Blackjack

You walk yourself over to the high roller section, and make your way to the top blackjack table. You stride through the crowd towering over the rabble around you. The lesser males clear a path for you by sheer instinct, men in fine suits with 7 digit bank accounts practically fleeing from you approach. Super models and trophy wives hanging on the arms of beta billionaires bite their lips as you approach, and are heartbroken when you pass them without giving them a glance, it's fine though you will visit each of them in their dreams tonight and let them know nirvana.

As you approach your destination a velvet rope stands in your path, your pace does not decrease as three lesser males from the staff trip over themselves to remove such a obstruction in your path. They shiver and quake in fear as your great frame passes them, hoping to not attract your ire, what they don't know as they stand there trembling even now you find their wives, they daughters, all the women they hold dear and take them in that moment. You are with them feeling their bodies under your perfect body screaming in ecstasy, you chuckle as you walk to the table and you hear the men behind crump to tears in knowing.

You arrive at the table and the dealer pauses and looks up at you wonder in her eye. She is a pretty thing with a nice figure, deep red hair, and a cute face with a beaming smile spreading from your arrival. She looks up at you craning her neck to take in as much of your mighty form as possible, "Hello sir would you like to buy in?" There is a grumble from some of the "men" at the table in disapproval, as they look at you yet refuse to meet your eyes. Sitting at the six seats were five males billionaires, heads of fortune 500 hundred companies, and other such lesser males. There was also a pretty young thing right in front of you, with blonde hair in a purple backless mini dress, with a very deep V showing a nice big pair of tits.

One of the men coughs and chokes on some words, "There is no open chairs, im sorry... sir!" You could feel him rush to put the sir at the end, as if to try and placate you. The woman next to him speaks up, "Oh honey sure he can join, me and him can share a seat would that be all right miss dealer?" The pretty blonde puts a finger on her bottom lip showing off a sizable wedding ring to you, never breaking eye contact with the python bulge running down your skinny jeans, following it with eager eyes all the way down.. The dealer who had just undone the top button of her uniform of course says "I see no issue with that."

You smile and scoop up the blonde like the toy she is, and settle yourself in her seat hearing it grown and warp under your sheer awesome mass, yet it does not break for it knows better. You sit the blonde on your lap feeling her shake with anticipation feeling you, knowing what is coming with delight. From your pocket you produce a chip from nothing with the bare minimum for entry, and laugh at what is to come.