A-Cup Angst Ch. 03

Jamie woke up and stretched his arms, groaning at the memory of the previous night. Steps came closer to him and Helena said, "Oh, good, you're awake. Come see to Rose, please!" Jamie sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Hearing Rose moan in orgasm seemed like just what the doctor ordered. He rolled out of bed and cast his glance about. Where were his clothes? He shrugged and walked naked to the living room. The girls were seated at the table, wearing robes, and enjoying a full english breakfast. Helena shook her finger at Rose. "She woke up first and sent all of our clothing to be washed."

"What," asked Jamie, "everything?"

All the girls nodded and Rose imperiously declared, "Everything was dirty! It'll all be done by noon, anyhow."

Jamie nodded and sat down at the table. The chair's cushion felt uncomfortable on his bare skin, so he stood back up. "Get me a robe," he ordered Rose. She stood up and walked to the closet and brought one over to him. Jamie noted the jealous expression on Helena's face and smirked. His stomach growled. "What's on the menu?"

Around ten a.m., they were all fed and sitting around the empty table. Room service had come and taken away the dishes. The girls were eyeing him hungrily. He told himself that he should take the time to teach Rose and Sandra how to read auras like him. He told himself he would need time to teach them poker, but all his brain would think of was sex. "Well," Jamie broke the silence, "I guess we have nothing to do for the next two hours, or so. Robes off! Let's fuck!" The girls giggled in delight.

He was hard as soon as Sonya knelt before him and began to squeeze his cock. He used his magic to maintain his erection and sat down on the couch. The girls gathered around him and began to worship his body with their hands. Helena massaged his scalp and upper back, Sandra and Rose caressed the insides of his thighs and licked his nipples while Sonya frantically swallowed his cock over and over again. After he came down her constricting throat, he ordered her to drool all over his shaft. Sonya all but retched to cover his manhood with as much slime as she could. He ordered Rose to lower herself on his shaft, anus first. Her face was a sight to see, all bunched up in concentration, half way between ecstasy and agony. She rode him until he came a second time. Then he ordered Helena to clean him with her tongue. He ordered the rest of the girls to cover Sandra's tits with spittle. Each of the trio stuck a finger into the other two girls' mouths, so each girl drooled around two fingers in her mouth. They gathered up their saliva and slathered Sandra's tits with it.

When her tits were glistening and saliva was running down her belly, he pushed her down on the couch and rose up above her. He lowered his cock between her breasts and she squeezed them around him. He fucked between the fleshy mounds, enjoying the slimy heat, until he came, spurting his hot, white goo all over Sandra's neck, giving her a pearl necklace. He gestured at it and Sonya swooped in to lick it all up. Jamie sat back down on the couch and was briefly tempted to cast the spell for a massive orgasm. He decided against it, there was much to do and that would leave him unconscious with pleasure. A series of smaller orgasms would do him just fine. He gestured to his, once again hard, shaft and said, "Have at it, girls!"

The girls took turns riding his erect cock. They rode him, using their pussies or asses to bring him close to orgasm, and then they'd jump up and let one of the other girls finish him off with her mouth. The girl that finished him, mounted him next. Jamie just sat there and came, time and again. His vision was filled with bouncing tits being grasped by feminine hands, and his ears were full of orgasmic cries.

A little after one p.m., their clothes arrived. They were all exhausted by then and even Sonya had stopped. They barely had the strength to put their robes back on and answer the door. After a hardy lunch was delivered to their suite and consumed, they freshened up and dressed. "Ok, gals," said Jamie, "here are the assignments du jour. Helena, take Sonya and go get yourselves some very revealing and distracting outfits! Think slutty, but not whore-y. Sonya, you obey Helena's orders! And buy us some pre-paid cellphones!" The two girls nodded and left, taking a thousand dollars from Jamie. He addressed Sandra and Rose. "Now, you two sit down at the table. I need to teach you to read auras and then we'll have a lesson in the basics of poker."

