What was it about human attraction, Amanda Sutton thought as she sat opposite Alex Cleland, gazing into his eyes...but only because he was gazing so deeply in to hers.
Men had two types of physiques, she mused to herself. (Well, people did, but she was only interested in men's physiques!)
They were either square or rectangular - square faces or long narrow faces, square bodies or long, slender bodies. Like... like William Shatner's Captain Kirk and Leonard Nimoy's Mr. Spock. Although that TV show was over 40 years old, it still had an enormous following - of which she was one. And so she knew that many women liked the slenderness of Mr. Spock, whereas she had never found that look attractive. Wlliam Shatner's Captain Kirk, on the other hand...whoah baby!
And Alex Cleland definitely had a Captain Kirk type of face, and body. Well muscled, well taken care of...and his face...everything in just the right proportion, very handsome.
Alex Cleland, for his part, was fascinated by women who were tall, with small breasts and slender hips, with the musculature of a lifelong athlete, topped by a beautiful face. But it was always the body that first attracted him...
"I wonder," he said aloud, "If you, and your sisters, and of course Mr. Wade, would care to dine with me on my yacht one evening soon."
Saturday, June 18, 2011
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Monday, June 6, 2011
The Gambler
The Palau casino could not compare to the sumptuous casinos such as that of Monte Carlo, or those on the Las Vegas strip, but the gamblers were serious about having their fun. Most people were playing the slot machines - games that required no skill whatsoever. A smaller percentage were playing blackjack, and some were playing baccarat. A few were playing roulette.
The three Sutton girls were not gamblers...they had spent too long wandering around the casino at Bimini, watching people lose money, or if they did win...giving it all back within the space of a few hours. Nevertheless it was fun to watch the gamblers themselves - to see how they disported themselves among the gaming tables.
Amanda, the eldest sister, nodded her head at the roulette table. "I"m going to stick around here for a while," she said.
The twins, Stacy and Chelsea, nodded back and continued meandering along.
The roulette table was not a computer game, but rather featured a live croupier, and a secondary individual with a long rake-type instrument, which he used to rake the chips off the betting table after every spin.
There were six seats around the table, and each of the six had different colored chips. After each player placed their bets, the croupier behind the table spun the wheel, and a white ivory ball spun around the wheel, and spun and spun, until finally settling into one of 37 slots (for it was a European roulette wheel - numbers from one to 36, and one green slot, the single 0. If the ball fell into the single zero, anyone who had bet on red or black, or odd or even, would lose, as well as those who bet only one the numbers.)
Amanda snagged a coke from a passing waitress, and watched play for a while. At one point in her life, when she'd been a few years younger, she'd found such gamblers to be somewhat sexy...well, the male gamblers, anyway! Like the men of old, chancing their life on a card...but all that had been in the fiction she'd seen - the movies like Casino Royale and the TV shows like The Gambler, but in real life she had seen far too many men lose fortunes at these tables, and their mere presence as gamblers only served to de-sexify them in her eyes. (Amanda smiled inwardly at this. Well, it was Stacy who was the writer, not her! Besides, de-sexify might be a word...)
Except...that guy had quite a few chips in front of him. He seemed to be doing very well.
The guy in question was dressed in a dark purple shirt and black slacks, and appeared to be in his early forties, although his hair was already silver. It set off the bronze of his square face quite well.
He seemed to be playing mostly red and black, betting only one chip on each. But occasionally he'd bet on another number - usually the reverse of a number that hit, such as 23 after 32, or 31 after 13, and vice versa. Occasionally it worked, and it was working now. He placed a couple of ten dollar chips on 31, and she watched as the little ivory ball spun around and landed in... 31.
"Leave," she advised him silently. "Leave now."
To her surprise, he looked up at her as if he knew what she was thinking. He looked down at the pile of chips in front of him - he'd won $720 - and then he actually stood up and picked up the chips.
He was walking away from the table a winner!
Now that was sexy!
She waited a few seconds for him to get well away from the pit area, and then she headed in the same direction. She wasn't following him, she was going to join her sisters.
But as she watched his back, as she walked, he suddenly stopped and turned, and waited for her.
"Good evening," he said to her, with a British accent.
"Oh...good evening," she responded, with a smile.
