The Bet

Chapter 1

"You almost ready, babe?" Carson called from the living room. The tone of his voice let me know that although it was phrased as a question, there was only one right answer.

"Five minutes," I called back. I was anything but excited about tonight. Carson was taking me to yet another underground gambling game. Blackjack, Texas hold 'em, roulette. God only knew what his poison would be tonight. His trust fund would be taking a hit, that was the only thing that was positive. I knew he only brought me to these games as arm candy. A pretty face with big boobs to distract the other players. I was not to speak unless spoken to and even then polite smiling and nodding of my head were more than sufficient.

I tousled my hair one more time in the mirror before reluctantly making my way downstairs. "Finally," he said angrily. I held in my eye roll. The last thing I needed was or him to get angrier.

"Am I not worth the wait, babe?" I cooed, rubbing myself against him. He grunted out a response, squeezing my ass when I got close enough. Moods like this weren't always easy to handle, placating him with my body didn't always work. I let out a sigh of relief when he led me outside to the waiting town car, instead of laying into me about making him wait. He must want to make a good impression on whoever was hosting the game tonight. Otherwise I would have shown up with the beginnings of a nasty bruise.

The drive took less than ten minutes.

Stepping out of the car he leaned down, holding out his hand for me to take. Once he'd helped me out he planted a sweet, chaste kiss to my lips, pulling away with a smile on his face. Looks like I got gentleman Carson tonight. The Carson I fell in love with before our relationship turned into a nightmare. Hopefully the vodka would be slow flowing tonight and gentleman Carson would stay around for the duration. I let him take my hand and lead me towards the discreet entrance. There was no bouncer, just a well placed door. If you didn't look closely it blended in with the building. Knocking three times he paused, counted to 6 and then knocked twice more. "Password," a gruff voice asked out of nowhere.

"Antelope." I fought the urge to roll my eyes once again. Any type of attitude was guaranteed to make asshole Carson come out to play. But what was with all these places he took me? The passwords were always stupid like antelope or tiger or crocodile. The door opened and Carson guided me inside. The gigantic, intimidating bouncer stood at the opposite end of the hallway, the real entrance to the game. His head was shaved completely, the dark skin the same colour as the rest of his body. Strong, muscular arms bulged out of his black t-shirt, the rest of his uniform consisted of black combat pants and boots. Carson greeted him with a handshake before opening his arms, inviting the usual pat down.

"May I?" The unfamiliar bouncer asked. His question was directed at Carson, not me. My consent meant nothing to him. Walking through those doors with Carson meant that he held the power to make those choices for me. My stomach did a familiar act of revulsion, rolling at the thought.

The sinister grin that crossed his face didn't help my uneasiness. "Be my guest," Carson said through his smirk. "She likes it rough," he added with a wink. Swallowing the bile threatening to rise, I made my face as neutral as I could manage. Protesting would just get me backhanded. Playing nice would keep the sweet version of Carson around, even when his words and actions proved the lesser version of himself was just beneath the surface. Bald bouncer man stepped closer to me, his large frame imposing over me. My sapphire blue dress left little to the imagination. There was literally no place that was loose enough or covered enough for me to be hiding any type of weapon. Although I think this establishment was more worried about bringing in loaded dice or extra cards or whatever people use to cheat the house. His hands dipped into the neckline of my dress, his rough fingers grazing my flesh. Once he'd gone all the way around the top of my dress he moved his hands lower, cupping and squeezing my boobs. Travelling further down his hands squeezed my waist harshly, before going lower still to my ass. He squeezed my cheeks and pulled them apart roughly. He knelt before me, his hands travelling down my right leg; his touch was feather light and revolting. Once he reached my right ankle, he repeated his actions, letting his roaming hands glide up my left. Still kneeling his right hand traveled up between my thighs. He went higher until he met my panties. "Is she wet?" Carson's voice echoed sickly through the space.