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

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Palais-Royal Reno

Monday December 4, 2017 Reno-Tahoe International Airport

What am I doing here?! I must be crazy! I’ve flown across the continent to a place I’ve never been, for a “blind date” with one of the richest men on earth. (If that’s really who he is?). I’ve agreed to be his slave for the duration of my visit! I’ve fantasized being a slave and being cruelly tortured. But never in real life!

How did I get myself into this? Why did I ever join that on-line community? What madness made me post my darkest dreams! Who screwed up and let Mark get my data?

As I collect my bag and walk to the valet area, I’m sweating. I’m so god-damned afraid!! What else…? Yes, I’m getting aroused.

A tall, good looking man in a black chauffeur’s uniform is standing with a sign “Kathy – Maritime.” I approach, he takes my bag and smiles, “I recognize you from your picture; it didn’t do you justice.”

“Come this way, Ms. I’m George. I’ll have you at the Palais Royal in 12 minutes.” I follow him out like a VIP. I see others watching. They are dressed as ordinary tourists, carrying their own bags. I wonder, do they think I’m a celebrity? Do they know I’m about to be a whore?

We come out the center entrance with “no parking” signs all around and a big pink stretch limo parked illegally at the curb with an airport security guard standing by. We’re going to get a ticket! What a way to start in Reno!

Instead the guard takes my bag from George, gives me a salute, and places it into the trunk. George opens the back door and offers his hand to help me in! I feel like the frigging Queen of England!

“There’s a note from Mark and a package on the seat. Relax and help yourself to the mini-bar if you wish.”

I open the envelope and grab a Jameson’s mini bottle. On elegant note stationary is a little handwritten message.

“Dear Kathy, I’m so glad you’re here. I am sure we will have a wonderful, special time together. Please change into the clothes in the bag. George can’t see, all the windows are private. Wear nothing else. Love, MR RG”

Wow! It’s happening. What am I doing here!!?? I drink the Irish in one gulp. I need more courage. I’m not a brave girl! I’m shy! I am so afraid!

I open the bag and I sweat some more. This is real!

Black 5-inch CFM heels! I wear flats! I don’t think I’ve ever worn 3-inch!

Tiny sheer white bikini panties. No bra!

Black stretch jeans the next size smaller than I wear. Whew!

The top, OMG! Pink, very short, very thin, (though not sheer – thank goodness), across the front, “Yes Daddy?”, across the back “I need discipline! Are you man enough?” with a bullwhip circling the words.

Mark had asked my measurements, but this seemed too small - barely more than panties!

I took off my jeans and panties and slipped on the new sheer panties. Wow, real silk, so soft and smooth. They seemed to caress my legs as I pulled them up. Once they were on, I still felt bare. My breath came tighter. Was this fear or excitement? The jeans slipped on easier than I expected because they were so stretchy. While they were small, they stretched to fit. They seemed to have a special fabric, like the panties, soft, shiny and tight. They hugged every inch of my hips and legs. None of my shape was hidden. That was not how I ever dressed in public (not in private for that matter).
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I had put off the top as long as possible. I unbuttoned my simple blouse and placed it in the bag and hurriedly put on the top. There was a small mirror in the corner of the back for adjusting makeup. I turned it to see myself and I almost fainted. The top was snug, but not tight. But even then, with its thinness, you could easily make out my nipples against the fabric. All this had made them very hard and they pressed against the top. The soft, textured fabric rubbed my nipples to greater excitement. At first the lower seam barely came below my areolas. After tugging it down, only the lower curves of my breasts showed. Only! I was getting panicky. My breath was coming in pants. I could feel sweat under my arms. My pussy was tingling. OMG!
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We pulled up under the Porte Cochère at the casino. Already! I look at my hair and makeup in the mirror. Somehow, I’m surprised its still the dignified, demure look I had put on earlier. I was ready to look like a tramp!

George comes and opens the door and gives me a hand out. “Go right in to the desk; they’re expecting you. I’ll have your bags sent to your room.”

Out of the privacy of the van, into the bright sunlight of Reno. Is everyone staring at me! They must be! I look like a whore!

I stumble at first; these heels are so damn high! I adjust somewhat by swinging my hips as I step, just what I need to do in the skin-tight jeans.

I come from a small town, on a sparsely populated island isolated from the rest of Canada. I dress nicely, but very conservative. I never show off my body! Here I am, a cheap slut! I’m so embarrassed. But, I’m not cheap. These clothes may be slutty but they are expensive. I’m entering a very classy casino, delivered by their exclusive limo! I feel a little pride. My arousal builds!

