LanceHughes
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PeonForHer's profile on CollarMe.com says "Curious about Gambling" and "Expert on Movies."
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Those American James Bond films always excited me. Sure, James looked and acted like a Dom, but some of those women really knew how to get their way with him. Once they were behind closed doors, I always imagined "Bond, James Bond" at their feet, worshipping them.
He was always fit, just as I am. James is handsome no matter who played the character. I've been told I'm good looking (by more than my Mum. LOL!)
"Curious about Gambling," I thought I'd give myself a treat and see what all this Baccarat is about. Anything good enough for Bond - well - I'd give it a go. A distant cousin had left me a tidy sum. I thought it was a Nigerian scam when I got the e-mail, but it proved to be on the up-and-up. All I did was show up at MY solicitor's office and he handed me the draft.
So, I booked a room near the Casino at Monte Carlo, figured out the trains - which included the Chunnel. Had to overnight in a small town in France - oh man! The dinner and wine was great. Had learned from a friend that Monte Carlo restaurants were outrageous. His trick was to order an omelet. Worked for me. Of course, since I was doing a Bond "interpretation" I had rented a tuxedo and all the trimmings back in Bath. Pulled it all together and strolled to the Casino. I knew that passports and a tux are required for entry to the main casino, so I went past the tourist hoi-polloi which "gambled" in a small room off to the right.
Changed cash for chips and looked for the baccarat tables. Didn't have to look too far to find the table I wanted to play at. The current dealer was a statuesque auburn-haired beauty. In baccarat, the dealer switches around the table as in American poker. This much I'd read on the internet. Like most card games, you can read a hundred sites, but you don't really understand the game until you sit at a table. And sit at her table I did.
I could hardly take my eyes off of her. Okay, I could NOT take my eyes off her. Her command of the table was complete and I immediately fell under her spell. Her red and gold gown allowed her to reach just far enough across the table to show an impressive decolletage. The game is played with a flat paddle with a raised handle so that cards and payments are easily delivered. Of course, I could only think of her using that paddle on my bum.
One bets for or against the dealer. A standard 52 card deck is used, but in Monaco, 6 decks are shuffled together and put into a device called a shoe. This device allows the dealer, who is also the bank, to slip cards onto the paddle. I watched her strong hands deal..... well that's not quite right. I watched her bejeweled hands deal without a moment of hesitation, not a moment of indecision. Some dealers make mistakes and, of course, lose large sums. Not this beauty, with the auburn hair shimmering in the bright lights and catching those rubies and topazes on her hands; catching the silken gown of red, the cape shot through with gold.
I must have been sitting there with my mouth gaping open in a passable imitation of Bond (NOT) when she said "Monsieur?" Silly me, I needed to put at least one chip against her or for her. I bet about 50 pounds in her favor. The player (two hands only are dealt, two cards each, dealt one by one) turned a "grande natural" of 4 and 5. She turned a total of six and we lost together. She said "Merci." The shoe passes upon a loss by the dealer, and she made the universal motion that I was to follow her. That crooked finger could mean anything, but I surely wanted to find out what it meant in this instance.
She stepped to the patio and I followed, noticing the way she carried herself. It was if she were a queen and knew it. Once there, she sat on the balustrade, looked up at me and simply said, "A champagne cocktail and something for yourself." Trying not to swagger or trip or in any way look the fool, I went to the bar and ordered her cocktail and, of course, a martini. The barkeep stood there, waiting for it, and I had presence of mind to avoid the trite Bond phrase, "Shaken, not stirred." Rather, I said, "A float of dry vermouth, no ice, and I assume your gin is cold." The man said, "Yes, SIR!" and I felt like a million dollars. I left chips in payment and a hefty tip. I turned and saw her waiting for me. The slightest tap of her foot on the pavement told me I was NOT being prompt.
I brought her drink to her, standing there, breathing in the night air, her scent and the Bougainvillea. To this day, I will never forget that moment. She noticed I was distracted and said, "And what brings you to Monte Carlo, my ........ friend?" I replied boldly, "I'm on an adventure, an exploration." She laughed, throwing her head backwards. "I knew it the minute I saw you enter the Casino, the minute you came to my..... paddle."
Oh, my God? Was I that obvious? I guess I was. She asked, "And the nature of this exploration? It would be an exploration of self, no?"
I could only nod. She sipped some of her drink, and motioned that I should do the same. I did so for I was under her spell, enchanted no end by her very presence. She rose, handed me her drink and took my arm. She leaned over, licked my ear, and I almost dropped the glasses. She whispered, "We will walk to the bar as if old friends. Far too many people here know who I am. Do you know?"
