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A Case Of Nerves
Dani stood in front of the bathroom sink, applying pink makeup to her sultry lips and a dash of hairspray to her long, wavy locks, her hands trembling ever so slightly as she worked. She was dressed simply in a V-neck green crop top and small black denim shorts — she would be dressing into her uniform as soon as she arrived for her shift, so there was no need to go all out with the outfit.
She stood back, pouting with her full lips and snapping a couple of selfies, before doing a little twirl, feeling her cheeks blush at the way her round buttocks poked through her tight shorts. They would look even better once she was in the butt-hugging vinyl miniskirt that composed part of her waitress uniform, and her skin tingled at the thought.
As Dani exited the bathroom and headed to her room, checking her bag for everything she needed, she felt a pang of agitation — not for the first time that day — about her argument with Martine the day before.
Martine, true to her word, had left 15 minutes after going into her room without so much as a goodbye. Dani had spent most of the rest of yesterday sulking and trying to take her mind off it; she had attempted studying, shopping, listening to music, and reading — none of it worked. She had even considered talking to Jake about it, but eventually shot down the idea for fear of appearing too clingy before they had been on their first proper date.
Today, however, Dani’s upcoming shift had stolen her attention completely. From the very second she woke up there were butterflies in her stomach, and they had only intensified as the hours ticked by steadily. She kept thinking about Luis and about Pregnancy Craps, about how much she had enjoyed playing last time and how much she would enjoy it if she played it again.
At the same time, Dani couldn’t shake an uneasy sense of foreboding. As fun as Preg Craps was, she knew well the risks associated with it, and she also knew that the smart, responsible thing to do would be not to play at all. Out of desperation, Dani had masturbated three times over the course of the day so far — a sort of sordid deal she had tried to strike with herself to get it out of her system. Cum now, and you won’t want or need to play Craps later.
But Dani’s body had betrayed her, and she had only become increasingly hornier with each successive orgasm. As the time had approached for her to start getting ready to leave, Dani was feeling incredibly tense, incredibly flushed, and incredibly aware that she was in serious trouble.
Satisfied that she had everything, Dani slipped on her trainers, hooked her bag over her shoulder, and left the flat with her heart thundering away in her chest.
Half an hour later, Dani had pulled up in a spacious car park down the street from Pandora’s Box, in the small space reserved for employees. Her battered little Toyota stood in stark contrast to the expensive supercars parked on the other side, and she briefly wondered if any of them belonged to Luis.
The street around Dani burst with life as she started walking, with Friday night revellers surrounding her as they talked, laughed, drank, and hooked up. Dani couldn’t help but smile, despite her nerves — the bright lights and charged atmosphere were always infectious, and she deeply breathed in the warm spring air that lay heavy over the city.
As Dani walked, she recalled how nervous she had been on her first shift. She had long since got used to the enigma that was Pandora’s Box: the glitzy and charged shows, the handsy customers, and the raucous atmosphere. It was normal to her now.
Tonight, however, Dani felt like she was doing that first shift all over again. Her tummy was twisted in a ball of anxiety that seemed to tighten with every step; she fidgeted with the handle of her bag and subconsciously adjusted her clothing as she drew closer and closer to Pandora’s Box, her mouth dry and her palms sweating.
She really wanted to play Preg Craps. There was no use denying it. The temptation hammered away at her relentlessly, and she could already feel her pussy getting damp at the thought.
But she knew she shouldn’t. She had been incredibly lucky last time, and there was no guarantee her luck would continue to hold out for a second run.
Dani exhaled slowly as she walked up towards the front entrance. As always a long queue of people were waiting to be let in — or turned away, depending on how the bouncers felt — and many of them stared curiously or lustfully at Dani as she slipped past, her internal conflict lost to them as they fell entranced with her external appearance.
“Hey Victor,” Dani forced a smile at the bouncer closest to her as she lightly stepped up the small concrete staircase of Pandora’s Box. Victor, a man in his mid-30s and built like a tank, turned from the crowd to nod back, his tuxedo straining with the effort.
“Evening Miss Cruz. Is everything okay?”
