Last of the Unicorns
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He was quite insistent." He handed Brent the $100.
Brent felt bad about taking the money, but he felt even worse about Jacob. The old man was out there somewhere, wandering around in the cold. He wanted to do something but had no idea what.
Nikki pulled his arm and said, "Come on Brent. You've done all you can for him."
As they walked out of the shelter he asked her, "How do you do it? How can you come here and see these people and feel like you've done enough?"
Nikki sighed, "I do all that I can and sometimes more. But giving them every penny I have won't even come close to solving the problem. When you have worked with the homeless for a while you find that they don't expect you to suffer just because they are suffering. A lot of them don't really want any help at all, and the ones that do, don't usually want a handout. At the end of every day I ask myself, 'Did I help someone today?' And if the answer is yes, then I know I made a difference."
Brent realized Nikki was rationalizing. It was obviously her way of dealing with the frustration of not being able to fix something that seemed unfixable.
Nikki brightened, "I thought we were going to celebrate."
Brent shrugged, "OK. I guess you are right."
She smiled, "I know the perfect place."
Nikki drove to a little Italian restaurant just off the strip where she was obviously a regular. They were escorted right to a secluded little table away from the bustle of the main dining area. Once their order had been placed, they chatted idly, sipping wine while the chef prepared their meal. Nikki was an enchanting date, and Brent soon forgot about Jacob and the shelter. A couple hours later, his appetite sated and a little buzzed from the wine they walked out of the restaurant.
Brent's thoughts were thoroughly indecent as he pulled Nikki into a warm embrace and kissed her. He asked, "How can I ever thank you for all that you've done for me?"
Nikki kissed him back and than said, "I can think of a few ways..." She slid her hand down over his stiffening penis and said, "And I think I just found one." Then she giggled and pushed him away, "But not just yet. Let's go do something fun."
Brent gazed at the skyline and focused on a nearby casino, which just happened to be the same one where he lost all of his money only a day earlier. He felt a sudden rush of excitement and a bold, new confidence compelling him to try his luck. He nodded at the casino, "Want to try your luck?"
Nikki smiled, "Is that $100 burning a hole in your pocket?"
Brent laughed, "I guess it is." Then he said more seriously, "I really want another crack at that place."
Nikki smiled, "OK. But you are on your own. I never gamble."
Brent couldn't believe his ears, "You live in Vegas and you don't gamble?"
She snuggled up against him, "Nope. But I do like to watch. Let's just see how far you can play that $100."
* * *
Brent sat down at the very same Blackjack table, in the very same seat where he had lost $5000 only yesterday. Nikki was standing close behind him, sipping on a drink, looking like one of those fabulous women you always see wrapped around James Bond. She kissed him for luck and he placed his single, $100 chip on the bet circle and waited for the cards to be dealt.
On the very first hand Brent drew 20 on three cards and beat the dealer's 19. On the very next hand, the dealer busted and everybody won. An hour later, he was up $1,000 and clearly on a roll. When there was a pause while they switched dealers, he turned to Nikki and said, "I feel much better now. If you are bored, we can go someplace else."
Nikki's blue eyes were sparkling and she exclaimed, "Are you kidding? You haven't lost more than a three hands in the last hour. This is very exciting."
Brent grinned, "OK. But as soon as I lose two in a row, we are out of here."
The lucky streak persisted and Brent continued to win. At one point when he was up $5,000, he considered cashing out, but Nikki convinced him to stick with it. When he finally hit $15,000 he decided that it was enough for one night. He tipped the dealer $200, and a moment later a casino security man showed up with paperwork for him to sign. The security man left with his chips and returned a couple minutes later with a check for his winnings.
As they drove the short distance to Nikki's place, they laughed and talked excitedly about how Brent had played hand after hand, marveling at how he always seemed to make the right moves. He had never experienced such a run of luck in his life, and he hoped it would continue for a while longer. In the elevator on the way up to her condo, he pulled Nikki close and said, "I couldn't have done it without you." Then he kissed her passionately until the elevator doors opened on her floor.
Nikki opened the door and pulled him inside, kissing Brent with an intensity that surprised her. "Give me a few minutes," she whispered and then disappeared into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Sitting on the bed for a moment, she tried to catch her breath, confused by the excitement she felt. Ever since meeting Brent yesterday, Nikki had noticed that her heart seemed to beat a little faster whenever she was near him.
But tonight she had sensed something in him that was especially attractive and incredibly arousing. The whole time she had watched him in the casino; her pussy had been wet and throbbing. And when Brent had kissed her in the elevator she had experienced a short but powerful orgasm. No one had ever made her cum by just kissing her before.
When Nikki walked into the living room again, she found Brent standing by the large picture window, looking out over the skyline. She snuggled up against his back, put her arms around him, and started to kiss his neck. He felt warm and tingly, almost electric and she gasped softly as she felt another wave of excitement course through her body, ending up in her already wet pussy.
Brent never took his eyes off the lights as he said, "I can't believe how lucky I got tonight. First thing tomorrow I am giving half of this money to Father Hackett."
Nikki kissed his neck again and whispered, "The night isn't over baby. I think you are about to get lucky again."
Brent turned, seeing for the first time that she had again transformed herself into Nikki Lust. Her golden hair was cascading down over her perfect breasts which were practically spilling out of a sexy, sheer mesh babydoll nightie. The tiny g-string panties she wore underneath left just enough to the imagination to entice and arouse, drawing attention to her long, shapely legs which were perched on top of three inch spiked slippers. But it was Nikki's deep blue eyes, smoldering with desire and her highly sensual mouth, painted a deep ruby red that riveted his attention.
Soundlessly Brent picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, kissing her hungrily, matching her raging desire with his own. Nikki let out a low, whimpering moan as his tongue parted her hot lips and slowly explored her mouth. She gently responded with the longest, sweetest, most sensual kiss he had ever experienced, slowing him while still fanning the flames of his desire. Reluctantly, he laid her gently on the cool, crisp satin sheets, overwhelmed by her incredible physical beauty and powerless to resist her.
Without a thought, Nikki assumed an alluring, highly erotic pose; becoming a living, breathing, sculpture; an incarnation of pure lust, every glance an invitation, every movement a temptation. It was pure instinct for her, ingrained in her DNA and as natural as breathing. She was simply reacting to his intense need and strong male presence; as powerless to stop it as he was to resist it.
"My God Nikki, you are so beautiful."
Never taking his eyes from her face, Brent slowly removed his clothes and then dropped his boxers; his long, purple headed shaft jutting out sharply from his body and bobbing in time with his racing heartbeat. Nikki slid her tongue slowly across her lips and Brent groaned as he felt himself stiffen and stretch even more. Aching for her touch, he moved to the side of the bed, throbbing with anticipation.
Nikki never did anything sexual with haste. To her, every position, every activity was an opportunity to savor, to prolong the pleasure, and delay the inevitable. Even her orgasms were long and drawn out; tremendous releases of pent up tension resulting in indescribable delight and unbelievable gratification for both her and her partner.
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