Jackpot

 


The Ace Of Hearts club still rowdy at three AM... some of the city's top people mixing with the dregs... all enjoying some illicit gambling for big stakes... Domino Doll has heard that Scarelli is keeping records of politicians who gamble here... to blackmail them later... getting hold of those records would cause Scarelli a lot of trouble... not to mention others... maybe enough to close this place down...

DominoDoll enters the club as socialite Darlene Downs... feeling naked without her cloak... as indeed she might almost as well be in her gossamer gown... smiling and making a show of her money... and a southern accent... playing a well-to-do aristocrat on holiday in sin city... laughing and strutting past the one-arm bandits... swaying through the blackjack tables... her white satin always flowing over her shifting curves...

Nobody paying attention to one more socialite among many... the pit bosses keeping an eye out for the law... paying no attention to you... the dealers happy to take your money from you... keeping their eye out for someone higher profile... nobody paying attention to you at all... except for one big guy at the roulette wheel...

DominoDoll moves to the roulette table... watching for a moment... before placing her bet... leaning over the table as she places her chips there... her bosom all but falling out of her flimsy white dress... rubbing elbows with the large fellow in the leather jacket... "Can y’all show li’l ol’ me how to play this game... I like the shiny wheel with the pretty marbles..."

The big man only too happy to help... “Sure thing, Darlin’... I’m Bull...” placing a friendly hand on your bottom as he explains the mechanics of losing your money... the croupier thinking that he'll take your money and that will be that... but more money following... and more... as the pit bosses begin to take notice...

DominoDoll laughs and feigns to enjoy herself even as she loses money... occasionally swatting playfully at the hand that keeps straying to her bottom... "This is fun... I just know 27's my lucky number... let's try that..." even as she plays she watches the operation... to get an idea of the layout... and where the records are likely kept...

The front room seemingly the main operation for the tourists... just your standard speakeasy... but the really illegal stuff going on through a set of double doors... guarded by a pair of burly looking thugs... the high-ups being escorted back there... so either you can sneak back there as Domino Doll... or keep spending like there's no tomorrow and wait for the croupier to point you out for an invitation...

DominoDoll pouts as she loses again... "Well pooh... is it hot in here... or has all this excitement just given poor ol’ me the vapors..." winking at her big friend as she fans herself with her purse... "Excuse me, Bull, while I take a powder..." heading to the ladies room... donning her mask... and crawling into the ductwork...

The ducts wide in this old building... and relatively clean... as you crawl through them to the other end... your eyes widening as you look through a vent... this gambling den much smaller... but much richer... filled with every vice available... the ducts seeming to lead to a set of offices at the back... perfect...

DominoDoll smiles as she recognizes a couple of faces... one politician... one popular celebrity... she heads on toward the offices... if she could get her hands on security footage... or records of the people involved here... she could really turn up the heat on this place in the papers... maybe even expose Scarelli's payments to the police to leave his operation alone...

The grille at the end of the ducts kicked out with no trouble at all... as you find yourself in Scarelli's private office... filing cabinets on the wall... and a large safe... your eyes widening as you see how opulent it is... with a blackjack table... a poker table... and a roulette wheel... Scarelli must take the top clientele back for private games...

DominoDoll shakes her head at the decadence of the rich and infamous... tossing butter hair back from her face... quickly moving to search the file cabinets for the sort of info she needs to expose this place... taking out files... opening them on the desk... and snapping pictures with the iCee from her purse...

Suddenly you freeze... hearing voices... and shadows cast on the frosted-glass paneling of the door... Scarelli must be bringing a mark in for a one-on-one game...

DominoDoll blurs into a swirl of deft motion... closing the file cabinet... grabbing the files from the top of the desk... ducking under it... reaching out to pull a bit of silky white dress after her as it falls away from her stocking leg... sitting with knees in front of her face... reaching for the pistol in her garter... as the door opens and the lights come on...

Scarelli ushering an important man into the office... a Senator... a pair of goons on either side... the big boss chuckling... "Now, before we start on a few hands of poker... why don't we have a talk about your regular membership fee... I'm thinking of increasing it... a man like you could afford three grand a month..." Clearly a blackmail speech... the Senator spluttering... "That's ridiculous..."

