Bon Chance

By Deena

He couldn't figure it out.

He had been watching her for more than two nights now and still couldn't figure out how she was doing it; how she was winning. She flitted from game to game, trying them all - roulette, blackjack, poker, dice. You name it and she had tried it. And won.

And walked away from each game each night after winning a sizeable amount of money.

The only way he figured he could figure it out was by getting close to her. Very close.

And tonight was the night.

Morales Pittman, dressed to the nines in a rented tuxedo that somehow on him looked tailor-made, drew near to the beautiful blonde with the calm demeanor and the mesmerizing green eyes. She was dressed in a simple black sheath with spaghetti straps. It was cut straight across her chest and merely hinted at the beautiful breasts that were hidden beneath the velvet. When she turned around for a moment to accept the bubbling glass of champagne from the waiter, he saw that the dress plunged to the dimples in her lush buttocks. She turned back to the roulette wheel and placed her bet.

"Number 13, black."

Morales did the same. Copying her bets he had acquired a sizable amount of cash in the hotel safe.

But it was not enough.

Now he wanted more than merely money. He wanted her. It would, as they say, kill two birds with one stone. Once she was his, her uncanny luck would also be his.

It was time.

The wheel spun, blurring the numbers and colors until finally it slowed down. All eyes watched as the small metal ball skipped and jumped around and around. At last, it rested. On number 13, black. Morales had had no doubt that it would be so. Now to make his move.

"You are Lady Luck, si?" He asked in a voice that had charmed both women and men to do whatever he asked.

Startled, the elegant fair-haired female turned to him.

"Lady Luck? Were you speaking to me?" Her voice was whiskey soft with an accent he couldn't quite place.

"Si. Yes, I was. It is obvious that you are Lady Luck. You win all the time."

The laughter that erupted from her mouth was gay and unaffected. Her hand briefly rested on his arm as she giggled like a schoolgirl.

"I don't win all the time, Mr.?"

"Pittman. Morales Pittman. Please call me Morales. I could not help but notice that you do indeed win. Every game you have played at, you have won. You have much too much an honest face. So, you must be Lady Luck herself."

"You've been watching me?" Her perfectly plucked brows arched up in astonishment.

"Yes. And I have not been able to tell if you have been cheating. So…Lady Luck." He took her slim hand and bowed over it gracefully, bringing it to his lips and kissing it, his mouth lingering, his tongue daringly licking her pearly white skin. He could feel her tremble as he held her fingers a second longer than appropriate.

"There are some things that I don't win, Senor Pittman."

"Morales, por favor, Morales. And what have you lost, mi Fortuna?"

"My heart. Over and over again. And still I continue to play for the highest stakes." She spoke softly, her voice barely audible in the noisy Las Vegas casino.

"Perhaps you have not been playing with the correct partner. Perhaps you just need to try your luck with someone new." Once more he took her hand, but this time he gently sucked each finger. His eyes caught hers as he brought her palm to his mouth and delicately licked her lifeline. She shuddered once more.

"Come, querida. Come play with me."

Without a word, she gathered up her winnings, carelessly shoving them into her black clutch purse. With the ease of long experience he quickly took in the fact that the purse was filled with chips. He plucked up the silver lace shawl she had placed on the chair and draped it over her shoulders. Gently he caressed the smooth skin. Still silent, he followed her out of the casino and into the elevator to the Hotel's rooms.

As soon as the door closed, leaving them alone in the lift, he turned her around, knelt behind her and kissed the sweet flesh at the base of her spine. Slowly, he licked his way up her back, ending at her vulnerable nape. The sharp intake of breath revealed his effect on her.

"Your name, querida. What is your name?" He whispered his question in her ear, nipped gently at her ear lobe and kissed the jointure of her neck and shoulder.

"Bonnie. Bonnie Chance"

"Ahh, bonita. Perfecto!"

The keycard smoothly opened the door to the penthouse suite where she was staying. He casually took in the expensive clothes that lay strewn on the chaise lounge. There was a full bar against one mirrored wall and bottles of the finest liquors and wine lined up in a row. A large basket of fruit sat on the round table near the entryway of the room. Scooping up an apple, he bit into the firm juicy flesh. Already he could picture biting into her own sweet flesh.

"Where are you from, bonita?"

"Oh, here and there. And you?"

"There and here." He laughed back.

"I'm surprised I haven't run into you before this."

"Luck." He smiled. "And my luck is obviously turning."

She kicked off her shoes and silently came closer to him. In her stocking feet she barely reached his shoulder. She was small but perfectly formed. His hands itched to undress her and feel her hot silky skin next to his.

"Are you comfortable, Morales? You look a bit hot in that jacket."

"You are right. It is hot. And querida, I am hot. Are you hot?"

"I think so. I think it is all together too hot in this room. How can we take care of this situation?' She stepped even closer to him and fingered his crisp linen shirt.

"I know the easiest way to get comfortable." He reached around her and slid down the zipper of her dress. Pushing the straps off her shoulders, he revealed the lush breasts that he had known were hidden by the velvet material. Her nipples puckered up, offering themselves to his mouth. Bending down, he took one cherry ripe nub between his lips and suckled greedily. She moaned and grabbed onto his shoulders to keep from falling.

"Dulce. Muy dulce."

