Bond, Chapter 1

Leaning over the craps table she tossed a handful of chips onto 4 and straightened up, making sure she did not spill out of her revealing cocktail dress as she did so. She was aware of several other patrons eyeing her exposed cleavage, ass, and legs as she coyly sipped her drink. Her dress was black and low cut in the front, coming down well below her bust line in the center and attaching to a gold choker via a matching gold ring in the center. The back was open from her neck to her ass, showing she wore no underwear of any kind. There was a slit up one side of the dress coming up above her hip and allowing the fabric to fall around her legs to about mid calf. The come-fuck-me shoes she flaunted were simultaneously irresistibly sexy and the least seductive thing about her.

A man came up to the bar on her right and said, “How’s the table tonight?” She gave him a sly smile and replied seductively, “It’s been so hard, but that’s how I like it.” Her hand caressed the large, heavy pair of dice she was holding and every so slightly she bit her lower lip. Every eye was on her hand as she pumped it toward herself, rhythmically jostling the pair against her palm. She started to chant, “Come on, come on,” as her voice rose in voluptuous intensity. “Oh yeah! Give it to me,” she said as she let them fly against the back wall. They came up craps, and she looked apologetically at the man beside her. “The table’s so long,” she cooed as she lightly massaged her throwing arm, “and it’s been hard all night.” She let out a breathy sigh and leaned against the table again.

“Looks like it’s gone cold.” He chuckled and smiled back, looking away for a moment before continuing to make small talk as he leaned against the wooden lip of the table.