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She watched the sickening golden champagne bubble as she poured it into the glass of a young spoiled rich boy. He was blowing his chips. Round after round. He was loaded with his daddy’s money, but that mountain of cash was slowly melting.
“Another glass of champagne doll,” he winked to her, but she saw him wipe the sweat under his brow. At least he could blame it on the alcohol later.
Working in the casino was as annoying as it could get, but she does admit there's some perks.
“Saw you eyeing me from all the way there. See something you like?” His voice was shaky.
Entitled brat. She thought. But she forced a smile and strutted over with a fresh bottle of champagne. She had enough common sense to know she needed this job.
Pouring him another glass, she put her arm on his shoulder. Whispering sweet nothings, she slipped her free hand into his pocket and slowly pulled on the leather. He leaned in, but she turned her head away. People should really learn to take a mint. Breathing from her mouth, she slipped the wallet inside her own pocket, blowing him a kiss as she left.
She slipped into the employee lounge as she threw the empty wallet in the lost and found. Licking her fingers and flipping through the cash, she pushed the hinge of guilt down. She’s been doing this her whole life, but that familiar feeling always resurfaces.
She shook her head. She has done this a million times before. This is no different.
Looking across the room, she saw familiar blonde hair. She fought the urge to roll her eyes. She could practically smell his cologne across the whole casino. Reeks of cash. But she likes that smell, and so does her boss.
Picking up her tray again, her heels clicked as she walked across the gambling house. Her mind reeled with what she could treat herself with later. Maybe those heels she wanted.
The blondie always threw his money as if it were tissues for a sobbing kid. But those kids just sob more as he gets bands and bands of his tissue back. Although she did have to admit, it was pretty funny seeing him make another grown man cry. But it didn’t help his case. He was just another rich narcissistic kid with way too much money.
He was pretty popular with the women too. As expected of someone his status. She heard he was from the IPC. One of the higher-ups too.
“Can I get you anything?” She purred, bending over. She made sure to loosen a few buttons. Cleavage usually works on men like him.
He didn’t even bat an eye. “Water is fine.”
There goes her plan to get him drunk. Or seduced.
“Can I recommend some drinks? Our casino is famous for its bar.” She flashed him the prettiest smile she could muster.
“Water is fine sweetheart.”
She debated leaving, but her pride did get a bit hurt. Pissed, she turned her attention to the other men.
“Any other orders?”
After serving all their orders, she poured the sparkly blonde his water. Would spilling some on his pants be too corny..? She irked at the thought.
“Come’re sweetheart.” The annoying voice cooed. Slowly turning, she lowered herself to his sitting position.
“Yes, sir?”
She wasn't really listening after that. All she could see was that huge bulge in his pocket. She gulped. She might really be pushing her luck. But self control isn't one of her virtues.
Smiling and nodding, she slowly slipped two fingers into his pocket, keeping eye contact with him. Her fake smile slowly brightened into a real one when she started fishing out the wads of cash just waiting to be stolen.
Yes. Yes. Yes. She cheered internally as half of the wallet was out of his pocket.
But she felt a hand grab her wrist. She froze.
Slowly looking up at him, she expected him to be angry. But he seemed incredibly pleased.
“It's quite rude to steal hon.”
Shit. Shit. Shit. He was talking in an unusually hushed voice.
“..Are you gonna call security?” Why was she even asking that?
“Nope. You can keep the wallet. It's just some spare change.” If that was spare change he must be the Aeon of credits. She shuddered.
She shoved the wallet back into his pocket. “No thanks.”
“So you’re willing to steal but back out when I offer it to you?” He cocked his head. “Thats a interesting mindset you got there.”
“Well I don’t like accepting money from people like you.”
“People like me? But there's only one of me, sweetheart. Trust me, there's no one in this world even remotely similar to me.”
She wanted to dump his glass of water over his head. She couldn’t stand men like this. But she had to admit, his cologne was doing some things to her. She could practically smell the price.
Her eyes wandered lower, until she blinked at his boob window. Is he gay?
“My eyes are up here.” He said in a sultry tone as he held her chin with his hand.
Uhh.. maybe bi.
She managed to slip away, but she had a feeling she'd be seeing him a lot more.