"Wait," she ordered. "Your shirt. Take it off."

In his haste to comply, he almost tore off the buttons. The need to feel her skin next to his intensified and soon he had stripped off his pants and briefs. His erection was enormous.

With a graceful movement of her hips, the dress fell to the floor. She wore only a black garter belt and thigh high black stockings. She moved as if she was going to remove the garter.

"Stop. Sit down on the bed. Let me do it." He ordered.

She sat at the edge of the bed and Morales knelt between her shapely legs. Her thatch was as golden as the hair on her head. He pressed his face between her thighs and inhaled her arousal. Unhooking her stockings, he slowly, seductively drew them down her legs. His lips and tongue followed the erotic path. As each stocking fell to the floor, he drew her foot into his mouth and lapped at her polished toes. Soon she was naked, her legs spread wide enough for him to fondle her clit. She was wet and hot for him. He smiled to himself; she was so very hot for him.

With a slight push she fell back onto the mattress. He straddled her, his rod gently nudging the entrance to her woman's core.

"Open your eyes, bonita and look at me. I feel lucky." He smiled down at her. "I feel You."

"And am I your lucky piece?" She reached up to caress his lean cheek.

"Absolutamente. You most certainly are…my piece, my lucky piece. Ahora, no more talking. Look at me, bonita, come with me."

With that, he plunged into her hot, slick sheath. Over and over he thrust into her, now fast, now slow. Again and again, he brought them close to ecstasy, until she was begging for release

"Ahh, Morales, love me. Love me now!"

One more surge brought them to the heights. Morales' let out a shout of triumph as he felt Bonnie loose control.

She was his now.

Gathering her limp body in his embrace, he kissed her bruised lips and urged her to sleep.

Tomorrow they would go to work.

*** "Muy hermosa, Bonnie. You are a queen in that dress."

She spun around from her reflection in the mirror. The gold satin gown clung lovingly to every inch. The neckline was high with a standing collar. Golden gloves covered her slim arms from wrist to above the elbow. When she turned around, however, that enticing back was revealed. It made his blood leap when he looked at the sweet line of her spine.

To think, this creature was his, Morales exulted inwardly. Smiling, he remembered how he had woken up that morning. Bonnie had his sleeping cock in her mouth, her hands caressing his balls. Soon his entire body was awake. She sat astride him and rode him until he was bucking like an untried stallion. The morning ended in the shower. As the water cascaded over them, Morales once more brought them pleasure.

"Do you love me, Morales," she asked suddenly.

"Of course, nina. Who could not love you?"

For a moment, a shadow passed over her face.

"Many men."

"Then they were fools. Morales Pittman is no fool. Come, let's play."

She was silent as the elevator brought them to the casino floor.

"What shall we play, querida?" He gazed around the smoke filled room. His eyes darted here and there, examining the different playing fields.

"You choose, Morales."

"Blackjack."

The dealer laid the cards in front of him. Morales turned to Bonnie.

"Should I stay or try for another card, nina?"

"Another card."

"Twenty three. House wins with 19. Place your bets."

He had lost.

She had lost.

"Bonnie, are you feeling well?"

"I feel fine, Morales." But her eyes were sad.

"Come. Let's try the roulette wheel."

"14 red." The croupier gathered up the stack of chips he had placed on 13 black.

"Bonnie?" At this point in time, Morales felt hurt more than anything.

"I thought it would win," she shrugged.

The sweat of desperation trickled down his brow. One more game. They would try one more game.

"Snake eyes."

They left the casino. In silence, they rode up in the elevator. In silence, he opened the hotel room door.

He had no money left. He had only brought his own cash to the casino tonight, figuring that it would be more than enough to play with. Now he had nothing. Nada. He turned accusingly to Bonnie.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Do you love me, Morales? If I had no money and could not win any more money, would you love me, Morales?" Her voice was a mere whisper.

"What are you saying? You win. You always win. Except tonight. Why?" He gripped her arms so tightly he knew there would be marks. Gaining control, he released her. "What happened in the casino?"

"Have you heard the expression 'lucky in cards, unlucky in love'?"

"No."

"Perhaps if you had, you would have been better prepared. If you want me, if you love me, you can have me. But you can't have luck. It's one or the other. Choose." Her voice had gained the strength of steel.

Morales stood silent. He looked at the beautiful vision before him.

"You. I choose you."

"Ah, Morales!"

***

The room was dark. Quietly, so as not to wake her, Morales slipped from the queen-sized bed. Bonnie's face was turned away from him. He had given her the best fucking of his life. He felt he owed her at least that. Holding his shoes in his hands, he tiptoed over to where her purse lay on the bureau. The chips she had won from the night before were still there. With a regretful shrug, he emptied the chips into his shaving kit. He took it all. Once he left, her luck would return. She would quickly regain her money. He sighed softly. The life he had chosen to live held no room for love, he knew that now. But at least he could give her back her luck. Perhaps one day she would find someone who had no need of money. Someone who could love her for herself. He could not afford to do so. He opened the door to the hall.

"Adios, mi Fortuna." Silently, the door closed behind him.

Bonnie's eyes opened wide. He had left. She had hoped he would stay. If only he had, she mourned, he would have found out that the choice was just a test. He could have had it all. He could have had "Bonne Chance".

And he could have had love.