Isn't it obvious?

"Anything?" you ask with a leer that makes Grace uncomfortable, causing her to blush under the thick layer of make-up on her face.

"The casino can reward you handsomely for the knowledge you share," she offers.

"Or I could just win that money fair and square on your casino floor. You can't bar me if you can't prove I'm cheating, which I'm not."

"$500,000."

"What?" you respond.

"Half a million in cash. No strings attached. Tell me your secret and you walk out of this office with $500,000 instantly," Grace says, seeming confident in her offer. You glance over to the chair behind the desk, but there's still no movement. Something's not adding up here, you think to yourself, although you can't figure out what's amiss yet.

"A million," Grace says, just like that doubling her offer and regaining your attention.

You eye her suspiciously. "Don't you need to check with your manager or someone first?"

"No, I don't. 1 million. That's my final offer."

You pause. Money is not an issue for you, especially with the deal struck with Bruno and your magic rings, but an easy million certainly gives you something to think about. However, the more you consider the offer, less appealing you find it. Not to mention, you have no intention of revealing to Grace the real reason why you keep winning. Once you've fully assessed your options, you slowly smile and look at Grace from top to bottom, making sure she's aware of where your eyes are focused on.

"Tell you what, you can keep the money, no, you can tell the casino you gave me the money, but pocket it yourself. Consider it a gift from me."

"...and you'll tell me your secret?"

"Well... since you're getting the money and my secret, I think it's only fair you give me something else in return," you reply, actually looking down at Grace's crotch as you speak, in case it's not clear what you're referring to. After she doesn't respond for a while, you look up at her face, and she's biting her lower lip, considering your offer. Chuckling softly, you get up from the chair and move it to the side, then tap the table and motion for Grace to come around, before you take a couple of steps back. Grace complies, walking around the table until she's between you and it, and you see that she's wearing golden heels under her red gown which allows her to look you straight on at eye level.

"Tell me first," Grace says.

"Nah, that's not how this works. I tell you and you don't have to follow through."

"And what if you don't tell me after..."

"Then you're still richer by a million bucks. And I'm sure you could make up some trick, if you're that much of an expert, am I right? I'm pretty sure nobody's behind that desk over there," you gesture at the far end of the office. Grace thinks about what you said for a moment, before she nods her head subtly, so slightly that you'd have missed it if you weren't staring intently at her. "Turn around," you command her, drawing a circle in the air with your index finger. Grace turns slowly, careful not to trip on her heels, until she's facing the table and away from you. You see a line of buttons on her gown that start at the back of her neck and down to around her waist. You step closer to her, breathing in a whiff of her scent. She's not wearing perfume, but you can detect some scents of vanilla, likely from a body lotion or shampoo. Your hands raise up to the top button as you fumble with it, needing a few tries to undo the stubborn thing. Immediately, the garment around her neck loosens and a little bit more of her silky, pale flesh is revealed. You take your time with the next button, taking pleasure with the slow reveal while Grace remains silent and unresistant.

By the 5th button, you're down to the middle of her back and the gown is increasingly coming apart. You see that she's not wearing a bra, and you slip both your hands under the gown and cup her breasts from behind. Grace stiffens from the sudden contact, before she relaxes after a few seconds. While you can't see her breasts, they feel small yet shapely and firm in the grasps of your palms, and you hold onto them for a good while, enjoying the sensation and also letting your hands warm up. You can feel her nipples hardening.

Finally, you give her breasts a good squeeze before withdrawing your hands and moving on to the next button. There are 10 in total, and the last 1 reaches to just above Grace's tailbone. Since the gown won't open down any further, you decide to pull at the hem and raise it, but it's on so tight that you struggle to expose more than Grace's ankles.

"It's... too tight. You can't take it off that way... Here..." Grace says. Although she keeps looking ahead, she slips the shoulders of the gown off 1 at at time.

"Bend forward. Grab the table," you quickly add, helping Grace forward while holding onto the gown as it slackens off her lithe body, but not letting it fall off completely. It's a sexy outfit and you still want it partially on her, letting it fall loose just enough so that you can tug it down and expose her ass, which is covered by a pair of plain, light blue silk panties. They slip down her hips easily with a little nudge from your fingers, exposing her pert ass. You reach down to rub her pussy, pleased to find that she's not only shaved bare, but also a little moist. You keep rubbing her nether lips until Grace moans her approval softly.

