Samantha, and she's done with her duties

(This is a smut chapter.)

“Hey there Em! You must really be enjoying the slot machine, huh? Just like in Rifure Town. You never change,” she greets you. Oh, it’s Samantha! She must be done with work. Now you can have a proper reunion.

“Samantha!” you cry with glee. You reach out for a hug, but she stiffarms you.

“Here, let me get that for you,” she offers. Oh, right, she probably doesn’t want to hug you while you’re still a mess. Reasonable.

Taking out a towel, she presses it into your chest, soaking up all your excess drool. It’s helpful at first, but she suddenly unties the laces on your top, letting it fall to your waist. She starts toweling down your boobs from top to bottom, which is… also helpful. Stressing out over Gina made you all sweaty too. You hadn’t even noticed until she started drying you off. Part of you wants to object, but there’s almost no one around. It feels nice, so you simply lean back in your chair and let her handle everything. See, this is why you love casinos. Everyone’s so nice to you here. They pamper you like a treasured customer. It’s like they can see your inner value while everyone else just thinks you’re a whore. And now, your best friend works at one! You close your eyes and see the afterimage of a spinning slot machine plastered against the backs of your eyelids. You stare deeply while chatting with Samantha.

“You didn’t tell me you got a job here,” you sigh.

“Yeah. Some stuff happened. Being a pokemon trainer wasn’t working so… now I’m here! And I’m so glad to see you. Are you still getting those emblem things?”

“Badges. Yeah, I have three,” you coo, still enjoying the feeling of cloth against your heated breasts.

“Cool, cool. And you must have come here to get another, right?”

You nod, eyes still shut and fixed on the imaginary machine.

“Well! A girl has to know how to kick back and relax every once in a while, right? If you like slots so much, you should follow me. I know a way better machine,” she invites.

You stand up and follow your best friend as you fiddle with your tube top to get it snuggly back in place. Your legs are moving much faster than your brain, though, and you end up walking through a crowd of people with your tits still out. Everyone raises their voice with cheer as you walk past. A few even grab a handful of your ass, made bare by the torn denim surrounding your legs. You feel like you should be mad, but your brain just can’t multitask at all right now. You’re having trouble understanding what’s even happening around you, too caught up on walking and shifting your top. Different colors bubble up in the center of your vision and radiate outwards, shading the world in a circular rainbow. It’s weird but interesting, and it makes it hard to even focus on where Sam is going, much less where everyone is touching you.

Your friend sits you down at a much bigger machine than the last one, gingerly grabs your card, and scans it.

“Go ahead. Spin.”

You grab the lever and pull. The instant you do, your bunnygirl escort snakes a hand into your pants and starts stroking your labia. Her other hand grabs your tit and squeezes it firmly.

“*Ohhhh…!*” you moan. Everything feels so sensitive right away! It’s all you can do to stare at the slot machine with even greater admiration while the employee’s hands move all over. You know this isn’t the right place for something like this, especially not with a casino worker, but your head feels so loopy right now…!

“Sam… wha…!?” you blurt.

After several seconds, the machine stops, and so do Sam’s hands. Confused and disappointed, you vocalize an unintelligible noise.

“Want me to keep going? Spin again.”

You pause for a second, trying to come up with any of the reasons you should tell her to stop. You can’t though, so you spin again. The cycle keeps going, her hands working your lust up repeatedly, and you pulling the lever as soon as she stops. All while your eyes never leave those bright flashing lights and spinning wheels. At this rate, you’ll quickly reach your limit under Samantha’s hands. You pull the lever one more time, and…

*DING DING DING! WOO-OOO-OOO-OOO! CHA-CHING!*

YOU WON!

Sam roughly plunges two fingers into your crotch, instantly forcing you into orgasm as you enjoy both the exciting sounds and flashes of your jackpot, and the hands of your gorgeous bunnygirl friend getting you off. You had no idea you had this kind of friendship with her, but in this moment, you’re so glad that you do. Your love juices splash the inside of your denim cutoffs, just as coins splash the floor of the casino. You try to lean back and enjoy the wonderful experience, but the redhead’s fingering has turned surprisingly strong. Maybe she’s trying to make it extra intense because of the jackpot? She keeps jamming them in hard enough to make you squeal as your whole body jumps. Which is getting pretty embarrassing, since everyone’s paying attention to you after you won. Still, it’s not like you can even form the words to ask her to slow down…

“So you won, huh? Good for you! Good for you. Really, I’m thrilled. But that just means…” she leans in and whispers in your ear, “…you have more money for slots, right?”

You nod dumbly, tongue hanging out as she quickly and forcefully desecrates your soaked pussy with her hand.

“You keep spinning, and I’ll keep touching. All…”

“*AHHH~!*”

“Night…”

“OhhHHH GOD!”

“Long…”

“*FUUUUUUCK!!!*”

You pull the lever, your pussy still cumming.