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Palais-Royal Reno - A Study in the Modern Gaming Business

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December 19, 2017, Palais Royal Reno

Early the next morning, Jill slipped quietly out of the bed. Leaving the two French girls lovingly entwined, she put on her dress and departed soundlessly. She smiled, riding the elevator down to her floor to recall the night of passion with the visitors. The Silicon Avengers would have a delectable treat in those two, she thought. Exiting for her room, she reminded herself to call Marcum and report on his guests.

Much later in the morning, Judith stirred. She rolled over and spooned her lover in the expansive bed. She wrapped her arms around the blonde and stroked her soft breasts with one hand as the other slid gently down her belly. Nuzzling in, she kissed and licked the back of Messalina’s neck.

Of course, the other girl was soon fully awake and partially aroused by her partner's attention. At first, she just enjoyed the attention. Soon she was moaning with the heat as Judith stoked her passion. She reached around with one hand and squeezed the other's part, rounded buttocks. After another minute, she turned slowly in the embrace to face her lover and engage a deep, wet kiss.

Even with the long flight from France and the energetic threesome early in the morning with Jill, the girls were soon fully aroused and moaning with mutual pleasure. Jill had proved every bit as erotic an addition as they had hoped. Her ass, which had looked so good in her tight dress, was even more delectable after she'd stripped and joined the two French girls in the shower. While Jill strove to please her guests, the two took to her body like ravenous wolves, driving her to peaks of passion. Soon, she was screaming with an earth-shaking climax!

But now, it was just these two. They leisurely employed all of their familiar techniques on each other, and slowly each moved to a satisfying orgasm. Afterward, Judith and Messa lay side-by-side, breasts rising and falling rapidly with deep breaths from the pleasurable exertion.

 
December 19, 2017, Palais Royal Reno

After a long, languid recovery in bed, the girls finally arose. As Messa opened the remote-controlled curtain, the view presented took her breath away.
" Oh, viens voir, Judith! C'est comme si nous étions dans les Alpes," she cried to her partner. The midday sun caused the frosted foothills and peaks of the Carson range to glow dazzlingly white.
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The pair revisited the walk-in shower. Now, partially satiated with sexual activity, the mutual shower wasn't a wholly sensual experience. But with the large facility and the action of the last twelve hours, the two frolicked in the multiple jets like little girls, playing around and laughing hysterically.
After dressing, they rode the elevator down to the lobby and headed toward the casino. Halfway across the rich space, they were met by Jill and a large, handsome male security guard.

"Good morning, Ladies," said Jill. "Though more properly, Good Afternoon. I hope you are well-rested."
“Oh yes,” said Judith with a wink. “We wanted to check out the casino before we get down to our other business.”
“That will be fine. The affair with the Silicon Avengers is scheduled for eight this evening. Mr. Marcum would like to see you, Judith, in his office in an hour to discuss the arrangements. He thought that would allow the two of you to agree on the exact nature of the ‘entertainment’ while keeping the details as a surprise for Messa.”
“That would be most satisfactory,” replied Judith. “I take responsibility for Messa’s well being while we are here. She enjoys being pushed to her limits, and even a bit beyond, and she trusts me completely in that.”
Messalina smiled and took Judith’s arm and gave her a hug. "Je fais totalement confiance à Judith, elle est ma maîtresse adorée."
 
December 19, 2017, Palais Royal Reno

Judith and Messaline enjoyed the multiple pleasures of the Casino for the next hour while Jill hosted them, and the rugged and handsome guard hovered close by, providing a sense of total security. It turned out that his name, to the delight of the girls, was Pierre Turbet. He was from Montreal, Canada, and spoke Français Québécois. While the dialect was strange sounding to the girls, they appreciated the ease of communication.

After about an hour, Jill excused herself to meet with John Marcum. She confidently left Messaline in the capable hands of Jill. She did warn Messa to cool her flirting with Turbet. The girl had taken to playfully squeezing his huge arm-muscles and rubbing her body against his. While the man seemed controlled, Judith worried that Messa might get him in trouble.
 
CEO’s Office, John Marcum

I was having a pleasant talk with Sally Musk, president of the Silicon Avengers, when my secretary ushered Judith into the office. As I rose to greet her, I was again impressed by the cool assurance and carriage of the French beauty. Though without Messaline's spectacular charms, Judith exuded a sensual earthiness and calm self-control that aroused instant lust in me. Sally rose to be introduced, and I could see she, too, was affected by the French girl's charms. After greetings and introductions, we sat down, and I outlined the purpose of our meeting.

Sally then recounted the founding, three years earlier, of the Silicon Avengers. A group of spurned but fabulously wealthy ex-wives of Silicon Valley Billionaires formed a social group, united by hatred of their ex's and even more of the young sluts who had lured them away from their first wives once unbelievable wealth came their way. The women met for monthly lunches at the best restaurants and dished the dirt on the men who had betrayed them (though they were all well compensated for the betrayal). At one meeting, the idea came up to use their wealth to exact revenge on the women who had displaced them. They batted it around, but soon it was apparent that it was utterly impractical. The objects of their hatred were well guarded. And, even if they could be gotten at, the power of them and their husbands was more than enough to obtain swift revenge, legal or otherwise.
 
As I rose to greet her, I was again impressed by the cool assurance and carriage of the French beauty. Though without Messaline's spectacular charms, Judith exuded a sensual earthiness and calm self-control that aroused instant lust in me. Sally rose to be introduced, and I could see she, too, was affected by the French girl's charms.
 

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However, Sally explained, they still wanted to hurt some pretty young thing while imagining it was that bimbo living with the former husband. They had started by hiring prostitutes but quickly tired of the slutty hags that were easy to find. Through a mutual acquaintance, Sally had been put in touch with me, and the Palais Royal Reno had become the place and procurer for their pleasures. We supplied up-scale pretty and innocent-looking victims, made up of call girls and masochistic young women.

When Sally finished her history, I took up the narrative. As our Casino was looking for better wood for some “special” punishments devised for one of our better patrons, we had come into contact with Messalina and her French vintage crucifixion wood. When we were discussing the purchase, Messalina volunteered how excited she would be to help our work. She stated that she, herself was a “whip addict.” That confession caused my ears to perk up. As we talked further, I told her of the Silicon Avengers. Messalina said that being whipped and abused by a group of angry women was a secret fantasy of hers. After checking with Sally, I arranged for Messaline to come to Reno to be their next victim (with a chaperone/protector in Judith).
 
... Messalina said that being whipped and abused by a group of angry women was a secret fantasy of hers...
Mmmmmmmmmm ! When I hear the whip'appeal, soon, I imagine this leather'lash streaking my tender flesh of its red marks, bringing me to a deep sensation of an animal status, a sensation that I wish that it never ends excepted into a huge ecstasy making my body in trance, into a final wish : if it could be never finished !
 
Alas, like you can see, PrPr has never continued this story and I do avoid that I was angry about that ... I was so much on the back burner that I had, in PM, some bad words towards him : I apologize for that ...
Later, we returned to better relations but he said to me that he was rather to much occupied to work on this story and that perhaps he could work again on it a day, or perhaps even not ...
Then, viewing what it happened, this story will never be ended, or , if I've myself more time, I could try to finish it, of course less well done but it could be a challenge to his memory ...
In losing this man, we lost a great man ...

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