Split the Queens

I placed a second bet, and separated the two queens. The cute dealer slid a red backed card out of the shoe. I felt time slow down. The card slid across the green baize, and she turned it up with a snap. It was the ace of spades. Black jack! Her slender, pale hands moved back to the shoe. Another card slid out. I held my breath as the card slid across the baize again. Snap! Ace of hearts! Two black jacks!

"Mr. Lucky!" The redhead said. A man in a similar dealers uniform tapped her on the shoulder. She clapped her hands, turned them palm up, then palm down, and left the table.

I collected my chips and followed her, calling out to her.

"Wait! Hold up!" She stopped and looked at me looking at me strangely.

"What's up?" She said.

"You want to grab a cup of coffee after your shift?" I said, my heart pounding through my chest. She smiled a bit.

"You're cute. I suppose a cup of coffee couldn't hurt. Meet me in the cafe at midnight." She walked off. I couldn't help but stare at her ass in those tight black slacks. I wondered if she was wearing a thong underneath those pants. I wouldn't be surprised. I imagined pulling those slacks down and sliding my cock into her pussy. I imagined she has a tuft of red hair on her pussy.

I killed time by trying my hand at the OTB where I won a few bucks. I had a few scotches to calm me down, and at 11:30 I made my way over to the coffee shop. I sat down in a booth and waited, stalling the waitress by saying I was waiting for someone.

At midnight on the nose she walked in. She had changed her clothes. She was now wearing a black T-shirt, and blue skinny jeans. She wore boots that gave her an inch of height. She slid into the booth across from me.

"Well hello Mr. Lucky!"

"Jack."

"Hi Jack, Jennifer. Have you been waiting long?"

"Not too long." I lied. I motioned for the waitress. "Two coffees please."

"It's about time. You've been here for a half hour." The waitress said with some snark.

"Not too long," Jennifer said with a smile.

"I was a little excited," I said. It's my first time in Vegas.

"You fooled me with how you played. How much were you up?" Jennifer asked.

"A few bucks," I said. Our coffees came out with a small carafe of cream.

"So what do you have planned for the night?" Jennifer asked.

"I'm not sure yet." I said. "I'm not much of a night owl."

"Bad thing to be in Vegas. I'm off for the night. I usually go dancing, or go for a few drinks before heading home around 5 AM. Would you like to come with me?"

I was being truthful when I said I wasn't much of a night owl. Drinking and dancing really didn't sound that great to me. But it may be a good way to get into her tight pants. I imagined her grinding her ass on me on the dance floor, pressing those sweet cheeks up against my raging boner.