A Game of Chance Ch. 01

"Why you wiggling so much Chance?" Casanova asks me. I ignore him and I'm trying to get my arm loose. He lets me because he wants us moving. "Let's go."

Greg hands me my backpack, and keys. I give them my number and am surprised when Casanova gives me his. I call it as I put it in my phone just to see if it's the real deal. I should have known something would go wrong.

"Why you block your number, little girl?" He's frowning hard. "Didn't you just give me your number?"

"Yeah, and I don't have to block mine, it's automatic. I have to unblock it."

"Well how come your phone isn't ringing?"

"You're calling me?"

"Yes!"

"What number?" He's got the last 2 switched.

"That's the way you gave..." Greg shakes his head.

"Nope, she gave it right because I've got it right. You must be dyslexic, dude".

"Dude huh? You're going to start with that dude shit again? How do I punish her for it if you're going to use it?"

"Okay Casanova, I won't 'dude' you anymore. Please, you must pardon me of my crimes." They surprise me as they both bust up laughing.

I'm waiting for Casanova to let go. He's stuck his fingers between my belt and my waist, no small feat. But it's too tight and uncomfortable so I unbuckle it and in a flash he relieves me of it, and hooks his finger through my belt loop. I put my hand out, I'm attached to it even though it's seen better days, it's one of only a few leather things I still use. Ignoring my outstretched hand he wraps my belt around his neck.

"I'd like my belt and to go home please." I'm ill that I sound so close to tears. I don't really want to go home alone, do I? No, yet I can't admit this to them.

"So lead the way Chance, can't you tell we're right behind you?" Said as he tugs on my belt loop.

Irked, I turn and start walking and I'm relieved he's not pulling on my waist. We have over three, steep blocks to go. We run across Mission street and start up the hill and within a half block I'm lagging. It's not as bad an ache as when I'd first moved here, but it's going to take a few weeks for my calf muscle to build up again.

"Come on Cas, let's give her some help." This said Greg grabs one hand and letting go of my belt loop Casanova grabs my other. Between the two of them they fly me with ease up these hills. I'm barely breathing hard by the time I indicate the hidden walkway that leads to my door. My heart's in my throat again as I'm slipping in my key and throwing the bolt lock, then I key the knob and open to dark and cold. Reaching out I try to switch on my little light and realize it's already on and has burned out.

"Hang on a second, I've gotta get across. . ." I go silent as light, very bright light, splits the dark.

"That help you little girl?" Greg asks in a smug voice. He's entitled to his smug I muse, I've only ever seen one flashlight as bright besides the law's.

"Yeah, that could possibly work, I want to check it out when were settled." And I catch myself too late. I've given in and they're staying.

"You think the walk up here mellowed her out some?" Casanova asks Greg.

"Yeah, I do believe she just told us to make ourselves at home." then he's whistling at the first sight of my living room. I do have an excellent hole in the wall and comfort is behind every furnishing I own. I have a real sunken living room pit, and while the TV on the wall isn't the latest, it's still top-of-the line. Not that I ever turn it on.

No, I'm a music kind of girl. And though I've rarely met those with a worse voice than mine, I love to sing, but it's dancing I do best. I'm a natural with a beat loving body and I love, absolutely love moving to music.

I figure boys being boys the first thing they'll look for is the TV remote, so after I drop my pack on a cushion that dips from its weight, I quickly turn on my stereo and pop in some AC/DC, Back In Black. I almost start to cry from relief as I feel the tensions begin to drain from my body, now that I'm on familiar ground.

"Kick back and make yourself at home," I quip giving Greg a look, as I draw my hand across the living room area in an inviting manner, "though your shoes must be left by the door. Shoes are never allowed past my doorway, and your feet will tell you why." I'd unconsciously kicked off my boots when I'd first stepped inside.

Casanova grumbles but bends and starts unlacing his shoes. Greg has already kicked his off before I'm finished speaking.

"Wow!" he whispers, and I turn to see him wiggling his toes, his light pointed at my dark mottled carpet, and I marvel that it's still brighter than daylight in my living room.

