Psych Me Out
Dreamy627
romance
romance
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Stella Lockhart is a beautiful girl who often got made fun of through her childhood for her darker tastes in things. Her parents were addicts of sorts and people picked at her forc...21. Lucky
Adrian Walsh
I parked at the casino.
I moved her feet back to the floor as I got out and opened the door for her.
"Thank you." She smiled.
She held onto my fingers as we walked to the entrance.
She showed her ID as did I and we went inside.
"It's beautiful." She murmured and I pulled her to stand beside me.
I released her hand, my arm around her waist as we went to the bar.
"What can I get you both?"
"Water." I answered for myself.
"Uhmmm a tequila sunrise?" She asked unsure if they had the materials to make it but she nodded.
"Name?"
"Adrian." I handed her my card and she slid it, creating a tab for me.
She got me a bottle of water and she got her drink.
I let my arm come around her waist as I led her to a basic lottery machine.
I had her sit and showed her how to do it.
I put in $500 cash at the counter and she started.
I was good at gambling. The rest except Micah sucked ass.
But her luck was good so far.
I pet her hair and she hummed.
"Hold my drink?" She offered it to me and I held it.
I watched her lose some before she gained a half grand on top of the money I put in.
"Good job, darling." I raked my fingers through her curls and she smiled as she hit the button and got the jackpot of $5000.
"Holy shit." I whispered.
"What now?" She asked.
"Hit this and a paper will print out."
She did and she got the small ticket that said how much cash she won.
"Good, now we turn that in at the end of the night and they'll give you that in cash."
"Cash! That's a lot!"
"You can buy a lot-"
"No, this is your money."
"You won it."
"You put it in."
"It's yours." I gritted.
She frowned.
"Thank you. Onto the next." I sighed and showed her around, let her try what she wanted, she won a few more hundred dollars on other chance machines before looking at me.
"Hungry, Stella?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"Let's go." I took her to the counter and she got stacks of cash counted in front of her.
I made sure they counted them twice and gave her the right amount down to the last cent.
She got a plastic bag to put it in and she did, tying it and handing it to me.
"I trust you'll have a better chance at keeping this safe than I would."
I nodded and held it, handing her, her drink.
Then I led her to the restaurant part of the casino and we immediately got seated.
I pulled out her chair and she sat as I scooted it in.
I sat across from her.
"Pull up your top a bit." I murmured and she looked down, pulling it upward and I cursed with how her tits bounced as she did it. So fucking soft, so pale and porcelain.
That fucking woman was gonna be the death of me.
"Talk to me." I said and she put her chin on her fist, elbow on the table.
"About?"
"Anything. Tell me about this Pete man." I rubbed my hands over my slacks before crossing my arms over my chest.
"Hello, I'm Jamie, I'll be your waitress for the night, what can I get you two?"
"Water for me, a strawberry lemonade for her." I answered with my eyes on Stella the whole time.
"Oh, is that alright for you ma'am?" She stumbled over her words while looking at Stella.
Her eyes nervously found mine.
"It is. Thank you." She nodded.
"I'll be back."
"Why a lemonade?"
"Drink when you're not looking like every man's dream woman. Drink with us. Not in a place like this." I explained.
"Okay."
"Pete?"
"Oh!" She began telling me about him.
I listened, admiring her ability to advocate for herself when she was younger.
Especially since her parents were addicts and everyone she grew up with knew.
She came here, searching for a job that'll accept her at 17.
Pete came across her.
It was illegal for her to bartend but she could be a server.
At 18, she needed more money.
He let her illegally serve alcohol but her income increased so much she could support herself and not penny pinch.
Tried dating.
Pete warned her about him.
She developed poor eating habits.
After a year and a half of his abuse he fed her a large meal whenever she worked to help her gain weight and be healthy again.
"Did anything that boy do affect you in a relationship? Is there anything we should be careful of?" I asked.
She chewed her lip.
"Stop it."
She did.
She leaned forward.
"I like degrading. I think I do. It sounds real nice, and he'd do it, but he meant what he said outside of sex as well and I literally felt like scum on the bottom of his shoe. I don't want to feel that way ever again." She murmured.
I nodded.
The girl came with our drinks.
We ordered our food and she left.
I placed my hands on the table, palm up.
She placed her hands in mine.
"We believe in aftercare. Foreplay. Praise mixed with the degrading. You'll never be anything but important to us. Alright, my darling?"
"Thank you."
I nodded.
"I promise." I whispered.
She smiled at me.