"May I buy you a drink?"
Amanda stared at him. Although she knew she was attractive - a girl couldn't get to be even 18 years old without learning whether boys found her attractive or not - and she was 26 - she had never been approached in quite this way.
"No, thank you," she said. "I'm here with friends."
"You're here with your sisters," he said. "And with a man named Robert Wade."
Amanda looked at him warily now.
"Yes, how did you know that?"
He only smiled. "Please. Let me buy you a drink. Then I'll explain."
Amanda was curious. She was also no fool. She'd let him buy her a drink, and watch very carefully so that only the bartender touched the drink before handing it to her.
"Thank you," she said graciously.
He smiled again, showing strong, white teeth. "This way," he said, and placing a hand lightly above her elbow, escorted her through the room to the bar.
The three Sutton girls were not gamblers...they had spent too long wandering around the casino at Bimini, watching people lose money, or if they did win...giving it all back within the space of a few hours. Nevertheless it was fun to watch the gamblers themselves - to see how they disported themselves among the gaming tables.
Amanda, the eldest sister, nodded her head at the roulette table. "I"m going to stick around here for a while," she said.
The twins, Stacy and Chelsea, nodded back and continued meandering along.
The roulette table was not a computer game, but rather featured a live croupier, and a secondary individual with a long rake-type instrument, which he used to rake the chips off the betting table after every spin.
There were six seats around the table, and each of the six had different colored chips. After each player placed their bets, the croupier behind the table spun the wheel, and a white ivory ball spun around the wheel, and spun and spun, until finally settling into one of 37 slots (for it was a European roulette wheel - numbers from one to 36, and one green slot, the single 0. If the ball fell into the single zero, anyone who had bet on red or black, or odd or even, would lose, as well as those who bet only one the numbers.)
Amanda snagged a coke from a passing waitress, and watched play for a while. At one point in her life, when she'd been a few years younger, she'd found such gamblers to be somewhat sexy...well, the male gamblers, anyway! Like the men of old, chancing their life on a card...but all that had been in the fiction she'd seen - the movies like Casino Royale and the TV shows like The Gambler, but in real life she had seen far too many men lose fortunes at these tables, and their mere presence as gamblers only served to de-sexify them in her eyes. (Amanda smiled inwardly at this. Well, it was Stacy who was the writer, not her! Besides, de-sexify might be a word...)
Except...that guy had quite a few chips in front of him. He seemed to be doing very well.
The guy in question was dressed in a dark purple shirt and black slacks, and appeared to be in his early forties, although his hair was already silver. It set off the bronze of his square face quite well.
He seemed to be playing mostly red and black, betting only one chip on each. But occasionally he'd bet on another number - usually the reverse of a number that hit, such as 23 after 32, or 31 after 13, and vice versa. Occasionally it worked, and it was working now. He placed a couple of ten dollar chips on 31, and she watched as the little ivory ball spun around and landed in... 31.
"Leave," she advised him silently. "Leave now."
To her surprise, he looked up at her as if he knew what she was thinking. He looked down at the pile of chips in front of him - he'd won $720 - and then he actually stood up and picked up the chips.
He was walking away from the table a winner!
Now that was sexy!
She waited a few seconds for him to get well away from the pit area, and then she headed in the same direction. She wasn't following him, she was going to join her sisters.
But as she watched his back, as she walked, he suddenly stopped and turned, and waited for her.
"Good evening," he said to her, with a British accent.
"Oh...good evening," she responded, with a smile.
"May I buy you a drink?"
Amanda stared at him. Although she knew she was attractive - a girl couldn't get to be even 18 years old without learning whether boys found her attractive or not - and she was 26 - she had never been approached in quite this way.
"No, thank you," she said. "I'm here with friends."
"You're here with your sisters," he said. "And with a man named Robert Wade."
Amanda looked at him warily now.
"Yes, how did you know that?"
He only smiled. "Please. Let me buy you a drink. Then I'll explain."
Amanda was curious. She was also no fool. She'd let him buy her a drink, and watch very carefully so that only the bartender touched the drink before handing it to her.
"Thank you," she said graciously.
He smiled again, showing strong, white teeth. "This way," he said, and placing a hand lightly above her elbow, escorted her through the room to the bar.
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