I walk through into my kitchen and flip on the light. I see the husks of fruit left, sniff and smell a slight sour odor that will get worse as it warms up. My trashcan has something offending in it but it's my fridge that I know is going to be ripe. I clap my hands twice then twice more, the music lowers by half, then I reach over my kitchen sink and open the window. I grab my trashcan and open the back door, then open the fridge, 'crap' I forgot the fruit first. Too late, I snatch the bag with the science project off the shelf and toss it into the trash, and the milk carton follows. I add two suspicious looking items that I can't immediately identify and then drag the trashcan out the back door right as my landlord steps from his.

"Hello Chance!" He cries, the pleasure in his voice plain to hear.

"Hey Jack! Good to be back, it's so good to be back!" When I finish dumping my trash I carefully hug his 88-year-old frame and I'm relieved to feel his arms as strong as ever hugging me back. "Miss me?" I ask unnecessarily. I can feel his sobs rocking him and feel my own tears start. I love this man like I'd have loved a grandfather had I been lucky enough to know mine.

"You said you'd be back before Sunday night so I've been keeping my ear open for that racket you call music. And its good to see you too, good to see you're still standing strong!" Jack lets go of me and takes my hand and gives it a squeeze, then adds, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize you had company."

I look behind me and there's Casanova in the doorway, no expression on his face until I see him start a bit in shock as he gets a better look at Jack. Then a smile crosses his face and he steps forward with his hand out, my mouth drops open in surprise.

"Hello, I'm Casanova, and for a moment I thought she already had a boyfriend I was going to need to duel with, seeing as how I've arbitrarily decided she's going to be mine." He and Jack shake hands as I introduce them and I can see Jack take his measure and that he likes what he's seen and heard so far. Except for that first non-expression we'd both seen which he's done a good job of covering for.

"Can't say I'm surprised you'd fancy yourself hers, but I'd have beat you there were I a few years younger." Jack has twisted his words and before something is said to the contrary I let 'em both know my feelings.

"You're my #1 Jack, so don't go giving me away. I just got back, give me a few days to relax before you marry me off." I look around and exclaim, "You've been keeping it together here, good for you!"

"Nah, I tried. I hired the kid down the street to go at it, just yesterday so you've caught it looking nice."

"Well he's doing good, I'll have to see about him keeping his job." We share a grin, Jack knows I won't be able to stay out of the dirt.

"You've got a lot of plants here, and is that watermelon?" Casanova asks. It's the first time I hear awe in his voice. And well he might be awed, Jack and I have spent long hours in this garden. A dream of both of ours finally able to bloom.

Jack had mostly directed from his chair as he'd slowly gotten his health back after a major stroke almost claimed his life. If it hadn't been for me he'd have died on his bathroom floor. Only I knew he got his paper at 6 am sharp every day. So the morning I'd come out at 7:15 and found his paper was still by his front door and he hadn't answered my knock, with a heavy heart I'd called 911. When the cops and ambulance showed I'd just broken a window pane on his back door and let myself in. I was screaming 'In here, he's in here!' And I stepped back and let the crew do their job.

The SFPD was a bit put out that I'd gone ahead and broken in, (Dispatch had told me to wait, which I understood in most situations where someone isn't an actual relative) only I knew better than to wait! With no relatives to contact the SFPD/SFFD could have taken hours to make up their minds to break in on just my word. So the cost of a 6" x 10" piece of glass was well worth Jacks life! As it was I lied and said I'd been living here two years and that Jack always got his paper by 6 am. That was 4+ years ago and I'd actually only been living here 3 weeks when it happened. Jack swears his guardian angel moved in right on time.

It took 4 months till they let him come home, and it was another 4 before I was sure he was going to make it. I count every day that he's still here a blessing. I shake my inner head that I hadn't realized it was Jack whom I wanted to see.

"Well, I've got to get up and get my paper in the morning, I just wanted to welcome you home. Whew! What was that you had there?" Jack holds his nose and I'm laughing.

"That's the fish I was going to grill for us. I've got to dump some fruit too that didn't last but you know it looks like a couple of my plants might make it." I'm grateful for this. I love plants and how inviting they make my home. "Goodnight Jack, I'll see you tomorrow afternoon. I'll be sleeping in late, I'm beat."

"You sleep as much as you need Angel, I'm just glad to have you home again. And nice to meet you Casanova. Goodnight." Jack moves easily down the path between our doors and slips inside, shutting off his outside light and the kitchen one after that.

