swanned over to the roulette table.Starting slowly, I put a small amount on Red, then Black as I gauged how things seemed to be going. My courage, or you might say foolhardiness, increasing as the night and alcohol progressed.Suddenly I was aware of a couple standing next to me, one on either side. "You're doing well," the young man said, and I was aware of his hand resting Escort etimesgut (http://etimesgut.t2bro.net/) gently on my bottom."Yes," his partner said in a husky, sexy voice, "let us help. We're good at this you know." Her arm was around my shoulders and it felt rather good.Alcohol is dastardly in its ability to make you feel warm and secure, and I felt just that. Silly me.Listening to their advice, I became more adventurous in my betting. As I ventured from red and black, odd and even, to individual numbers, the voices in my ears encouraging me more and more, my winnings and my starter pot began to diminish. Dollar by dollar, it all slipped away from me.As I turned, tearful from the table, the young woman said to me, "come and join us in the VIP room." I turned and looked at her for the first time. She was beautiful, stunningly dressed, taller than me and she took my breath away.""No money," I gurgled."We'll sort it," the young man replied, and again I turned and was swept away by his handsome face and toned body.Not knowing which way to turn, I meekly let them take me by each arm into the VIP room as the doors silently closed behind us.The clientele was clearly very rich and very experienced at the gambling tables. Thankfully I was able to watch for a while as I took stock of what had happened. Were they a con pair? Matt and etlik escort (http://etlik.t2bro.net/) Lucy sounded unlikely names, so I was, as I thought, on my guard. However, they did seem to be winning so I relaxed and enjoyed watching, forgetting my earlier downfall."Your turn," Lucy said, but I shook my head."No money.""How about I buy that necklace?" said Matt, "a hundred bucks maybe?" It had cost half that, so I agreed, and started to bet again, the adrenaline returning.Oh dear, all too soon, this too had disappeared, and once again I was ready to leave. "Fifty dollars for the sandals," Lucy said and I now understood the gambling addiction. Without a word, I agreed and slipped out of my shoes.As you can imagine, that sort of money doesn't last long in an environment like that. Before I could blink after the last dollar fell, that husky voice in my ear said, "luck changes, you know, two-hundred dollars for the dress."Now that was surely a step too far. I looked around and saw there were no more than ten people in the room, half men, half women, all glamorous, all smiling, all watching for my reaction. Several of the women had a lot of cleavage on display and wallowed in showing off their voluptuousness. One of these caught my eye and gave a gentle nod.Knowing the escape routes from my work as a hostess, and before I could analyse the situation in any more detail, I slipped off the dress, which left me standing in only my bra and that somewhat ludicrous, if not meaningless thong. Vaguely aware of the applause that echoed around the table, I started betting again with my new-found wealth. For a while, it paid off, and before long I had doubled my money.