Chapter 7: Gaming Commissioner

Marissa and Alexandria stood by the elevator. Marissa was watching the indicator slowly descend to the lobby.

“Oh shit!” said Alex quietly.

“What?”

“See that guy walking toward us with the shit eating grin on his face?”

“Yes,” she answered, looking at a greasy looking guy approaching them. He was medium height, and his hair was combed straight back showing his receding hairline. He looked like a cheap hood.

“He’s a cop with the Vice Squad.” She looked up at the floor indicator for the elevator. “Why can’t these damn elevators be faster?”

Alex kept staring at the floor indicator while Marissa watched the cop approach them.

“Alexandria, how’s business?”

Alex turned and looked at him. “Oh, hello Sergeant Barnes.”

“Who’s this?” he said leering at Marissa, “A new girl for your stable?” His eyes roamed up and down Marissa’s body. “She’s a little young; don’t you think?”

His leer made her feel dirty and she didn’t know whether to be polite or not. She looked at Alex uncertainly.

“No Sergeant, we don’t have a stable and she’s a web developer. She’s building web sites for us.”

“REALLY?” he replied, not trying to hide his obvious disbelief. “Well, aren’t you going to introduce me to your lovely young friend?”

“Marissa, this is Sergeant Barnes,” she said coldly.

“Please to meet you Marissa,” he said, looking at her hungrily.

“Sergeant,” she answered civilly although the way he looked at her gave her the creeps.

Just then the elevator arrived, sparing them further conversation. The women got on and just before the door closed, the Sergeant put his hand in and caused the door to reopen. “I look forward to seeing you again Marissa.”

“Good night Sergeant,” said Alex impatiently.

After the door closed, Alex turned to Marissa. “Don’t pay attention to him. He’s an asshole.”

Marissa looked at her and shook her head, a little perplexed. “Why did he think that I was a prostitute?”

“Like I said, he’s an asshole. He’s always giving us a hard time because we don’t comp him as much as he’d like.”

Back in the suite, Alex began to tell Marissa about her date for the evening. “He’s with the state gaming commission.”

“How old is he?” Marissa asked warily.

“Well, he’s no prince.”

“I guess I can kiss a frog for five thousand.”

“Terry wants you to be happy.”

“Well, you can tell him not to give me any more love bites. That would make me happy. Thank heavens I was able to hide it with makeup until it faded.”

“The good news is that your date’s actually quite a gentleman. We sometimes tell him about sporting events that he might want to bet on, and he goes to other casino’s to place his bets so we’re both happy.”

Suddenly, Marissa felt uneasy and asked almost pleadingly, “This is an occasional thing, right? I mean it’s not like its prostitution.”

Alex took a hold of Marissa’s shoulders and look into her eyes. “Sweetheart, you’re just doing us a favor. After tonight, it you don’t want to have any more dates then you can stop.” She gave her a concerned look and added, “Listen tonight,” she paused for a second. “I think that you’ll like this guy.” Marissa nodded her understanding. You feel better?” asked Alex and again Marissa nodded.

Alex tilted her head and gave Marissa a small peck on the lips and then added, “The good news is that his wife is at the club with him, so he doesn’t want to be seen with you and he won’t spend the night.”

“Spend the night?“ Marissa thought. It hadn’t ever occurred to her that she would be expected to spend the night with him. She looked at Alex and nodded and started to twist her wedding ring off.

“No, leave it on,” said Alex. “He’ll love knowing that he’s having sex with another guy’s wife.” She handed Marissa a small packet. “Here’s something to help you enjoy yourself.”

Marissa as feeling mellow from the coke and when she opened the door to her suite, she saw that Alex was right; the guy was a frog. She answered the door wearing the infamous red dress and the guy’s eyes almost popped out of his head making him look even more like a frog.

“Oh, my my, you’re an angel,” he said in a southern accent. “I must have died and gone to heaven.”

Marissa actually felt herself blush and she momentarily looked at the floor. “Can I get you a drink?” she asked.

“Well, I don’t have much time. My wife is downstairs losing out money at a dollar machine. Perhaps my dear, we could just, you could just...”

Marissa was glad that she’d gotten a nice glow from the line of coke because otherwise she didn’t think that she could go through with what she was about to do. She took his hand and said, “Why don’t we have a drink and get comfortable.” He seemed relieved and happily let her lead him to the bar.

“You’re really beautiful,” he said. “I was told that you’re over eighteen, but I’m not sure that I believe it.”

“Well, it’s true,” said Marissa. “I’m twenty-six.”

“No! Really?”

“Yes really.”

“So, the wedding ring on your finger is real?”

“It sure is.”

“Does your husband know you’re, uh, meeting another man?”

“Good heavens no,” she said with real alarm. “I’m sure that it wouldn’t end well for me.”

“Well then, I could divorce my wife and we could get married,” he joked.

Marissa laughed and he joined in. “Maybe I will have a whiskey with some ice if you have it,” he said and added, “You have a wonderful laugh.”

“Thank you.” Marissa poured him a whiskey on the rocks; he just kept shaking his head in wonder as he stared at her.

“Would you unzip me?” she asked as she turned her back and lifted her hair.

He stared at her creamy white back for just a moment before he reached down and pulled the short zipper down which gave him a view of the crack of her ass. He was pleased that wasn’t wearing any panties underneath.

Again, she took his hand and led him into the bedroom where she took off the dress and properly hung it up. She turned around facing him wearing only black thigh high stockings and high heels.

“Honey I can’t decide whether I should just drown in your beautiful blue eyes or make love to you.”

“Your choice,” she teased, smiling.

“Will you give me a kiss?” he asked.

She walked over, closed her eyes, and parted her lips, just a little. The commissioner felt her floral perfume waft over him, and he again said, “My God you’re beautiful,” and then he softly kissed her.