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Halloween 2012 (conclusion)  

SubMonique101 68T
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1/9/2021 2:59 pm
Halloween 2012 (conclusion)


I recognized that voice, but I had not noticed him sitting back in the corner of the room. Mr. Fred rose up from the shadows and approached sayomg, "We've got the upstairs covered. After Paul told the crowd about the accident a couple of the guests volunteered to be waitress' to help us out. Gotta love women when they are dressed as slutty French Maids." Now having him closer than I felt comfortable with Mr. Fred continued, "I bet you would look good dressed up in a sexy French Maids uniform. Think you would like to perform that role around this mansion? So don't worry your pretty little head about anything except fulfilling your obligation.

I settled into my new responsibilities and began mixing drinks behind the bar. There was very little light to work with as I attempted to find the bottles I needed to make the orders. I was noticeably frustrated with the working conditions as one of the men broke away from the action. He was very tall and dressed like MacArther smoking his iconic pipe, "Isn't it kinda tough seeing anything with those sunglasses on?" He motioned for me to hand them over to him, "It's the one thing missing from my costume." He slipped them on and turned to return to the table while I was left standing there fully exposed as Kate.

Drinks and wagers continued to bring the men howls of laughter as the dice were rolled. And with it, the propositions of Katie became a bit more forward as I served their needs. The bar area had been my safety zone, but now that I was being followed over to it every time and by several of the most forward men. Eventually I gravitated back the craps table where I became the next rollers gangster moll.

The very first roll came seven and everybody playing the pass line cheered, "Okay, that's better. Let's see if you can do that again with your magic mouth." Playing along with his little mind game, I leaned over slightly exposing my small cleavage and winked at the men as I seductively blew on the dice the man was holding. Once again he rolled and the dice came seven and the line was paid again, "Hey Fred. You were right. This slut has got a magic mouth for blowing." Again everybody laughed and Mr. Fred nodding approvingly and returned the small group in the corner. This went for about an hour as I was called over the table several times apply my special touch to the action...and I was loving of the attention these men were giving Kate.

A pirate eventually tossed me a few chips and said I should get in on the action, "As lucky as you have been tonight you could easily triple your stack of chips." I paused to be sure I had the approval of Mr. Fred to get in on the action, "Employees are not suppose to get involved, but I will drop that rule just this one time since the house is ahead for the night." I placed the pirates chips on the pass line before reaching into my waitress pouch and lined up a stack of my own chips in the groove of the table. All I was thinking was that I could just play along, make some extra money on the side and be a little bit more sociable. The pit boss made the comment of, "Nice rack. You've been having a very good night."

After awhile of attempting hide my identity I finally came out of my shell get completely in the gambling. What immediately struck me was watching the large amount of being exchanged for a stack of chips. I saw a couple hundred dollars get slipped into the slot in the craps table, that possibly matched the stack of chips in front of me. There was hardly ever a roll that didn't have major action on the board as it still appeared that as always the 'house' was mostly winning. An older gentleman dressed as a king motioned Kate over his side, "I need some luck. Blow on the dice for me Katie-." I could feel my face blush as everybody laughed at the comment and it's double meaning.

It wasn't long I was feeling like one of the guests and not an employee, but when I saw the look on Mr. Fred's face I knew I had probably pushed it as close the line without facing major ramifications. He pulled a lit joint from an ash tray and offered me a . Not wanting piss him off any further I took a deep and held it, "Take another because with this group it won't last long." The Grim Reaper agreed, "That's the truth. Is that your special blend?" Mr. Fred just nodded and was offered a , "Uh, no thanks. I'm not into pot laced with angel dust." Those words stuck in my head as the room slowly started to spin. and the shooter crapped out with most of my chips covering of the numbers. As I watched my winnings disappear into the houses stack I was left with only one red chip, "Next time you'll know your place and not cross the line."

Later I woke laying a couch in the living room. of the guests had already departed and the clean crew was hard at work. As I sat Mr. Paul joined the couch, "Pretty wild party huh?" It was quite a bit hazy as he told of his upcoming plans, "It's regrettable that we are moving our operations overseas for months. It's just something we like do stay ahead of the law." He handed an envelope full of and explained the breakdown of my , "So that's one fifty for the photographer assignment. hundred more for our sexy waitress, and a bonus of five hundred for showing off Kate." I couldn't believe my luck, "Now how many chips did you collect during the night." I looked in my pouch and found it empty, ", that's unfortunate because one of the French Maid waitress' collected over a thousand dollars in just a couple hours."

He then stood up and led the front door where a van was waiting take back the parking structure. He picked a package next the entrance and handed it , "That's your photographer costume." It stopped me in my tracks, "I'm not going home dressed like this." Mr. Paul gave me a long hug and talked softly in my ear, "Think of your car hop outfit as a personal bonus from me. Be sure to keep your schedule open for March th, it should be wild."

As the van door slid shut and the blindfold was placed over my eyes I could only imagine how the next auction would change Kate. It wasn't until I was dropped off and my car was brought up to the entrance that I looked down at my high heels and saw the little heart shaped locks were still attached on my shoes, As I stared down wondering just how I would get those off the valet handed me a small key as I got in my car, "You might need that, although I'm not sure how you are going to explain the rest of it when your<b> neighbors </font></b>see you dressed like that." He then handed me a short note from Mary that had a phone number on it and a brief message, 'Let's meet up for dinner sometime before the next auction. I want to hear all about your first night as Katherine. You looked pretty out of it when I left the mansion.'

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