Money is Power (part 9)

Mindy had just given me the best sexual experience of my life, and now I was confused, listening to her cry softly. Mixed emotional signals have been the norm on this trip. Mindy is not exactly here of her own free will. She is free to leave at any time, but she needs $30,000. I have it to give. But, in exchange I wanted the fantasy; a sex slave for the weekend. We are here in Las Vegas living my dream.


“Why are you crying, now?” I said, annoyed that my post coital bliss was being harpooned.

She didn’t answer. Fuck, I hate this. Even when you have a slave you can’t escape the tears and emotion. I really do like Mindy; even though I have pretty thoroughly abused her body over the last two days. With that in mind, I took a step back, from my own attitude, and tried again.

“Mindy, please. Why are you crying? Are you in pain?’

She sniffed lightly, and said “A little, but that’s not why I’m crying?”

“Grrrrrrrrrrrrr” I thought. I hate playing this game. But, I really enjoyed the sex we just had. It had directly sprung from her attitude and imagination. I wanted it to continued, so I must be a good boy.

“What, then?” I said softly, rubbing along the contours of her hip and thigh. Mindy is mid-thirties, but looks younger. She keeps in shape, so while her body is not rock hard like a teen, it’s damn good in all the right places. Mindy has brown hair, delicious chocolate brown eyes, C-cup breasts, with little nubs that stick out from her brownish, pink areolas, making her nipples look chronically erect.

“I enjoyed what we just did” she said with little emotion.

“That’s a good thing. I like it when you enjoy sex” I responded, not knowing what else to say.

She started crying again, in to her pillow.

“You know if I hadn’t promised not to spank you anymore, I would have you over my knee, just so you would have a reason to cry and this would make sense.” I complained

“I am letting you f…fuck” she struggled to get the last word out “every hole I have to get that money. It’s supposed to be vile and disgusting to me. It is something a proper church going soccer mom wouldn’t do, much less enjoy.”

I almost pointed out she forgot to say she was 37, but I didn’t think she would see my humor.

“Mindy you are not a whore. You are not a bad person. You are in a difficult situation. If your mind and body are going to cope with this, by feeling pleasure, instead of wallowing in negativity, doesn’t that seem like a good thing?

I pulled that out of my ass. I have no idea what I am talking about.

“What about John? I’ve so betrayed his trust in me. First by taking the money and now by being your little whore who likes being fucked up her butt!” she proclaimed

“Mindy, you know those people who say ‘two wrongs don’t make a right?” I started

She nodded her head.

“They’re fucking idiots. We answer wrong with wrong all the time, to make things right. A guy robs a bank. That is wrong. What do we do? We put him in a cage. That’s wrong. But, do you know the good that comes out of it?”

Mindy shook her head this time, hopefully deep in thought and not crying into her pillow.

“If the guy is decent, the punishment teaches him a lesson. Plus, because it was not pleasant he gets to say he has paid his debt to society. I answered, still pulling this out of thin air, but kind of impressed I was thinking so fast.

“But, I liked it” she whined “I’m not suppose to like it”

“Answer honestly, you won’t make me mad. Is there any chance you will willingly repeat any of this, with me, again, even the parts that you liked? I asked

“No.” she said just a little faster than I thought she would. I chuckled.

“I didn’t think so. So how much are you really enjoying it?” I finished and then starting a new subject.

“How’s your ass?”

“It’s sore and kinda burns. You didn’t use enough lube.” She answered, the sobbing gone, replace by a tone of complaint. That worked for me.

“That’s your fucking fault. You got me so worked up, you’re lucky I didn’t do you dry, in the goddamn cab”

She rolled over to face me, grinning an evil smile.

“I did, didn’t I?” she said cheerily.

“Where on God’s green earth did you get the idea to be a stripper, and how did you even pull it off?” I asked eager to know the answer. I had not had time to think about this until just now.

Mindy giggled “I saw one of those trailer signs when we were walking on the strip. It was advertising Amateur Night at ‘Little Darlings’. I didn’t give it any more thought until I promised you something special. Then that was all I could come up with. I almost chickened out when I saw it was one of these take-off-everything places, I thought I could at least keep my panties. But, when I saw you sitting out there looking pissed, I knew I had to. All the wine and stuff helped, too”

“And then you went inside, blew the manager, and he put you up next……” I added

She punched me on the shoulder and said “No, Stupid. I did what you would have done; I bribed him. I had over $200 left after buying clothes and stuff at Wal-Mart. I gave it to him, told him I needed to get on the stage, and that I didn’t want the prize money.”