Jamie had feared it would take him a long time to explain things to them, but the girls were eager to learn and accepted his instructions readily. In no time at all, they mastered the art of reading a person's aura. Poker lessons were even easier, as both girls had a firm grasp on probability theory, and he felt a bit like a dick for forgetting that Sandra had been a mathlete. They wound up playing quite a few hands of poker until the tall slaves returned, toting bags and small boxes. Jamie and the girls then agreed upon a series of discreet distress signals. The girls went to the master bedroom, and its lighted vanity mirrors, to do up their hair, costumes and makeup. Jamie was left with nothing to do for the better part of an hour. He clicked through all the channels on the TV, surfed the web on his smartphone, but mostly yelled for the girls to hurry up. When they finally finished, they paraded before him.

His jaw dropped.

Jamie stepped out of the cab in front of the casino. It was one of the biggest and most famous in Las Vegas and Jamie figured it as a good place to drain some money from. He helped Helena and Sonya exit the cab and paid the fare. The girls took one of his offered arms each and strode through the lobby in step with him. Everyone turned to look at them. Helena and Sonya had impeccably teased hair and expertly applied makeup, but few people noticed that. The girls wore spaghetti-strapped dresses that came down to mid thigh and left most of their backs completely bare. The thin straps widened as they went lower and managed to cover their nipples, quite admirably, whilst leaving the sides of their boobs exposed, as well as their prodigious cleavage. By the time the dresses hit their waist, they were decently wrapped around all of their form. A series of small cut outs ran down the sides of the dresses from just above hip height to the hem at mid thigh. They revealed bare flesh beneath and were spaced at such a distance that no one could tell if the girls were completely naked under the dresses, or if a super narrow panty strap was hidden between the holes.

Jamie feared an arrest for indecent exposure, no matter how hard Helena tried to assuage his fears.

Passing the slot machines near the exits, Jamie was amused to see that everyone's auras, regardless of age, race or gender, were similar. All the players oscillated between an intense expectation and a short, but sharp, disappointment. When they passed them, Jamie stopped in stunned disbelief. He could perceive the aura of exactly no one that sat at the green felt tables, regardless of what game they played. He gaped openly and ignored the girls' worried inquiries. One player's aura lit up in Jamie's field of vision and he focused on it. The woman reeked of disappointment and denial. She then downed her drink and her aura flashed of anger. She pointed accusingly at the dealer, yelled for a bit, and then stalked off. An elderly man rushed, as fast as he could, to take up her place. Jamie could see his high hopes and felt the man desperately needed a win, but as soon as his chips touched the felt, his aura shorted out of Jamie's vision.

"Holy motherfucking shit," softly exclaimed a panicked Jamie. "This place is warded against reading!" The girls gaped around, unseeing, and Jamie guided them fast towards the exit. Out on the sidewalk, they called Sandra and Rose, who were to stagger their arrival to the casino, and had them come over at once. They went in and confirmed Jamie's findings. Jamie couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that casinos were warded against magical eavesdropping. Coupled with what little Helena had known about the government's covert magical enforcement department, it drew the rug right out from under his feet. Apparently, magic was everywhere, and nobody knew about it. "How could this be," he kept asking himself. He was starting to get glimpses of the real world and it was turning out to be nothing like he grew up thinking it was. He was completely bereft of his bearings. His fists tightened. He was not going to just give up.

"Ok," said Helena, "what do we do now?" She was trying to get Jamie to master his panic at seeing his plans come to naught. He was ignoring her smiles and tender touch on his back.

"This way," Jamie spoke up and led them down the Strip to the next casino. They went in and exited in a minute, seeing the exact same situation in there, as well. "We need to know if this setup is the same in all of Vegas." Sandra, Rose and he split up and went to check out the various casino all over the city. Jamie suspected the casinos on the Strip to be a lost cause, so he started with the ones off the beaten path. The fourth casino he went in was a smash hit. He could read everyone's aura. The girls took out their phones and texted the address to Rose and Sandra. He heaved a great big sigh of relief, and sat down at a low limit stud table and bought two thousand dollars' worth of chips. In the span of just a dozen hands, he had everyone's tells down. As much as they hid their faces behind perpetual smiles, or hoodies and shades, their auras were like big, lighted billboards above their heads. He wasn't going to win each and every hand, but he saw plainly when someone was bluffing and approximately how good a hand they had, when they weren't.