“I’m all good. You?”
“I’m solid. You just look a little worried.”
“I do?” Dani shifted uneasily, unaware that her angst about tonight Pursaklar Escort had translated into her facial features. “I’m fine. I promise.”
“Fair enough,” the bouncer replied, clearly unconvinced. “Well, any issues you come to me, okay?”
“Yeah, you got it.” Victor had virtually no power to stop her playing Preg Craps, but Dani felt reassured nevertheless by the assurances of such a powerfully built man.
“Good. Have a fun shift, Miss Cruz.”
“Victor, I keep telling you, just call me Dani,” Dani simpered, brushing her hand across his arm as she passed.
“Noted, Miss Cruz.”
Dani smirked at the bouncer’s obstinance as she entered the lavish foyer of the club. It was empty at this time, but would be heaving in about an hour as people started to arrive en masse. She passed into the opulent changing room, where about 15 other girls were all in various stages of undress. Every single one was, like Dani, an absolute stunner, with pretty faces and envious proportions. This was necessary in order to be a serving girl at Pandora’s Box; the incredible tips that made the job worth it were dependent on it.
“Hey girl, I didn’t realise you were on for tonight.” Naomi, a tall black girl with a graceful heart-shaped face, had spoken. She was officially just a fellow waitress, but had enough experience that Alma often employed her as a sort of unofficial second-in-command on the floor.
“Last minute dropout,” Dani explained, “I offered to fill it for the night.”
“Need a break from studying, huh? Desperate for some excitement?” Naomi asked jovially, giving Dani a gentle nudge on the shoulder.
“Heh. Something like that.” Dani breathed deeply as she pulled her stuff out of her locker.
“Are you alright?”
“Hmm?”
“You seem a little distracted.”
“I’m all good,” Dani said, forcing another shaky smile. “Weird case of nerves. I don’t know why.”
“Maybe just because you haven’t had a shift for a little while?”
“Yeah. Must be.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll get over it quick enough. Just gotta get your bad bitch energy flowing.”
“True,” Dani said, chuckling a little at Naomi’s enthusiasm. “Thanks Naomi. I’ll see you in there.”
Dani moved her stuff to a gilded bench with brushed red velvet cushions, a large French mirror leaning against the wall to her right. She drew a divider screen in front of her and stripped off her clothes, catching herself in the reflection as she stood in her lacy blue bra and panties. She half-heartedly pulled some sexy poses as she admired her bulbous breasts, toned abs, slim waist, and broad hips. Here she was, potentially about to gamble her hot, young body once again — was she seriously going to keep playing until she lost the game?
Dani turned side profile and imagined herself with an enormous, distended baby belly, hanging beneath engorged, milk-filled tits. The mental image unsettled her and she shuddered, shaking it from her mind’s eye. That was the last thing she wanted to happen to her. So why did she continue to risk it like some kind of deranged masochist?
Dani sighed and, with shaking hands, pulled her uniform on. She regained a bit of poise as she saw herself in the mirror again — even now, she couldn’t get over how hot she looked in the black vinyl. She struck a few poses and took a few more selfies, as was tradition, before putting her hands on her hips and doing a couple of half turns in self-worshipping admiration.
Her uniform was tailored and fitted to her body, and as a result it complimented and accentuated virtually every aspect of it. Her breasts filled out the top wonderfully, and the V-neck cut made them appear even rounder and larger than they already were within the confines of the supple vinyl. Her miniskirt, too, made her firm, plump ass pop out beautifully — it barely covered her tanned upper thighs, and made her long, toned legs stretch for miles as a result.
Satisfied with her small photoshoot, Dani placed her bag and clothes in her locker and left the changing room. Her palms were still sweating, and she hastily rubbed them dry on her skirt as she passed Lucy, the coat check girl.
“Hey you! Been a little while,” Lucy smiled.
“Yeah, just been taking a small break. Exams.”
“Ah.” Lucy nodded knowingly. “I was gonna say, you look a little stressed.”
“Oh? I do?” Dani squeaked. The fact that everyone seemed to be noticing her anxiety only made her feel worse.