“And the dancing? You must work at Shotgun Willie’s, on the side, right?”

Another punch to the shoulder “ Tssk, I do a regular aerobics class at the Rec. I just improvised.”

“You OK?” I said changing the subject and getting serious again.

“I don’t know. I guess. Things are just not going to be like I thought they would. I’ve got a lot of thinking to do.”

“And John is going to be a happy man.” I said lecherously at her

“Asshole.” She said, grinning.

“Now what? You got me here and fucked my brains out. What do we do now?”

Mindy looked sheepish as she said

“This is as far as I planned.”

I laughed.

“No cloths, no money, and no car. I guess you can wear a towel down to the casino and pick up a drunk. Then you could use your charms to get him to take you back to the Bellagio.” I said humorously.

“Or, you could be a gentleman and go get me something to wear. Then we could take a cab.” Mindy answered.

“In case you haven’t noticed; this weekend I’m no gentleman”

“Several parts of my body…” she said rubbing her butt “won’t let me forget.” she played along.

“Okay. I’ll see what I can do.” I said with an exaggerated sigh “Be back in awhile”

Before she could think about it too much, I was off the bed, pulling on my cloths, and out the door. I went downstairs, had the valet get me a cab, and I was off to Wal-mart. I was back in 25 minutes. Mindy was just drying her hair, with the room dryer, having taken a shower. I tossed her the bag.

“Do I even dare look to see what you bought?” she asked skeptically

“What? You don’t trust my taste in clothes” I said with mock indignance

“I have complete FAITH in your taste in clothes. That’s what worries me.” Mindy said as she pulled out the garments.

“One red tube top and red shorts, which might cover my butt. I’m shocked.” She deadpanned.

“I almost got a thong bikini, but I didn’t want to draw attention.” I said grinning.

She shook her head, and put them on. Damn did she look sexy. The tube top accentuated her breasts; highlighting both their size and shape. I knew her nipples would stick out and they did not disappoint. She looked aroused or cold, but I knew it to be her norm. 10 years of staring at her chest gains you some familiarity.

The top covered her breasts and her rib area, leaving her tan, and flat midriff exposed. She turned around so I could see her from all angles. The shorts went to the waist, and hugged her curves tightly. They were probably about a size too small. I was never good at picking out sizes. That made the length a bit short, and as Mindy had guessed, part of her curvy bottom was uncovered.

She stood there with hands on her hips, shaking her head.

“You really expect me to go out in public like this? I look like a street walker” she said, but her tone was light. She knew she was going out exactly like this.

“What? Are you shy now, Gypsy Rose Lee? Let’s go.”

I responded, as I opened the door for her to go first. To my disappointment, no one joined us in the hall or on the elevator ride down. The casino was not terribly busy, but I did notice a few stares at Mindy. Mindy was not getting the attention I had hoped. But, I smiled to myself as I imagined what was about to happen at the desk.

“C’mon, we need to check out, first” I said as I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the hotel desk. It started to dawn on her as we walked up to the front, and I saw her blush.

“Checking out.” I said.

The hotel agent looked Mindy top to bottom, with apprehension plain on his face. He turned his attention to his computer.

“Were you disappointed in our services, sir? I see you only checked in a couple of hours ago.”

Mindy was crimson. Even her tanned chest was red.

“No. No. Everything was great. We just don’t need the room anymore. We’re done.”

I said this like it happened every day. Mindy was looking away, trying desperately to find a rock to crawl under. She could not even look at the clerk. The agent looked shocked for a second and then stared straight into his monitor. He finished by handing me a print out. He did not offer a “Have a nice day” as we left.

“That was mean.” Mindy hissed, but then she grinned. “But, did you see the look on his face when you said ‘we didn’t need the room anymore”? I thought he was going to shit.

As we waited for our cab, I give Mindy’s ass a few M&M squeezes. I loved that ass.

We got in the cab and didn’t say much until we got to the Bellagio. I was a little worried about the way Mindy was dressed. She really did look like a street walker. I thought it possible we would be stopped. But, we made it to our room. I was only a little tired. It wasn’t terribly late, and I thought we might go see a show or something. But, I was having a hard time keeping my eyes off of Mindy’s chest. That tube top really did work for her.

She noticed my stares and came closer, smiling softly, offering herself to me.

“Put your hands behind your head.” I ordered. Mindy did as she was told, submitting with a touch of eagerness.