"No, Ma'am. I don't"
"It will be better that way."
She guided me to the bar rather than me guiding her. Funny thing, she did it in such a way that to anyone else, the appearance was that I was leading her. She kept nodding and waving at various people, again as if a queen. I was beside myself wondering what was going to happen, and yet I was without a care in the world. This woman had taken control and so be it.
I set our drinks down on the bar and she continued to guide me through the Casino, but oddly, we entered a side room off the lobby that in my excitement, I had not seen. She leaned over and said, "The elite part of the Casino. You WILL behave."
She went to a table where they were using plaques for chips. Nothing as small as my little circles of clay. I caught one of them in the corner of my eye and saw at least four zeroes. "Shit! What does she mean by 'behave'? Well, I'm a quick study and whatever she indicates to do, WILL happen."
She tapped the luxurious rug with her foot and I realized that I was in trouble. I quickly pulled out her chair and helped her seat herself. The bank passed to the person to her right. Some sort of Middle Eastern potentate by his dress. A ring of gold around his headdress.... At least I knew that that band of gold marked him as a Saudi prince.
I was paying attention to the betting and the cards. She didn't bet against the prince. At least not right away. He seemed to be on a roll. The shoe doesn't pass unless the dealer loses or tires. He was doing well. He had a pair of twos, one of the weakest hands being a total of four. Sure enough, he drew a five to make him the big winner. There was a fever at the table. The easiest way to describe the air is to say "Let's bring the bastard down." Over and over he had lucky hands.
She put up a bet of just one plaque. Everyone else was tired of having their money being racked in by the prince's paddle and decided to take a break. The prince easily covered her bet. He dealt four cards. Hers, his, hers, his. She had and said "Petite," a strong 8. All he had was a pair of aces, truly the weakest hand at a total of two. He took another card, a three for only five. The crowd applauded. Since he lost he must pass the shoe AND he had to pass the shoe to her.
Bettors now piled on their chips, mostly for her. Since she was the player against the prince and won the shoe, the player was now the young man to her left. He seemed nervous to be against her. They nodded as if they were old friends, at least acquaintances. Again, my mind wandered. Possibly he had the same experience as she was taking me through. I longed to ask him just that.... "What is in store for me?"
She had a "Grande" against his four and he drew a two. She collected the few bets that had been placed against her, bowing and acknowledging even more folks at the table, even many of the on-lookers. She passed the shoe to him and rose. The young man stumbled to his feet and took her hand, bowing his head to it. I wondered why he didn't kiss it as I have seen so many do.
Again she took my arm and walked me, no, guided me to the front of the Casino. I said, "Ma'am. May I ask a question?" She replied, "Of course, my ...... companion. But ask carefully." Oh, fuck. Now I was really worried. I went with the factual and asked, "That young man at the table. He didn't kiss your hand, he only bowed. Why was that?" She threw her head back as she laughed, and laughed, holding my arm for balance. "You silly, silly, silly, naive boy. Kissing a lady's hand is so uncouth. I do not know where you Americans got that silly notion. Bow. If you kiss my hand, you will be at three and will never see me again."
"Three what?" I'm thinking and quickly remember the two taps of her foot.
While we were standing there, an open carriage is brought around and she mounts it with the help of the Casino's uniformed livery. I stand there with my mouth gaping open like a fool and she says, "Join me." The livery indicates that I should enter from the other side. I do so, and she seems a little more relaxed now that we are away from the crowds where she must keep up a certain appearance.
"Help me out of this cape." I un-do the tie and slip it off her shoulders. I fold it neatly and put it on the seat across from us. "Driver. To my sea-side cottage."
When I hear that, I think "Oh fuck it all to damn!" There's like only six of these, owned only by the richest people in the world. These cottages are passed down for generations. Very exclusive and not all in a row either. Sea-side property is impossible to get in Monaco, but these families have it. Each cottage has a security system so tight, they laugh at Fort Knox. I figure I'm in for something. Not sure exactly what.
We arrive a few minutes later. She is helped down by the driver before I can make my way around the carriage. She looks at me sternly and says "Three."
I go on a knee and plead "Please, Ma'am. Please do not disappear. I am on a journey. I know in my heart that you can help me. Please, please, do not send me back to my hotel."
"Ah, yes. St. Pierre's. Not the best place here, but not the worst either.
"Ma'am? How did you know where I am staying?"
"I know most all in Monaco." She takes my chin in her hand and looks in my eyes. She must see something there, for she says, "You amuse me. Collect my cape and follow me."
Relieved, I grab her cape and rush to her, getting through the gate just as it clicks shut.
< Message edited by LanceHughes -- 8/27/2011 12:46:24 AM >
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