DominoDoll presses into the desk... trying to control her breathing... her breasts heaving against her knees as her chest rises and falls... even as she records every word that is said... hoping Scarelli won't use the desk while entertaining a client... as with her under it there would certainly be no place for his feet...

Scarelli's feet walking around behind the desk... within sight... as he makes things clear to the Senator... unless the politician pays the fee... details of his many crimes under Scarelli's roof will be released to the press... the Senator gulping... and then making his way out... as Scarelli laughs... "Nothing like making a politician squirm, boys... they're bigger crooks than we are..."

DominoDoll watches Scarelli's shoes from knee-level as she listens... pretty sure one of the files under her arm is that of one Senator Jack Leggett... the man who just walked out... she notes her heart beating fast... desperately hoping Scarelli doesn't look for the Senator's file right this moment...

The door closing... and locking... as one of the goons goes to do just that... opening the filing cabinet and leafing through... "Hey, Boss... I can't find the Senator Leggett’s file..." "Huh... maybe I left it in the desk... hold on..." Your heart hammering in your chest... or is it your throat... Scarelli tutting... "Might as well sit down..."

DominoDoll shifts position... contorting her body so that she can lift her bottom... pressing her back against the underside of the desk... knees shaking with the strain... sweat beading up on her flushed face... her eyes wide as they watch Scarelli take a seat and wheel his knees under the desk... sending a shiver through her whole body as his pant legs ever so lightly brush the tips of her dangling breasts... through a thin layer of satin...

Scarelli methodically searching his desk... tapping his foot... the knees brushing your nipples again and again... as you strain... "It's not here... dammit, without that file we've got nothing... he'll want to see it sooner or later..." The knee fidgeting more and more as he gets frustrated... Scarelli suddenly shifting in his seat... driving his knees further under the desk...

DominoDoll struggles mightily not to cry out as his knees tease... the flimsy material of her dress providing no protection at all... the sensation only becoming worse as her nipple tightens... swallowing hard... panting silently... until Scarelli suddenly shifts forward... inadvertently kneeing her in the stomach... she grunts... Senator Leggett’s file spilling out on the floor...

Scarelli blinking as the file he sought flops out onto the floor... and he feels his knee coming into contact with something... reaching under your desk and yanking... tugging on your white dress... which tears almost completely off as he drags you out... "Well, well... we got a visitor..."

DominoDoll comes out from under the desk pressing her gun to the bulge in his crotch... clothed in nothing but panties, garter, stockings, and heels... as the gangster looks from her to the dress in his hand and back again... "You may have exposed me, Scarelli, but I'm going to do the same to this operation of yours after I walk out of here with you as my hostage..."

Scarelli gulping... and standing up slowly... the goons snatching up blackjacks... Scarelli shaking his head... "Don't do a thing... we're just going to walk out of here... I mean it..." Obviously terrified at the possibility of losing his package to a bullet... the goons looking at each other... weighing up whether Scarelli's manhood is worth a prison sentence to them...

DominoDoll gets slowly to her feet... the eyes behind her mask as steely as the barrel of the gun sliding slowly up from between his legs... until it is pressed to his chest... "Now turn around and lead me out of here before someone gets hurt..." placing the gun to his head as she presses her body close behind him... thought whether to hide her nakedness... or use him as a shield... he can only guess...

The mobster leading you through the casino... patrons gasping... at the situation... or your nakedness... the goons following close behind... waiting for you to slip up... until finally you're outside... sirens wailing in the distance...

DominoDoll spots a familiar big man in a leather jacket outside revving his Harley... Bull from the roulette table... "Hey there, I need a ride... may I?" the man grinning... "Sure thing, Darlin’... masks are kinda kinky..." she shoves Scarelli at his thugs and hops on behind the biker... roaring off from the Ace Of Hearts club with her arms around his neck... and a grin on the biker’s face... figuring he just hit the jackpot... a half-naked blond breathing hotly in his ear... wondering when Scarelli will find the card she left in the Senator's file... "Compliments of the Domino Doll...”

(May 2009)