"Spread your legs a little," you instruct Grace as you stop touching her and your hands move to your belt and pants. By the time she does as she's told, your cock is already out and hard. You poke Grace's left ass cheek with the tip of your cock and she jumps a little in surprise, then proceeds to grip the blackjack table harder while leaning forward so that most of her weight is on it, and her heels are barely touching the floor. Seeing as she's ready, you decide not to delay your gratification any longer, shifting your cock along the smooth skin of her ass until the tip finds it way to the slightly parted lips of her pussy. The tip slips in easily, although it starts to get tight about 2 inches in, and you have to ease your cock in slowly but surely. Grace gasps as she leans forward on the table, turning her face to the side to rest her left cheek on it while she looks back at you out of the corner of her right eye. You return her gaze as you feel yourself enter her about 3/4 in and stop, unable to go any further deeper.

You hold the position as your hands wrap around either side of her thin waist, then you pull back your hips and thrust forward once. You hear Grace's chin knock on the table.

"You okay?" you ask.

"...yes."

"Keep going?"

"...yes."

"Okay..." you say, starting to fuck Grace slowly. She looks so delicate you're afraid you'll hurt her. After a while, you work yourself into a good rhythm as it becomes easier and easier to thrust your cock into Grace's narrow canal, though you still don't any deeper. You're focused on the task at hand when you hear Grace mumble.

"What?" you ask, although not stopping the movement of your hips.

"Faster... harder..." Grace moans. Her eyes are now closed as she looks to be enjoying this. Grinning to yourself, you hasten the motion of your thrusts, fucking the woman more intensely as she requested. This makes her moan more sensually and louder, as the legs of the blackjack table rattle against the floor too, almost like the piece of furniture is part of a threeway with you and Grace.

All of a sudden, Grace stops moaning as her back straightens and her body goes stiff. You look up and her head is a little elevated from the table and from the feeling of her pussy pulsating on your cock, you know she's cumming. You pause, holding your cock halfway inside her, until she starts to relax and rests her head back on the table, and then you resume fucking her, this time even faster and harder with the aid of her lubricating juices. You didn't even realize that you're getting deeper and deeper inside Grace until you feel your balls slapping against her warm thighs, and the sensation excites you, spurring you to hump her in shorter, but intense bursts, until you can't hold it in anymore and you start to cum. You think about pulling out and shooting your cum on Grace's back, but whether intentionally or not, her legs close together and clamps your cock in place in her pussy like a vice, and you just stand there, letting your orgasm takeover as stream after stream of hot cum fills Grace.

Only when you're done and you reach forward to tap Grace on the shoulder, does she part her legs again to allow you to withdraw your cum dripping cock. You're still panting a little from the exertion, when Grace pushes herself off the blackjack table, slipping the shoulders of her gown back up as she adjusts her clothing. She doesn't look back when she says, "Button me back up, will you?"

With your cock still hanging out, and your pants around your ankles, you hustle forward to help Grace, buttoning up her gown from the bottom up, watching her porcelain skin slowly get covered back up again. It was a brief, yet thoroughly enjoyable tryst, and you're already thinking back at it, when Grace walks toward the wood-paneled wall behind the blackjack table. Glancing down at the floor, you see that Grace had stepped out of her panties and left them there. You hastily pull your pants up and stuff your cock away and follow after her to about the middle of the wall, and she presses up a well-disguised panel and a door swings open, revealing a small vault-like room behind the wall. You wait outside while Grace steps in, and you can see there are many stacks of cash and other valuables inside. She grabs a few and stuffs them into a duffel bag on a shelf, then throws it to you. You catch it, and peer inside.

"You can count it if you want," Grace says, exiting the vault and shutting the door behind her.

You shrug. "I'm... I'm sure it's all there," you say, caught off guard by the transactional attitude. "I said you could keep the money."

"It's okay. Take it. So, what's your secret?" the woman asks, standing mere inches from you and looking you level in the eyes.