Casanova snatches my hand and drags me back inside, I have my empty trashcan in my other hand, and notice it still smells, I try to get free to open the back door again.

"Where do you think you're going?" Casanova asks me, his voice subdued.

"This can stinks, I want to leave it outside to air out." I reply.

"Not without my permission you're not, and you'll ask properly if you know how." The authority in his voice effects me, my breath hitches and I start to pant, as my knees go weak. Then I catch on he's questioning if I know how to ask proper. I'm floored, I'll show him!

"Sir, may I put this can outdoors to air out, please?" I keep my gaze on the floor though I want to look up. I've gotten my breathing back under control.

"Good girl! Yes, but do it and come back here. It's time I looked you over." My heart is in my throat, and I know there's a wet spot in my jeans. But more pressing is I know I'm in trouble, because this guy says all the right things, in exactly the right voice. And oh, what a voice! But. . . I don't know him from Adam, either of them! What if they're planning on hurting me or robbing me? Could I be wrong with my instincts this one crucial time? And now he knows about Jack! It's possible they'll hurt him, silence him so there are no witnesses!

He's waiting for me to do as he's said, and instead I reach out and snag his hand. Quickly his hands have mine restrained. He's not rough or mean but he's showing me he isn't letting his guard down. I grin at this thought.

"Something funny Chance?" Casanova looks at me with his head cocked, and when I don't respond, he raises an eyebrow as he squeezes my hand in warning, or to get my attention?

"Not funny, no, I just thought that you aren't letting your guard down with me, yet my guard is down because I've let you in my home. I must have lost my mind," I pause, "have I lost my mind, Casanova? Am I going to regret this?"

"No, I don't believe we're going to do anything that you'll regret. But I've got a question for you, now that we're speaking of regret." I frown at him. "Ah, you're so sexy when you give me that look!" And he leans forward and kisses me. I immediately want more of his lips, but he pulls back and I can see he's serious again. "Are you on birth control?" I'm surprised at his question, but I nod and see from his face, I need to answer him verbally.

"Yes sir, I take birth control. Why are you. . .?" And my voice trails off. I already know the answer to my half spoken question! Heat burns across my face and I begin to turn my head, trying to avoid his eyes.

"Not so fast, little girl." Oh God, doesn't know what his words and his voice, do to my brain and body? I think to wonder this as his fingers catch my chin and bring my face back towards his. He stops his mouths downward movement as he observes my blushing. At his look, my face burns even hotter, I have to escape! "Show me." His words don't make sense then I click on our topic.

"My birth control?" I ask hoping he'll agree so I can get away, he has me discombobulated.

"Yes Chance." And damn him and his laughing eyes. It's in my backpack and rather than wait for me I feel his fingers slipping back into the belt loop on my jeans. I'm impressed how he moves with me and rarely tugs, or interferes with my movements as he follows behind. I grab my pack off the chair and think to wonder where Greg is, when I hear the toilet flush. I've snagged my birth control from the side pocket and he lets go of my waist and takes it from me.

"I'm going to turn my heater on, okay?" And then I trip on myself that I asked for permission, and I turn for the hallway where my bath and bedroom are without waiting for his reply. I run into Greg as he's coming from the bathroom. He's drying his hands on his shirt and is surprised to see me. I ignore him for the moment and concentrate on moving the switch just so, until I hear the heater kick on, then I give him my attention.

"Where's Cas?" He wants to know.

"I'm right here." Cas answers for himself, as Greg and I step back in sight. "Greg, Chance wants to know if she's going to regret letting us in, and I think she also wants to know if she's safe with us. And just so you know, she is protected." I didn't expect him to announce that last bit of information, and I'm not prepared for how it makes me feel. Like a lamb led to the slaughter, except lambs don't want to be slaughtered. Not like I do. Casanova's voice brings me back to reality. "So do you think she's safe with us?" I shiver at the low timbre of his voice.

I see movement behind him, and guess Greg signaled, because he takes both my wrist and spins me until we've changed positions. I anticipate being captured by Greg so I pull my hands from Casanova's and before Greg wraps his arms over mine, I slip my hands behind me and fondle his length through his sweats. He's not hard when I first grasp him, but he is in moments. 'Oh my, yes!' I crow to myself, I'm panting again, and Greg growls as he clasps my elbows allowing me to continue stroking him. This has my chest thrust out, and with my hands occupied I'm unable to stop Casanova from lifting my T-shirt and tucking the bottom into my collar. He does so slowly making a production out of it, and my level of arousal doubles. As my breast are bared to the cool air, my nipples ache as they harden begging for attention.