As I enter the lobby, I see a well-dressed man at the side, staring at me. He has a name-tag and looks important. I see another employee defer to him. He must be the manager, watching me arrive. I see his eyes on my nipples poking at the top. I pull it down again, with little success. As I pass him and turn to the desk, I catch him smiling at my butt, wiggling in the jeans atop the CFM heels. It looks like he’s going to give me a whistle. God, even a senior Manager like him sees me flaunting my body! I am so shamed! I am also getting hotter. Now I’m very wet. Thank God, the dark jeans won’t show a stain, yet!

As I approach the desk, the clerk smiles and greets my by name (too loudly for my taste). “Kathy {} you don’t need to check in. Mark is waiting for you. Just go to that last elevator and the concierge will help you.”

Another walk of shame across part of the lobby. A liveried concierge who must be 6’ 4” greets me and swipes a key card by the elevator. The door opens and he holds it for me.

“Just press A, and you’ll be there.”

I enter the elevator and see the control panel just has four buttons, A, B, C, and D (as well as fire etc.). I press A, the door closes and it raises rapidly. Looking around I see a door on all four sides. I turn to the one labeled “A” and face my fate! In much too short a time, the elevator stops and the door opens.
 
And now a treat for our friends across the pond.

Palais-Royal Reno

Tuesday December 5, 2017 Palace Casino Reno, Front Lobby John Marcum

I'm greeting Boris Strangehair Wilson this morning on his arrival, overnight from London. I always need to suppress a laugh when he enters a room with his comic-book hairdo. I need to stop thinking of the nickname the staff have given him. But then there’s always our President…I won’t go there!boris-johnson-and-donald-trump-640x480.png

Boris is accepted here more for power than money. Although I just heard he’s asking £30,000 a time for making after dinner speeches. It is his position as Secretary of State for Foreign and Commonwealth Affairs, as champion of the Brexit vote, and possible future Prime Minister, that gives him a warm welcome at Palais-Royal. His appearance and outrageous statements sometimes lead people to thinking he is a buffoon. However, an upper second-class degree in classics from Balliol College, Oxford in the 80’s is not a Gentleman’s “C”.

Reggie and I took Boris into the Petit Trianon, our private bar just off the entrance. One of our loveliest waitresses, Sandy, wearing something supposed to be circa Louis XV (but more like a glorified loincloth) took his drink order (claret) as his eyes seems to pop from his head.

We chatted about British politics and his visit tomorrow to the White House. The discussion came around to Harvey Weinstein. Boris asked me, as a professional in facilitating sexual encounters for the rich and famous, what I thought of the Hollywood moguls’ troubles.

I replied that we had never done any business with Harvey because he felt he could do it all himself. I said he had violated my principle for avoiding blowback from sexual affairs and that’s why he had come to a fall. Boris begged to know my principle. I replied, you must choose a sexual partner/victim from women who are in one of more of three groups: Those who want it (or want the money), those who have to do it and cannot go public (including those who can be threatened with violence), those who will not be able to say anything after - that I followed with a knowing wink.

We then asked Boris why Weinstein hadn’t yet lost his CBE. It was reported that it would happen any day. Boris laughed out loud.

“It took them six months after Mussolini declared war in Britain before they stripped him. When did the New York Times break this? Early October. I’ll bet you next October, he’ll still be an honorary Commander of the Order of the British Empire!”

After we all had a good laugh at the expense of Weinstein and the British honors system, we asked Boris is interests for his stay. He proved rather simple in his interests. He had three, young, brunette, and spanking. Reggie told him they’d be ready in 10 minutes (he meant it – he’d had a dozen standing by) and took Boris to his room.

We would have to introduce the holder of one of the Great Offices of State of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland
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I understood that Kathy would be leaving this afternoon. I arranged a parting swag bag and for George and the best limo for the run to the airport. I will go to the lobby this afternoon to watch her depart and see what shape she’s in. Later, I might stop by Peepers’ office and check out the tapes. She was really very good looking for an amateur.

Now I need to go to the office and confirm the preparations for Mr. Sing’s arrival.
 
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A new continuing character is introduced

Palais-Royal Reno

Wednesday Morning, December 6, 2017 Palace Casino Reno, CEO Office John Marcum

Boris had “bangers and mash” for dinner. With all the gourmet offerings here, that’s what he wanted. He did say they were the best he’d ever had. He thanked me for our hospitality and promised to return soon. We agreed that there were even more exciting activities available here. He made a passing comment to me that he had trouble with his ball and chain. I asked Reggie whether there had been an equipment failure. He burst out laughing. He said that was English slang for his wife.

When Mark left Yesterday, he complimented me on the service and gave us a check beyond his bill, by $50,000! Mr. Sing will be here in a few days and drop a ton at the tables.

Very good numbers last night. $15,000 over average win! Things couldn’t be better. Nothing was going to ruin my mood.



Then Jeff, my CFO walks in. His face tells me I’m going to lose that mood.

“Hey, Boss, we got a problem.”

