Full body cover

I am excited as I slip into my work outfit. My obligatory neatly pressed collar and matching shoes. The sweatbands we wear add a touch of elegance and professionalism. Of course, my most intimate areas are not covered, but the rules of casino supervision are observed.

We have all been carefully prepared to take on different roles to suit the preferences of the clientele. I was trained to be shy and reserved in order to fulfill the fantasies of customers who were attracted to my supposed innocence and naivety. I was taught to hide and reveal my body with subtle gestures or playful hand movements. I am a "forbidden fruit" that is difficult to reach.

As I begin my service, I walk my way through the casino with an exciting sway of my hips, shyly trying to cover my breasts and my shame. I play with the players' senses, seducing them with the sight of me while they bet their chips and hope that luck is on their side. I enjoy the power I have over them. The distraction causes the players to make ill-considered bets, make the wrong decisions and lose valuable chips. This works brilliantly in poker, and even better in blackjack.

But today I'm assigned to the roulette table as a croupier. The usual diversionary tactics don't work here, on the contrary - the players are getting bolder and bolder and making more daring bets, which can cause the casino a lot of damage.

I watch my three players carefully. The first gentleman is tall and broad-shouldered, with dark hair and a prominent jaw. His deep-set eyes radiate a mixture of self-confidence and dominance. His tailored suit accentuates his muscular figure, while his hands, carefully holding the chips, convey an aura of strength and skill. I can feel his eyes gliding over my body, fixing on my breasts and imagining in his mind what he could do to me.

The tension at the table is palpable as the players place their chips and their eyes are fixed on the rolling roulette wheel. The anticipation builds with every spin and I am in the thick of the action, ready to accept the bets and pay out the winnings.

The second gentleman has a slender build, an elegant appearance and a charming smile. His gray temples lend him an air of maturity and experience, while his tailored shirt and expensive watch reflect his elevated status. His burning eyes show a mixture of intelligence and seductiveness. I can already feel his fingers gliding over my bare skin. Occasionally he whispers insinuations in my ear with his charming accent.

The players are prepared to take big risks in order to feel the thrill of winning.

The third gentleman is young and athletic, with wild, tousled hair and a cheeky grin on his lips. His casual style of dress conveys an air of rebellion and adventure. His blue eyes sparkle with light-heartedness and playfulness. He radiates incredible energy as his gaze wanders back and forth between my body and the roulette table. I imagine him holding me in his arms with his youthful vigor and passion.

I stand in the midst of this gambling fever. The players cast lustful glances at me as they place their bets. I can feel their greed, their expectation of a win and of my body.

But I am here not only to serve their fantasies, but also to protect the interests of the casino. The "Full Body Cover" chip is my very special ace up my sleeve when it comes to bets with particularly high winning expectations. With this chip, the player only receives half of his winnings. 10% goes directly to me, and the casino keeps the rest. However, this is not possible without a very special drawback: the player also wins me for a whole week.

As his pleasure ****, I am at the winner's disposal for everything during this time to fulfill his deepest and wildest fantasies. There is only one rule: no permanent damage. Everything else is allowed and is in his hands. As a special incentive for the players to get involved in this special bet, my whole body is at his disposal even if he loses. Then he is allowed into a room for five minutes where I wait for him all tied up.

The atmosphere in the room is electrically charged as the third gentleman confidently bets 30,000 on "21". His grinning face reveals that he knows exactly what risk he is taking. The words he casually drops, that my age will bring him luck, fuel the tension even further. The potential winnings have now risen to a million and the air is filled with a mixture of temptation and danger.

The idea of putting myself in the game awakens a mixture of fear and excitement in me. A rush of adrenaline flows through my body and I can literally hear my heart pounding. It's a dangerous invitation that I hesitantly accept.

The tension is palpable as I place my very special chip and on his stack on top of the number.

"Rien ne va plus" I say as the roulette ball makes its way around the wheel. Everything seems to happen in slow motion as I feel the hope of a win and the absolute loss of my own control.

As the ball circles and the wheel completes its final rotation, I hold my breath. The tension is unbearable as the wheel decides my fate. The ball finally lands on a number and suddenly everything is silent. Then the wave of emotions crashes over me.