“Only a bit. Tonight will be good for you. Help you unwind a little bit.”
Dani swallowed deeply. On the contrary, if she made a risky decision tonight she might soon have a whole lot more than just exams to be stressed about.
“Thanks Luce,” Dani smiled politely. “I’ll see you on the other side.”
“Knock ’em dead honey.”
Breathing deeply and fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, Dani passed through the foyer and pushed through the large Art Deco double doors that led to the main auditorium of Pandora’s Box.
Heads Or Tails
The stench of alcohol Rus Escort and perfume immediately struck Dani as the double doors slid shut behind her. The sound of a hundred slurred conversations hit her ears all at once, along with the heavy bass of mood-setting house music emanating from expensive Bose speakers lined along the walls.
“Honey, there you are!” Alma’s voice, smooth as creamy chocolate, drifted lazily across the room. Dani turned to meet her boss as she approached, her raven black hair done up in 80s style curls. Dani suppressed a gasp of admiration — she could only hope her hair still looked that good in 30 years’ time.
“Thank you so much for picking this one up. I-” Alma paused suddenly and squinted at Dani. “Are you feeling okay sweetie?”
“I’m fine!” Dani gasped irritably. Were all the customers going to be asking her if she was alright too?
“You’re sure? Obviously it’s not your shift. You can always go home if you’re not feeling up to it.”
Dani uneasily shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Was this her golden ticket out of here? If she didn’t want to risk another game of Preg Craps, this was her chance to sack off the night and go home.
“I’m fine,” Dani repeated sternly, placing a hand on her hip. “I said I’d cover Jasmine’s shift, and I meant it.”
“Easy tiger,” Alma smirked, giving Dani’s bare arm an affectionate nudge. “There’s the confidence I expect from Daniella Cruz.”
Dani smiled half-heartedly in response, tapping her fingers against her skirt subconsciously as she wondered how much she might come to regret that decision.
“You’re going to be serving tables 11, 12, and 13.”
“Alright,” Dani breathed.
“And don’t worry — I went to the liberty of ensuring that Mr Alvarez was seated in your section.”
Dani’s breathing quickened and she glanced around the room like a rabbit being watched by a fox.
“Oh, Alma, you… you didn’t have to do that…”
“Think nothing of it,” Alma replied jovially, oblivious to Dani’s unease. “Besides, he requested it originally too, before he found out you weren’t working.”
But Dani’s nerves were getting the better of her as a single bead of perspiration rolled down her neck. “N-No, Alma… you really, really didn’t have to do that.”
Alma’s light-hearted demeanour shrank away, replaced with a frown and a raised eyebrow. “Okay then… I’m sensing some kind of crisis here,” she noted wryly.
Dani pressed her hands against the back of her head and struggled to control her breathing, her eyes still darting around the room. “Alma, I… I think I wanna play Preg Craps again. With Luis.”
“Oh? That’s what you’re all worked up about?”
Dani nodded, fidgeting with her hair as she swayed on the spot.
“That sounds like the opposite of a problem to me. Are you ovulating?”
“Tomorrow,” Dani gasped.
“Tomorrow as in, a few hours’ time?”
“Uh-huh,” Dani cupped her hands around her mouth and forced herself to try and breath normally.
“So, play it then. You know where the badges are. What’s the issue?”
“The same as last time!” Dani tore her hands away from her mouth and stared at Alma with wide, fearful eyes. “I can’t get pregnant! Well, no, I can get pregnant… that’s the problem! What if I don’t get lucky?”
“What if you do get lucky?” Alma shot back pointedly.
“Then… well, then, it’s fine, I guess.”
“I seem to remember you were very happy after last time. You got lucky then.”
“Last time was pretty spur of the moment.”
“But you were still aware of the consequences.” A small, teasing smirk appeared on Alma’s face. “In fact, I have a very vivid memory of you standing in my office, flustered and squirming, as I explained the rules of the game to you.”
“Look, all I know is that if I see him I’m gonna risk it. Again.”
“Alright. So what do you want to do? Do you want to serve a different section? Do you want to go home?”
