’ Scott was the most self-assured guy I’d ever met. He absolutely oozed charm and confidence but also gave the impression that he had a dark and m...nacing side too…exactly what turned me on in a man. When the blonde girl was voted out Scott shook his head. ‘Shit…I like her.’ ‘What’s special about her?’ I slurred. ‘I like curly blondes and she looks dirty with it.’ He grinned at me. ‘Is that what you look for in a woman?’ Julia asked him. ‘Not always.’ He nonchalantly replied. ‘So, what do you. When she came, it startled me, mainly because it was the first real sound I could easily hear. Obviously loud enough to have made it's way through the glass doors to me. The thing was, I jumped a little in surprise, lost my balance, and toppled over sideways off the step into the bushes off to one side of the door. I rolled, jumping up, and sprinted off like a man possessed easily clearing the fence separating our two yards from one another. Hunched down on the other side, I peered through one. " Is this your first time at the Bellagio Mr. Young?" the man asked."Actually yes it is." Due to the amount you deposited in your Bellagio account the Cashier assumed that you might be interested in the high stakes games available to our more exclusive guests. Is this your desire?" Mr. Rensler asked Dale being sure to keep his voice at a level where only Dale and the Cashier could hear him."It is indeed," Dale replied with a smile."I'd be happy to escort you there and provide any assistance you. Nervous as I've ever been, but a head full of wine based confidence, I said leave the room first. Sean obliged and I started to strip. I felt like I was going to have a panic attack. My chest was pounding and my stomach felt full off butterflies. my head was spinning. But that might have been the wine. Id seen enough movies and porn to pretty much know how to put on a basque, and how to attach the stockings. I still caught the stockings though and tore the littlest off holes. I wonder if she.