“Shit. Tell me.”

“The agent from GCB* is here.”

“So, what’s the problem,” I said, a bit annoyed. Can’t anyone else around here handle things without me? “Put Christopher in his usual office and make sure the cocktail waitresses know to take care of him.”

“It isn’t Christopher,” Jeff said.

“What the fuck!” Did Haymaker tell you he was sending someone different?”

“No boss. She just walked in and announced herself.”

“She?”

“Yeah, boss. A real looker!”

I tapped the keyboard controlling the surveillance monitors on my desk. I can see everything anywhere in the casino. I can look up your butt on the john if I choose. (I rarely do!) There, waiting in Jeff’s office was a fantastic looking brunette! Switching between cams, I could see every inch of her. And every inch was worth it.

But I had no time now to ogle. This was serious!

“Go keep her busy. Get her coffee, get her lunch, Tell her about your latest fishing trip! Anything, just keep her there until I come over.”

Jeff hurried out while I asked Sandy to leave. The lovely redhead cocktail waitress got up off her knees. I tossed her a $10 chip as she left and blew her a kiss. Rearranging my pants, I punched the number of Haymaker at the GCB.

“Hello John, how ‘re you doing?” Steven answered with caller ID. He sounded half-way drunk. I looked at my watch, 10:42, par for the course.

“Don’t give me ‘how am I doing?’ Why the fuck is a new agent here! And why the fuck didn’t you let us know ahead!”

“Well, ah, I’m sorry John. Ya know sometimes things just slip? I was off on two ah…week vacation. Meant to tell you before, it got away, I am just here, was ah about to call…”

“Enough of your drunken rambling Steven! Why isn’t Christopher here?”

“Oh, I thought I told you about Chrisopher, he slurred his words.”

“No you didn’t,” I said coldly

“Yeah, well, Chrisopher had some kind of heart attack, three weeks back. He’s gonna be out a long time. Might never come back.”

“Does this girl know the score? Is she reliable?”

“Well, you see, John, I, I was gonna take care of this before, but, but.”

“Haymaker, stop! I don’t want to hear any more bullshit. You call this girl and get her right back to your office, immediately! You keep her there until you hear from me. Have her fill out health forms until they’re spilling on the floor, but keep her there.”

“Yes, Boss, er John,” he sounded little more sober.

I slammed the phone, and dialed Rick DeCarlo, my “friend” (I’ll explain later) at the Gaming Commission. You never waited to get news to Rick, especially bad news!

When you talk to Rick, only the essentials need be spoken. Quickly, he understood the problem and said he look into it.

I got up and walked next door to Jeff’s office. The new agent was just coming to the door. I shook hands and introduced myself. She was quite young for the job. She said her name was Eulalia, and apologized that she had to run back to her office for a little while. I gallantly excused her and promised to give her all the time she needed when she came back. She flashed me a friendly smile and turned to go. She really was an attractive girl, and her backside was almost better! She acted all professional,download.jpg
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* GCB, Standard abbreviation for the Nevada Gaming Control Board, founded in 1955 by the State Legislature to clean up gambling in the state. It is the agency which enforces the gaming regulations in the state and ensures proper collection of gaming taxes. The board by application to the GCC, is given virtually unchecked authority to reprimand, fine or even close a casino for violations.
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The Board operates under the direction of the Gaming Control Commission (GCC). It is a five-member board appointed by the Governor.
 
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The client is always right.

My Casino loves to have a potential Prime Minister as a friend. Especially now that we've given him some new spanking ideas!

Apparently he is quite useful with a Table Tennis bat ... although he might call it Ping Pong or even the original Whiff Whaff.
Did you know it was originally devised using a couple of cigar boxes and a champagne cork ...
 
Palais-Royal Reno

#11 Tuesday December 5, 2017 Palace Casino Reno, John Marcum

The layout of our casino.

There are three public entrances. Car, Taxi, and Limo (we don’t even think of having buses) drop off is on the South side under an Egyptian themed Porte Cochère which opens onto the Hotel Lobby. On the West side is the parking structure with elevators bringing guests to the intersection of the Hotel Lobby and the Casino Floor. On the East side are large double glass doors opening directly into the Casino frron the street.

Our casino floor has approximately 37,000 sq. ft. (.35 ha) of area, placing us only #11 in Reno. 2,500 of those are in the Race and Sports Book (sub-let to William Hill gaming). The floor has various slot and table game areas. We intentionally have fewer games per square foot than other casinos. We also have true high-limit areas (slots with minimum bet of $200 a pull; craps roulette and blackjack with only $1,000 and up chips. We tried baccarat, but the guest interest was too low.

Despite the small size and reduced density, our total win (a measure of profit – it gets complicated, I will try to explain another time) for our first full year in operation was 28% of the total for Reno where there are 21 unrestricted casinos. Double the second highest. Having regular players betting $25,000 a hand on blackjack does help!

