Ben and Linda Walker were enjoying a pleasant meal in one of best restaurants on the Las Vegas strip. They had finished their entrees and were discussing possible choices for dessert when a bespectacled young man approached their table.

“Excuse me?” began the young man. “Are you two a married couple?”

“That really isn’t the way to begin any sort of civil conversation,” Ben retorted curtly. “You can obviously see that we’re enjoying our dinner. Being quizzed by some Poindexter isn’t on the dessert menu. We certainly wouldn’t order it if it were, so please find someone else to annoy.”

Ben glanced at Linda to gauge her reaction to the biting sarcasm he had directed at the young man. As was the often case of late, she didn’t appear to fully appreciate his sharp wit. Her face showed no emotion as she perused the dessert menu.

“My bad,” Poindexter apologized. “My name is Stuart White. I was hoping to discuss a business deal with the two of you, but you’d have to be a married couple in order to even consider my offer.”

“Well, Stuart, it just so happens that we are married to each other and have been for nineteen years. That said, could this business of yours wait until Linda and I have had dessert?” Ben asked impatiently.

“I really don’t care to wait that long, Sir. I may be young, but I’ve been around the block a time or two. Your sarcasm and indifference to my statements have been duly noted. Do you want the opportunity to make an easy thirty grand, or not?”

While not destitute, Ben had to admit to himself that the sound of making a quick thirty thousand dollars had a certain ring to it.

“I’m Ben Walker and this is my wife, Linda,” Ben replied smoothly. “Why don’t you pull up a chair and join us. We can listen to your offer over dessert.”

Stuart thanked the couple as he pulled an unused chair from a nearby table and joined them.

“Thanks for the warm welcome. I decided to make this offer when I walked into the room and immediately noticed the large, lovely breasts Linda has on display. They’re remarkable.”

“What in hell’s wrong with you?” Ben demanded. “You can’t waltz in here and tell us how great Linda’s boobs are. She doesn’t dress like this to get unsolicited comments about her chest from the peanut gallery.”

“Do you really think that they look that good?” Linda asked with a big smile.

“Yes, Mrs. Walker. Your tits look fantastic. I love how much cleavage and flesh you’re able to expose without any hint of your areoles or nipples being seen.”

“Thank you for that compliment, kind sir,” Linda replied with another radiant smile.

“What in hell are you talking about, Linda? This clown just referred to your breasts as tits. He even referred to your nipples,” Ben growled. “You should be insisting that I punch the joker out.”

“Don’t overreact, Ben. I’ve spent most of the last year working on my arms, shoulders and chest at the gym. I like to know that’s it’s appreciated. He can call them tits as long as he keeps saying nice things about them.”

“I like your attitude, Mrs. Walker,” Stuart interjected. “I think that we may be able to do business.”

“Exactly what business are we discussing?” Ben asked as he directed a glare at Linda. “Whatever it might be, I’m sure it doesn’t involve my wife’s breasts, so spit it out. I’m beginning to get agitated here.”

“I’m a math whiz. I graduated from MIT at the age of twenty with an advanced math degree. I do freelance and consulting work, so I travel quite a lot. A good share of my traveling involves locations where gambling casinos are located. I play Blackjack whenever I can. I always win when I visit a casino. I actually make a lot more gambling than I do with my business endeavors.”

“I don’t think so,” Ben stated quite emphatically. “Casinos keep an eye out for guys who are like you claim to be. Gambling, pretty much by definition, means you are likely to lose. Casinos make sure the odds are in their favor. That’s how they stay in business. If some geek starts winning too much at the tables, they simply toss him out.”

“You’re absolutely correct, husband of the lady with the exquisite knockers,” Stuart agreed. “However, a man can get lucky now and then and win a few thousand dollars without attracting unwanted attention, especially if he appears to lose almost as often as he wins.

“If a person goes to a casino and wins a few thousand in a night, but drops half a grand on another night, he looks like a regular, everyday schmuck. If he follows that same scenario in different casinos, often in different cities, he can easily amass a nest egg of twenty or thirty thousand dollars in a relatively short period of time.”

“Okay, I’ll grant that a real clever nerd can game the system and make some money gambling, but only if he’s good and if he’s careful. How does that come into play with Linda and me?” Ben asked.

“That’s where Linda’s tits enter the picture,” Stuart replied with a grin. “Your wife caught my eye with those fantastic knockers of hers. I’d like...”

“Just a minute!” interrupted Ben. “I can’t allow you to keep using such crass terms while referring to my wife’s anatomy. In fact, it greatly annoys both Linda and me that you insist on bringing her breasts into the conversation.”

“Let’s hear him out, Ben. He seems to have good taste, and he’s quite accurate in his observations,” Linda stated with what Ben considered a rather weak attempt at humor.

“Thank you, Mrs. Walker. You not only have a great set of tits, but you’re obviously a smart business woman. That’s a rare combination,” Stuart responded as he smugly watched Ben’s face turn a deep red.

“I have a simple proposal. I will give you thirty thousand dollars if I can spend twelve straight hours with Linda in my bed. During that period of time, she’ll willingly engage in any and all sexual acts that either of us may want to experience.”