“Yeah. And I should win two to one. This is an outrage.”
“You should play again,” Ace said, his smile something out of heaven itself. “See how your luck holds out.”
“Are you crazy?” Bailey gathered her winnings. “That was pure dumb luck. Roulette is a sucker bet. Where do we cash in?”
Ace’s grin faded, and he cocked his head toward the back of the room. “Over there.”
What was wrong? Ace didn’t look pleased. And Lisa didn’t want to leave him. She could look at him all night. In a tux. Out of a tux. “Bay—”
“Come on, Lis.” Bailey dragged her to the darkened cove Ace had indicated. “What in the world?” Bailey’s clench on Lisa’s arm tightened. “Oh, my God.”
“What is it?”
“This is unreal. Look.” Bailey pointed to the wall.
Gracing it were photos of some very good looking people. “Yeah. So?”
“You need glasses,” Bailey said. “Can’t you read what’s under those photos?”
Lisa inched closer, focusing on a picture of a blond woman with big hair and big boobs. Underneath the photo, Lisa read, “Dena will give a blow job for three hundred dollars in chips.”
Lisa’s heart dropped to her stomach. Seriously? She quickly scanned the rest of the wall. Apparently Dena was not alone. Elle was willing to go down on a man or a woman for a mere three hundred fifty in chips. Dietrich would lick a pussy for five hundred and fuck a woman for six hundred. For only two hundred more, he’d do a guy.
Lisa’s pulse raced as she scanned through the photos and information. What was she looking for? Her skin chilled as she realized exactly what she sought. Ace. But his photo wasn’t on the wall. He was an employee of the resort, of course. These other people were no doubt part of Soleil Erotique. And what would she do if Ace were on the wall, anyway? Pay him four hundred in fake chips to lick her cunt? No fucking way. She’d die of embarrassment first.
“Damn, look at this stud,” Bailey was saying. “Michel. He’s French, of course, and those lips look like lethal weapons.”
Lisa darted her gaze to the photo Bailey was ogling. Michel was indeed a stud. Long black hair, dark eyes, a chiseled jaw line, and luscious full lips.
“Only four hundred in chips for him to go do
wn on you, Lis. You have that in your grubby little hands.”
Lisa couldn’t deny the thought intrigued her. But no way. “Why don’t you take him, Bay? He’s more your type, anyway.”
“You know I like blonds. Besides, I have something a little different in mind.”
“Like?”
“Promise you won’t freak out?”
“Uh, if I were going to freak out about this place, I think I would have done it by now. What are you talking about?”
“Elle.”
“What about her?”
“She’ll go down on a woman. I want to try it.”
Lisa jerked her head around.
“I think you just did a three-sixty like Linda Blair in The Exorcist,” Bailey said.
“Sorry. You want to do it with a woman?”
“No, I don’t want to do it with a woman. I want a woman to lick me. Down there. I’ve always wondered what it would be like. If it would feel different. Now’s my chance.”
Granted, Elle was beautiful. And blond, which was Bay’s preference. But… “You’re kidding, right? You want Elle over studly Michel?”