07-03-2002, 10:36 AM
She walked into the Casino, and every gambler in the place turned to look at her. She walked up and down the endless rows of slot machines and the slot player's stopped pulling the one armed bandits long enough to smell the erotic perfume she was wearing. The scent was intoxicating and you could tell they all wanted her to sit next to them. Finally she choose a seat next to one lucky slot player who's hands began to tremble as she smiled at him. He fumbled with the coins nervously dropping some of them onto the Casino floor. He could feel the heat from her body as he pulled the one arm bandit, bells started ringing lights began flashing and he had hit the big one. After the excitement of the win was over he turned to introduce himself to this breath taking women but she was gone. He looked all over the Casino trying to find her again, with no luck.
When she walked into the poker room the players sat up an took notice. She had away of walking that raised the blood pressure of mortal men. She finally took a seat next to one of the Hold'em players, and he became very animated and swiftly greeted her with a smile and splashed a raise into the pot to show her his fearless gambling sprit. Everyone at the table was immediately jealous of this guy. Like most men in heat he was a big show off, playing any two cards, bluffing with bravado, and racking in pot after pot. She seemed to give him a sense of courage beyond his ability to play. Everyone began talking about her to their neighbor on either side. Where was she from, did she ever play he before and the general consensus was I sure would like to get to know her. But, for some unknown reason she only had eyes for the guy raking in all the pots, the guy with stacks big enough to chock a horse.
The players looked at the SPM with enquiring eyes do you know this women. The SPM nodded to the affirmative yes I have played with her before he announced. "She's a dirty no good slut, with the morals of an ally cat. She smells nice looks good but she's rotten to the core. Her name is Lady Luck and she'll break your heart faster than white on rice. I hate her.
SPM,...wish she had sat next to me...
When she walked into the poker room the players sat up an took notice. She had away of walking that raised the blood pressure of mortal men. She finally took a seat next to one of the Hold'em players, and he became very animated and swiftly greeted her with a smile and splashed a raise into the pot to show her his fearless gambling sprit. Everyone at the table was immediately jealous of this guy. Like most men in heat he was a big show off, playing any two cards, bluffing with bravado, and racking in pot after pot. She seemed to give him a sense of courage beyond his ability to play. Everyone began talking about her to their neighbor on either side. Where was she from, did she ever play he before and the general consensus was I sure would like to get to know her. But, for some unknown reason she only had eyes for the guy raking in all the pots, the guy with stacks big enough to chock a horse.
The players looked at the SPM with enquiring eyes do you know this women. The SPM nodded to the affirmative yes I have played with her before he announced. "She's a dirty no good slut, with the morals of an ally cat. She smells nice looks good but she's rotten to the core. Her name is Lady Luck and she'll break your heart faster than white on rice. I hate her.
SPM,...wish she had sat next to me...