I’ll tell you more about the Gaming floor operation another time, as well as our Players Club.

Within the floor are two circular bars. Well drinks (lowest level – house brand) are such as Johnny Walker Double Black, Jack Daniel’s Gentleman Jack, Absolut 100, etc. many premiums are stocked. Drinks are free; if you’re gaming here, you’re drinking free. If you're not gaming, you don't stay.

Surrounding the gaming floor are a snack bar and three restaurants. The snack bar has the standard, hot dogs, hamburgers, tacos, etc, but all premium. The restaurants are first class, with our French cuisine bistro having two Michelin Stars (third held until we have been open longer)

The Hotel Tower is the most conventional part of the property. Oon a room for room basis, ours are the best in town, larger, best appointed, more luxuries. However, for most guests, a room is just that, a room.

For those interested in our competition and the Reno Casino Market, the following link might be interesting. Remember, most of these are Harold and Maud from Wisconsin places.

https://gamboool.com/how-many-casinos-are-in-reno-nevada
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What is special and yields a substantial part of our profit, is the VIP floors.

The top floor of the Hotel Tower (20th) is devoted to four penthouse suites, each with direct access to the concierge elevator and a corner view. They range in size from D, the smallest at 3,700 sq. ft. (340 m2), to A, the largest at 7,400 sq. ft. (680 m2). The floor has 16 ft (4.9 m) ceilings with levels raising and falling throughout. Most of the outside walls are floor to ceiling glass with reflective coating and internal dimming control. Full wet bars (fully stocked), multiple large baths (including bidets), fully stocked mini kitchens and wine bars. Bedrooms range from 3 in D to 5 in A. Each suite has a fully equipped exercise room with multiple restraint devices as well as an extensive collection of weaponry. This can, of course, be supplemented at the guests’ request. Gourmet meals can be delivered from the special Kitchen on the 19th floor.

The 18th floor is divided into eight “mini” penthouses averaging 2,700 sq. ft. each.

On the 19th Floor is the Executive Dining room, I previously mentioned, as well as three other private dining rooms ranging from seating 6 to seating 12. All these have West or South mountain views. As mentioned, a full Kitchen is located on this floor with an extensive menu.

The rest of the 19th floor is made up of various themed game rooms. These include; a Moorish Seraglio, a Gothic Dungeon, a Scottish Castle, an Spanish Inquisition Room, Roman Crucifixion (sans nails*), a Gestapo (8 Prinz-Albrecht-Strasse) / NKVD (Lubyanka)** interrogation room, a South American Police torture room, and a Ultra-Modern Bondage Clubroom. Not only do these have extensive inventories of appropriate and period equipment, but large wardrobes of period costumes, both male and female.

As an example, here are the private dining room and dungeon area set up based on Dalhousie Castle, Edinburgh, Scotland
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Modern Clubhouse
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We hired our Dungeon Mistress, Miss Furie, from Glasgow.
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* Crucifixions, nails en plus, are available at substantial extra charge and only at a special, very scenic, off-site location. For information, call 1-800-OLD-CRUX (1-800-653-2789)

** We can quickly switch these themes. The interrogation rooms in the German and Russian locations were nearly identical. All we need to do to change is switching the insignias on the walls.
 
4 Messa budiness woman.jpg Mmmmmm ! Decidely , your casino is very attractive ! I'm thinking that a nice vacancies'week could be very unbending for me !
I've, at the moment , so much business with my Premium French Crucifixion Wood that I'm a little exhausted ....
Untitled.png And this miss Furie certainly deserves that I could meet her , no doubt !:rolleyes:


PS : by the way, do you know all the virtues of my Premium French Crucifixion Wood ? :D
 
Decidely , your casino is very attractive !
Thank you for your kind words.
And this miss Furie certainly deserves that I could meet her , no doubt !:rolleyes:
Further information demonstrating that we hire only the best:

https://www.dailyrecord.co.uk/news/scottish-news/putting-kink-curriculum-dominatrix-teaches-10800737



PS : by the way, do you know all the virtues of my Premium French Crucifixion Wood ? :D
No I do not. I will have our Building Engineer contact you. We will be needing some Premium Wood in March in Napa for a "special event". As mentioned above, this will be one of our nails en plus events. Does your wood accept crucifixion spikes without splitting? We have run into some problems with this in the past, and this client is a very demanding Italian. Price will NOT be an issue.
 
Does your wood accept crucifixion spikes without splitting?
6 Messa business woman (2).jpg Of course ! My wood is a Premium quality , coming from my best french forest and it's from oaks that my grand-pa was planting for that I could use of it ! It's not Arkansas'pine !!! :D
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... and I hardly work to obtain this result ...

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