The bitch spots a rundown casino

Jessica stood, unsure. She looked dubiously at the club with the scrawled over "Wanted" sign, and then looked around again.

There was a rundown casino further down the road. A casino was more like the Vegas of movies, so she walked to it, teetering in her heels. A gang of toughs leered at her, and she smiled at the attention before going in.

The casino was dark, dingy, and filled with cigarette smoke. There were some sad-looking slots and video bingo machines, and subdued muttering in the dark. After her eyes adjusted, Jessica made out some older unsavoury gentlemen having a poker game in the back.

Poker was definitely Vegas, the young bitch thought. She needed to win big at life, and to win you needed to play.

"Hey," she said, making her voice sultry, "Deal me in."

"Vinnie, the girl wants in," one of the gentlemen nudged another. "You got any money, girl?"

Jessica didn't, but that didn't faze her. She leaned over, exposing her cleavage to the table. "No, but I'm a hot 18-year old bitch, and I've got a tight, fuckable pussy. That's got to be worth something, right?"

"Sure is, sure is," the gentleman chuckled. "Vinnie, deal the girl in. We're playing for her pussy."

Jessica sat down, pulling down her tight red skirt so that it was under her ass, and picked up her cards. She had a pair of bitches in her hand.

"I'm all in," she said. Her pussy tingled, and the cigarette smoke was making her woozy.