On top of that, his two girls captivated the other players at the table. They stood behind him and, whenever he folded a hand, they bent over to whisper encouragements in his ear. Everyone at the table would lean in, trying to get a glimpse of their nipples, and hope their straps would slide off their smooth shoulders and finally reveal all of their big breasts. They jumped in place and clapped their hands enthusiastically, every time he won a hand. The bounce of their tits showed everyone that they were all-natural and perky without any additional support. They distracted the players so much, in fact, that Jamie believed he could get up, walk around the table, and not only look at everyone's cards, but also shuffle them around to his benefit, and no one would even notice, let alone complain.

Sandra and Rose replaced the next two players to leave the table. Rose was wearing a dark red shirt with the top three buttons undone, exposing a lot of cleavage. Sandra was clad in a blue and white striped shirt that accentuated her bountiful bust. It was so tight over her breasts that everyone could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. No one at the table stood a chance. Between the three of them, every other hand was taken. When they played against each other, they could not read each other's aura and Jamie had sternly kyboshed the idea of signaling their cards, so they let luck decide who won. They ate and drank at the table, Sonya and Helena assisting Jamie like he was disabled or something, and driving the other players to distraction all over again as they licked sauces from his chin. Around midnight, Jamie froze as he spotted a man, without an aura, playing at a nearby table. He folded his hand and kept glancing at the anomaly. This new development left him decidedly unnerved. He kept looking around the casino floor and feared something bad was going to happen.

A few minutes after he noticed the man, he spotted a witch, dressed as a bartender, step behind the bar from a side door, carrying a drink and a paper napkin. She handed the drink to a big breasted and scantily clad waitress and discreetly pointed out the man without an aura. The waitress walked over and clumsily spilled the drink on him. She apologized and dabbed at him twice with the napkin, before taking up the towel, that was draped across her forearm, and properly drying the man. He retired angrily to the restroom, while the dealer held his seat for him. Jamie turned his attention away from the commotion and focused on the not very upset waitress that walked to the bar, still carrying the useless paper napkin. She handed it to the witch barkeep and took a tray of drinks to deliver. The witch looked at the wet napkin for a few seconds, before she made eye contact with a big, black man that stood in the middle of the casino floor. She shook her head no and he gave her a tiny nod. Jamie turned his girls' attention to the witch barkeep and ordered them to intercept any drinks she sent their way.

Jamie folded another hand as he waited to see if the man would emerge from the restroom and what would happen to him when he did. After a minute, the man came back to his seat and accepted some doubtlessly free drinks and snacks, and continued to gamble without problems. Jamie sighed in relief. He was very concerned about a witch being on the premises of a casino, but she had, apparently, not spotted him. A few hours later, their table was thinning out and he wound up playing against one of his slaves on almost every hand. There was no fresh cash coming in, so he decided to call it quits. He had added a zero to his starting cash, just like Sandra and Rose did. He yawned and stretched. It was their signal to wrap things up, slowly and discreetly. The girls behind him started to whine that they were bored and tired and bent to whisper in his ear. Jamie smiled and tossed a chip to the dealer, before leaving to cash out.

They called for a cab and went back to the hotel. Halfway there, Jamie spotted something in the corner of his eye. "Stop the cab," he called to the cabbie. The man parked at the nearest spot. Jamie turned around and openly gaped at a tall, gorgeous brunette that stood on the corner. She was just as undressed as his two girls in the cab, but what drew his eye was a spell he could see on her. It reminded him of the blood magic he had recently studied. The spell had the appearance of a rope, wrapped all around her face and body, and squeezed tight. Sonya and Helena followed his eyes and gazed at the girl as well.

"Are you getting out, or what," asked the impatient cabbie.

Jamie slipped him a crisp one hundred dollar bill and irritably said, "Take a nap, buddy!"

The cab driver shook his head at the young man that had two gorgeous chicks with him and still felt the need to ogle a third. He faced front and kept his mouth shut. He drove much worse on a regular basis.

