Russian Roulette is an Immortal’s Game. Anyone who tells you otherwise either has a death wish or is just flat-out fucking stupid. I’ve been both, I know the type. So, when this bitch with beady eyes and greasy blonde hair came into the warehouse, everyone could smell the mortality on her like the sound of a pulse in a den of vampires. Not that any of us were that kind of immortal. Well, one was but he had his own blood d...

To start off with a little background about my husband Mike and I. We have been married for the past eight years; we have always been very open sexually. When we first started dating I was open with my husband telling him how every relationship I was involved in ended because of MY infidelities. I have never been one to be satisfied with monogamous relationships. Since Mike was conscious of my needs, he and I looked for w...

My name is Amber, and you may remember me from the story, 'Not Everything in Life is Black and White,' with my friend Kat. Well, I want to tell you all about my summer, and the pickle I got myself into. I had the opportunity, with Kat, to work as a hostess at a Casino. Our work was to cheer up the punters and help make their day, build them up when they won, and make them feel better when they lost. No touching, no frater...

The fact of the matter was that Lenny was gone forever and there was no chance of him ever fucking a deal up again. I knew that and Ramon knew it and a handful of our handlers back east knew it, but most of the connected guys around town had no idea of who he was and how bad he had fucked up.I knew that I had better get off my ass and get up to Hollywood and talk turkey to the Hollywood madam about the circumstances of Le...

The whole rental business of the pleasure boats was in its own way a scam for the owners to get access to the guests' personal details. That allowed their customers to win the free chips for gambling that might send them to the tables in an unscheduled side trip to test the benign nature of lady luck. More often than not, they were hooked for the duration or until the money ran out, whichever came first in the fast-changi...

 My initial reaction to the newly assigned duties was a sense of disappointment. I had imagined being supervisor to a bevy of beautiful broads all begging me to service them after the curtain went down. Actually, it was a stroke of good luck that I was selected to be in charge of all the maritime activities sponsored by the casino. It helped me to focus more on the job and less on the available pussy surrounding me with t...

I suspected that Ramon knew how guilty I felt at throwing poor Lenny under the bus, but in the scheme of things, I don’t see how I had any other alternative. The big boys back on the East Coast were pissed off, the Russians were pissed off, and to make matters worse, the casino owners in Vegas were pissed off because Lenny was turning a spotlight on their less than legal activities behind the scenes.He had offended the va...

Our transition from Hollywood back to Sin City was smooth enough that it didn’t make any late edition headline or boring obituary entry in California, or in any rudderless rag back in Nevada. In these dangerous days of gangland warfare, no news was good news wherever we parked our asses when the Sun was doing a Houdini on the Pacific horizon.Ramon was heartbroken about splitting with his pretty-lipped Lesbian neighbor lad...

The scuttlebutt from the casino owner crowd was that henceforward Lenny Mazurka was no longer welcome inside the city limits of Las Vegas, Reno and even the more sedate Lake Tahoe gambling establishments. There was a sense of finality about the edict, despite the fact it was entirely verbal and not attributable to any single party. It was sort of like trying to trace back the original source of the Ten Commandments.Lenny...

I was a long way from the roach-infested tenement back in the Big Apple, sitting on my thirty-something ass in an always open waffle house just off the Las Vegas Strip. I was looking for the lo-cal blueberry syrup because my selection of well-pressed trousers was getting a mite tight around the waistline and I was starting to feel sluggish and slow in the early morning hours.Of course, nobody that lived in Vegas, includin...

A demon asked of me last eve,“How much would cost your soul?What would be your final price?What would pay the devil’s toll?” Funny demon, how strange to askFor a worthless soul like mine.My spirit’s broken and not for sale,Now leave me to my wine. “Your eyes are dim, your speech is slurred,And drink’s stench is in your pores.Every man has his price, lad,We are merely discussing yours.” Price? There is no price for me.Now...

In the city where you can gamble on just about anything, there are some games that few ever witness. In a select few suites, which make up the heavens of the Las Vegas strip, exists a different form of gambler. A gambler not focused on just the thrill of money, but of the flesh as well. In the middle of the summer, a group of hi-rollers converge on a suite high atop the Bellagio hotel. A suite, not listed on any website,...