"Please be gentle," I whimper breathless at the look on Casanova's face as he sees me for the first time, "they're sensitive." His eyes so often laughing are filled with lust, and at my plea I watch them brighten.

"Sensitive you say?" And I see his eyes flash to somewhere behind me as his predatory smile is answered with low laughter from Greg. My heart already racing ratchets up another notch, and I feel exposed and in danger like I'm to be sacrificed. Only this is danger that I understand and that I crave. He's watching me, waiting for my reply as his fingers begin pressing tighter as his thumbs run over them faster.

"Yes! Very sensitive!" I'm crying out as he squeezes cruelly. His brow is lowered and I know I've done something wrong. I catch it as I feel him tightening up on my other nipple. "Yes sir! Yes sir, they're sensitive!" and now his eyes are smiling again, and though not a smile meant to give comfort, it does none the less. He's halted his attack on my left nipple and is gently soothing my right with his fingertips. His next words set me on fire, as his eyes burn into mine.

"Such a good girl she is, Greg. Such a good girl she's going to be," he's been moving closer and closer as he speaks, and I'm waiting for him to kiss me, but at the last moment his eyes drop from mine to my breast as he continues, "but let me, let you, fill her in on how it's going to be." I gasp as his lips close over my right abused nipple so sensitive.

I don't realize I've continued to make noises until Greg 'Shhh's me, his lips by my ear causing my nipples to ache that much more. I'm beside myself with wanting them, and while I'm enjoying Greg's length, hot, hard and throbbing between my hands, I'm greedy for more. He begins speaking as Casanova leaves off his gentle torture, looking up at me as he laves his tongue over my nipple roughly one last time.

"You're not in any danger of coming to harm, at least not permanently. You'll feel some pain, but it won't be more than you want, or more than you can bear. Isn't that right Chance, you want what we have to give? Don't you?" He whispers this by my ear causing my nipples to ache even more as goosebumps run over my body, and I shiver again. I whimper as Casanova's fingers pinch my nipples, hard. I feel most of the stress in my body just evaporate, and I melt against him. As I'm smelling his good smell I remember I stink.

I've let go of his cock and am stepping away, when he reaches out and snags me back. And this time his arms pin mine to my side, and he pulls me back against him easily. Nuzzling my hair out of the way he bites my neck firm, the way I like. I purr for him, and he laughs as Casanova growls. I feel Greg's teeth biting me again on my sweet spot where my neck and shoulder meet. Goose bumps break out all over my body, but my nipples are the biggest and draw all our attention.

Casanova winks at me as he rubs first one nipple with the palm of his hand, and then the other. Then I notice his other hand. He has a firm grip on himself and is slowly stroking his length. I watch fascinated as he pleasures himself and when he realizes I've been watching him, he flushes. He steps back some and pushes his sweats to his knees, his briefs with them.

"Do you like what you see, Chance?" I can see he's breathing faster as he continues to stroke himself and I feel mine catch, as I begin to pant.

"Yes, I mean yes sir, very much." My voice is breathy and low, and I can see I've been correct in assuming what I've been feeling was large. I feel Greg's fingers working the button on my jeans, so I grab the chance to grasp him again. He groans, thrusting into my hands as he begins to work my tight jeans down over my hips and ass.

"Are you trying to drive from the bottom, Chance?" Greg asks when I refuse to let him go.

"Oh, is she misbehaving already?" Casanova inquires. "Are you trying to boss your daddy around, so soon Chance?" All I can do is whimper in reply, and I still haven't taken my eyes from Casanova's cock. Greg becomes aware of this.

"You like watching your papa play with himself?"

"Yes sir, I want to watch you too." I whimper as I feel Greg pulling my pants down

"I smell you Chance, your smell says, 'Come fuck me!'. You smell so good up close, even better than you did on the bus." I begin to struggle to get loose.

"I stink, I need a bath, please let me take a bath!" I beg as I give up the fight to get away.

"Oh no, baby girl. You don't need a bath, but you definitely need some discipline." Greg assures me, as he bites my sweet spot again.