The girl took a cellphone out of her purse and read a text message. Jamie squinted as he thought he could see her typing a reply. He took the phone Cyrus had given him out of his pocket. He set it up to identify which cellphones were transmitting to the same tower. She finished typing and put her phone back in her clutch purse. Jamie saw that a few dozen phones were texting during the few seconds he estimated hers was. He watched her and waited. He had no way of telling which was her number, so he kept the phone watching the suspected numbers. A few transmitted again, within a minute, so he eliminated those. Soon, a car pulled up to the curb and she smiled at it. She sauntered over and bent down, exposing her cleavage to the driver. After a few seconds, she got in the car and it drove off.

"Wake up," Jamie instructed the cabby. "Follow that car!" The driver rolled his eyes and pulled out to follow the car. As soon as Jamie's phone indicated it had changed towers, he had it search the new tower for the phone numbers from the original list. Three came up. At the next tower, only one did. Jamie told the cabby to take them very close to the car. He searched for an active bluetooth under that number and the phone found it. After a few seconds, Jamie transmitted spy software to the prostitute's phone. He needed to investigate this matter. He told the cabby to take them to their hotel.

In their suite, he took a shower alone and went to bed, still trying to make sense of the day. The girls left him alone, at Helena's behest. They showered, applied lotion to each other and made out for a while, before falling asleep in front of the TV.

The next morning, Jamie was the first to rise. He immediately began checking the results of his wiretap. The stuff he found on the hooker's phone was making him queasy. There was no doubt she was a prostitute, but Jamie was surprised to find that most of her johns made appointments in advance, usually in hotel rooms. He felt certain he had identified the number of her pimp, and at least five of her colleagues. He learned that the girls, very occasionally, negotiated between themselves which one would take which client. He saw it as a tiny act of solidarity between fellow victims. They banded together to help each other survive this horror by taking up the slack when another felt like snapping. His brow drew down and his breathing quickened in anger. He vowed to make sure the pimp suffered to his last breath.

The tiny touchscreen was starting to get to him, so he dressed and left the hotel to find an electronics store. When he came back to the room with a laptop and attendant cables in its shoulder bag, the girls were still asleep. He grunted softly as he watched the tangle of young limbs and perky tits strewn across the sofa and couch. If he could save these other beautiful, young women from being magically forced into sexual slavery, he would atone for taking his slaves, at least in his own eyes.

He ordered room service and went about configuring his new computer to his tastes. When room service came, he opened the door. The middle aged man could barely stop himself from gaping at the four naked beauties sleeping in a tangle. Jamie grinned and enjoyed the man's envy. He slipped him a twenty. The man identified himself as Mark, bowed, and left, after insisting that Jamie doesn't hesitate to call him if he needed anything else.

After breakfast, Jamie declined his girls' wordless offer of play and announced, "We're on a mission, girls!" He explained what he had seen on the involuntary hooker and brought them up to speed on his wiretap findings. "We are going to free these poor women that are victimized for having been born beautiful." The girls nodded along and he outlined his basic plan of surveillance. He needed to know as much as he could about this pimp, before he stormed in to mount a rescue. "But first, a tour of boutiques and then a trip to the gun range!"

After a very fruitful shopping trip, they went back to the hotel to drop off their bags. They piled into one cab and drove to a firing range he had found online. He ordered his girls to master Mitchell's gun and they presented him with mixed results. Rose and Sandra turned out to be poor markswomen, and Helena and he were mediocre, even after firing several magazines. Sonya, however, used her second magazine to draw eyes, a nose and a smile on the face of her target. Jamie snorted in amusement. It reminded him of Mel Gibson in the Lethal Weapon movie. It also settled the matter. Sonya would wield the gun in their raid on the pimp's place. They just had to pinpoint and stake it out, first.

The day was spent spotting and observing the beautiful women that had magic ropes wound around themselves. Jamie's instincts told him the spells were the results of voodoo dolls, made with the victim's blood. If he could destroy the dolls, the women would be free. In the afternoon, they rendezvoused at the casino and sat down at separate tables to play No limit Texas hold 'em. Helena and Sonya still hung around Jamie to distract the other players and, occasionally, mosey on over to Rose and Sandra and inform him of how they were doing. All the players at the tables regarded their twenty thousand dollar stacks of chips as pitiful and tried to bust them by betting "all in". After Jamie and the girls doubled up a few times, the other players began to rethink their strategy. By the end of the night, Jamie, Rose and Sandra had almost a million dollars between them.