I put my hands on her ribs at breast level, and slowly moved in until by thumbs found the protruding nubs. I circled them lightly, watching them harden, and form hard points under the thin cloth.

‘Ummmmmmmm” Mindy moaned softly with her eyes closed. I continued the slow circles, working outside in, touching the now constricted center, and then back out to the edge of the areola.

Mindy took in a visible breath and let out another low moan. I retraced my hand movements to her ribs, feeling her chest’s more frequent rise and fall, and put my fingers underneath the bottom of the garment, securing a grip. Mindy was tense with anticipation. She was expecting her breasts to be exposed with one violent pull. But, I wanted to enjoy watching her perfectly round melons exposed slowly.

I pulled it down, inch by inch, watching the elastic top expand to accommodate the swell of her breast, and then reveal their cleavage.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. That feels good.” Mindy moaned out softly, as the ribbed cloth traveled over her sensitive nipples, tripping across them, and sends intermittent stabs of pleasure through her body.

Slowly the complete tops of her mounds were exposed. The full unveiling was halted as the top of the elastic caught fast on Mindy’s points. Her chest was heaving up and down, slowly stretching the already taught top and clearly defining her entire nipple. I pulled a little harder, and Mindy gasped as the garment slipped an entire inch, revealing her aroused nipples.

I finished the unveiling, letting the top cover her flat stomach and then leaned in to lightly lick, with the tip of my tongue, her left nipple. Mindy shivered at the wet, warm touch. I saw goose pimples appear everywhere, as she breathed out another soft moan. I turned my attention to her right breast, and licked that one with the same light carress.

My hands had worked their way down to her hips, and they found their way back to the bottom of her shorts, where part of Mindy’s fuckable ass was exposed. I cupped both cheeks long enough to get in a single, lifting squeeze, and then they returned to gain a firm handhold on the boney part of her hip.

Slowly I turned Mindy to face away from me. My hands made their way up along Mindy’s hips, waist, and then ribs, feeling the warmth of her body, even through the dislodged top. When finally, bare skin was again felt, I enveloped both breasts in my hands, squeezed them, and her into me.

My hard on had found it’s way between Mindy’s short-covered butt cheeks, and I could not resist grinding it into her, as I used her chest to gain leverage.

“Ohhhhhhhh” she moaned louder “Can I put my arms, down please? I need to touch you.” Mindy breathed out in a near whisper.

“Not just yet, my little minx. I’m not done unwrapping my package” I replied

With that statement, my hand moved down to find the fastener for her little shorts. Mindy, anticipating my next move, took a deep breath, giving my ample room to work the button free. I did so, and then almost one link at a time, I dribbled the zipper down.

Mindy shifted trying to work her frustration out, but in the process rubbing my cock between her firm buttocks. This got a squirm out of me, as the zipper bottomed, and I worked my thumbs into the waistband.

More urgently, I pulled the tightly fitted shorts down, first one side and then the other, gaining an inch or so with each machination. Mindy was cocking her hips, in rhytmn with me, to assist in disrobing. As the waistband cleared the apex of her hips, I moved my hands up, letting her shorts fall, and grasped the bottom of the tube top. This I slid down, slowly again, watching as it enveloped her shapely bottom, eclipsing it, and then letting it’s beauty shine forth again.

When it too, was resting on Mindy’s feet I told her to step out of the clothes and turn to face me. She did both, with no wasted effort. Her eyes were now open and looking at me with longing and anticipation.

“Are you wet, Mindy” I asked in a soft voice.

With her breast rising and falling to the pace of her breathing she merely nodded, slowly, and blushed in either embarrassment or complete knowledge of her arousal.

“What do you want to do for me, Mindy?” I queried in the same soft voice.

“I want to fuck you. I want you inside my wet pussy.” Mindy said with two exhales of breath.

“That’s what you want, Mindy. But, what are you going to do for me?’

She stood there looking at my groin as I undid my pants, and disrobed.

“Do it” I spoke softly

Mindy took one step dropped to her knees, grabbed my ass with both hands, and took my cock into her mouth. I grabbed two handful of her hair, just to have something to hold on to. She moved her head back and forth, taking me first to the back of her throat, and then withdrawing until, only my tip was still in her mouth.

The moist, constant pressure of her tongue, as I stood over her, grasping her hair, and now controlling the pace of her oral copulation, was exhilarating. Mindy, in this moment, was powerless, she would willingly do anything I demanded, to maintain my favor, and gain her ultimate release.