And when she went at it with another girl, Lane was in sheer ecstasy. Vera could tease and torment and arouse almost any woman to the point of utter madness, using her fingers and lips and tits and eternally soaked pussy with frantic lust, until they were fainting or begging for mercy. And then Lane would join the action, his thick powerful cock throbbing savagely in response to their soft hot flesh, getting it up and coming three and four times in succession. But teasing wasn't all that Vera liked to do to luscious young girls. She had a crazy streak in her that could drive her helpless partner into a nut-house.

"Come on, Lane," Vera's husky voice urged now, "Bring me home a hot one, honey. Tonight I want a pair of beautiful big tits, all fat and silky and hot, hmmm! Sprinkle sugar on 'em and lick it off – tease 'em and love 'em and suck 'em 'til they're screaming with happiness and then…"

Lane slammed his phone down. It was useless talking to her when she was this drunk. But the fact was she'd given him an immense hard-on and he was almost tempted to run home for a wild quickie – plunge it in, whip it out, return satisfied.

His phone buzzed again and he snapped it up.

"Goddamnit, Vera, I told you to sober up!"

"This is security upstairs," a voice broke in.

"Well, what is it?" Lane said irritably, glancing up at the mirrored ceiling.

"I think I got one for you, Mr. Lane," the voice said excitedly.

Suddenly Lane was alert, sitting tensely up. "Who, Goddamnit? Where?"

"The cute new dealer on table four. Well, I've been watching her for about an hour now, and I think she's got an agent – the guy in seat five with the red tie and blazer. She's double-paying him on wins and once in a while not collecting on losses."