Losing Hand - Bunny Suit TF
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(Commission cap for Kazimierz) The casino lights flickered hypnotically across the green felt tables. Royce smiled as he counted the chips in front of him, which were two hundred dollars up. It's not exactly a fortune to be kicked off for, but it's a decent cushion. The night was young, and the thrill of possibility hummed through his veins. That's when he saw her. Standing behind the blackjack table, her slender fingers shuffling cards with practiced precision. Platinum blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face of otherworldly beauty. But it was her eyes that truly captured him with a shade of pink so unusual they had to be contacted. Her dealer's uniform strained against her generous curves, the top buttons threatening to surrender at any moment. "Place your bets," she said, her voice like silk sliding over skin. Royce approached, mesmerized. "Fifty on the first hand." She dealt the cards with fluid grace. He had eighteen. She showed a six. "Stay," he said, throat suddenly dry. She flipped her hidden card a ten, then drew again. A five. Twenty-one. "Shit," Royce muttered. "Better luck next time, handsome," she purred, collecting his chips. Something strange happened then. Her eyes seemed to flicker, and for a moment, Royce felt disconnected from himself. He placed another bet, larger this time. He lost again and again. And yet he couldn't stop. Each loss only compelled him to bet more, as if some invisible force guided his hand. Whenever he won, her smile widened, showcasing perfect teeth. "You are my lucky charm," he told her after a particularly good streak. She laughed, a sound like crystal bells. "Am I now?" Hours blurred together. His chip stack grew to impressive heights, with over two thousand in profit. Other players came and went, but Royce remained glued to his seat, entranced by the dealer with the pink eyes. "One more hand," he kept saying, even as his rational mind screamed to walk away with his winnings. Then everything changed. The winning streak evaporated. Each hand brought fresh losses, and Royce's stack dwindled alarmingly. He went to the cashier again and again, withdrawing more than he could afford. The casino floor manager eventually approached. "I'm sorry, sir. Your card has been declined. You've reached your credit limit." Panic clawed at Royce's chest. He stumbled back to the blackjack table, where the blonde dealer watched him with an unreadable expression. "What happened, big player?" she asked, her voice dripping with false concern. "No more money to gamble?" Royce stared at her, devastation written across his features. She leaned forward, offering an unobstructed view of her cleavage. "I have a proposition for you. One more hand. If you lose..." Her tongue slid across her lower lip. "I'll have you all for myself. Deal?" All for myself. The words echoed in his mind. Images flooded his imagination, her naked body pressed against his, those perfect lips exploring his skin. It sounded too good to be true, but his lust-addled brain couldn't resist. "Deal," he agreed, his voice husky with anticipation. She dealt the cards. He got nineteen. Strong, but not guaranteed. She revealed her cards. Twenty. Royce's stomach dropped, but the excitement quickly replaced disappointment. He'd lost but gained something far more valuable than her. "Follow me," she whispered, sliding from behind the table. She led him through a maze of corridors, deep into the bowels of the casino where the security cameras couldn't reach. When she finally stopped and turned to face him, Royce gasped. Her blonde hair rippled, changing before his eyes to an electric blue. Her tongue extended, impossibly long, and curved horns sprouted from her forehead, breaking through the skin with a sickening crrack. "What the fuck are you?" Royce stammered, backing against the wall. "A succubus, dummy," she replied, rolling her now entirely pink eyes. "You were so easy to trick. Now you're mine." Her lips curled into a predatory smile. "Let me think what I want to do with you... Oh, I know. Heeheehee. You will serve me well." She stripped, movements fluid and hypnotic. Her naked form was perfect curves in all the right places, skin glowing with an unearthly luminescence. Before Royce could process what was happening, she pressed against him, her breasts flattening against his chest, nipples hard enough to poke through his shirt. "Unnngh," Royce groaned as the succubus ground her pussy against his crotch. The pleasure was intense, too intense, beyond anything human. She tore his clothes away and he lunged forward to kiss her, no longer caring what supernatural entity she might be. She stopped him with a finger to his lips. She chanted some otherworldy sentences, sentences that made no sense yet seemed to rearrange reality itself. When she embraced him again, something terrifying happened. His body felt hot, then liquid. His chest seemed to adhere to hers, but his was shrinking while hers expanded. "What are you doing
