Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... deserved the best. Walking through the slots, Pete scanned the faces glued to the machines. She wasn’t going to last long on the machines with just forty dollars, so he figured she was probably hanging around the bar. The sounds of laughter and cheers perked in his ears. A large crowd had formed around a game table. It left the other tables barren in comparison. Pete ignored the players. Whoever the lucky sap was, his winnings wouldn’t do shit for him. He headed to the bar instead. Empty. Confused, he wished they had more than one cell phone. Daisy’s phone had been on her mom’s plan, so she’d left hers behind. She said she felt like it would be a leash for her parents to guilt her into coming back home. Sometimes Daisy’s thinking confounded him. They needed the fucking phone.

Pete circled the casino floor. He soon found himself drawn to the game table once more, just to take a peek at what the excitement was about. But getting a look over the shoulders of on-lookers and side betters proved not worth it. Until he heard: “I did it!! I did it!!!”

“Lady wins, lucky number six,” announced the stickman.

Pete knew that voice in his sleep. He forcibly pushed aside the men to get in. He found his Daisy jumping up and down. His eyes dropped to the stack of chips pushed over toward her.

“What the hell is going on?” snapped Pete.

“Pete!” Daisy gasped. She turned and handed a pair of dice to a sharply dressed man behind her. Their eyes met and Pete disliked him ...

... immediately. “Oh baby, you should have seen me. I won. Well, he won, but I did it for him!” She pointed to the man whose stare never wavered.

“What’s up, man?” Pete glowered.

“Daisy. She’s as pretty as she is lucky.”

Pete put his arm possessively around Daisy’s shoulder. He felt pride at the way she hugged him back. Her arm eased around his waist firmly. The stupid grin on her face didn’t fade. The man reached in the pile of chips, then handed Daisy a yellow one. “You earned it.”

The table thinned. Apparently the game was over. The floor man retrieved the other winnings for his boss. Daisy accepted the coin and turned it over.

“A thousand dollars!” she gasped.

Pete frowned. “We can’t take that.”

“You can.” He looked directly at Daisy. “Maybe our paths will cross again someday.”

Daisy put the chip in front of his eyes to break the glare that Pete shared with the man. He couldn’t even deny the appeal of a thousand dollar coin. When he looked up again, the stranger had moved on.

“A thousand dollars. He gave us a thousand dollars. Baby, do you see this? Omigod!! We did it! We got it! A thousand dollars!” she squealed, then hugged his neck tightly.

“You did it.”

Daisy grabbed his hand. She pulled him away from the table. They went to the cashier booth. Daisy was so excited, she bounced on her heels. The woman counted out ten crisp hundred-dollar bills. She took the cash, turned, and waved the money like a fan.

“Daisy, jeez!” Pete snatched the bills and ...