Dani shifted her weight from side to side as she pondered her options, fidgeting with her uniform as she weighed up the risk of staying or going.
“I…”
“Dani, not to rush you or anything, but it is a work night, and I have things I really need to be getting on with. If you’re scared of the potential consequences, just don’t play Craps. I’ve told you that before. But honestly, if you can’t control your impulses, maybe you just need to get used to the idea that you might be pushing a stroller around sooner than you anticipated.”
“Alma!” Dani gasped, feeling an explosion of butterflies in her belly at that mental image.
“Dani, what do you want to do?”
Dani forced herself to think for a moment. What did she want to do? Going home would be the most responsible decision. She didn’t want to do that, especially with Martine being upset with her. But, if she stayed here, the blue badge was going to start looking real tempting indeed…
“I’ll chance it,” Dani said determinedly, her muscles tense.
“You’re gonna play?”
“No, I’m literally gonna chance Sincan Escort it. Like real Craps.” Dani took a deep breath. “You got any dice?”
“You’re asking if I carry dice around with me? Just in case one of my serving girls wants to play an impromptu game of actual Craps?”
“I guess that’s a no.”
“It’s a no. I do have a coin though.” Alma reached into one of her pockets and drew out a €1 coin, holding it up in front of Dani.
“Good enough,” Dani nodded, and she took the coin from Alma in a shaking hand.
“So how are you gonna spin this?”
Dani could feel a dim tension thudding away inside her as she gazed down at the small disc — the object that would decide her fate. “I guess… heads, I’ll stay. Tails, I’ll go home.”
“Alright then.”
With bated breath, Dani balanced the coin on the edge of her thumb and, after a second’s hesitation, flicked upward. With a soft ringing, the coin flipped through the air and landed heavily on Dani’s outstretched hand as it came back down. She clamped her other hand down on top of it, her chest heaving.
“And?” Alma was watching curiously.
Dani slowly removed her hand… and saw heads.
“Well then.” Alma shrugged. “I guess fate has spoken.”
“I guess it has.”
Dani placed the coin back on her thumb and looked squarely at Alma, a ball of tension tight in her belly. “Okay then. Heads, I stick with Luis’ table. Tails, I swap for another section. Is that okay?”
“Fine by me.”
“Great.” Dani bit her lip nervously, and flicked. The coin soared, landed, and was covered by her sweating palm. Dani slowly drew her hand away… and swallowed when she saw heads again.
“Alright then.” Dani handed the coin back to Alma, straightening her skirt and taking a deep breath. The butterflies, softly swirling in her belly this whole time, started to pick up their pace. “Fate has spoken, I guess.”
“You’re sure you want this?” Alma asked, watching Dani intently.
Dani let out a sardonic chuckle. “You really want me to start reconsidering?”
“I guess not,” Alma replied, mimicking Dani’s laugh. “Well, good luck then I guess. And give my regards to Mr Alvarez.”
“I will. Catch you later boss.”
Alma gave Dani’s shoulder a last affectionate squeeze before she marched off to her office, leaving the college girl alone with the decision she had made. The symphony of music and voices, which had seemed so muted and far away during her little crisis moment, now came rushing back in a great storm of noise, making Dani flinch a little.
She was still playing with the hem of her skirt as she started to move, her stiletto heels softly thudding into the carpet. Dani made an effort to slow her breathing and straighten her posture, the supple vinyl straining audibly against her fit body. She glanced around again and, humming anxiously under her breath, headed for her section.
As Dani rounded the bar and meandered towards the stage, her tables came into view. Against her best efforts to appear unfazed, she found herself squinting to try and locate Luis. It took only a couple of seconds to spot him: sat on table 11, right at the front, with more or less the same crew he had attended with last time.
Luis was dressed in a smart white shirt and olive-green trousers, with sparkling brown leather shoes on his feet. His jet-black hair was styled in a neat taper fade, and his flawless olive skin shined as he laughed, his usually firm green eyes briefly turned upward in a flash of mirth.
With almost-automated precision, his head snapped around as Dani approached and those same eyes focused, darkly piercing straight through her. Dani gulped hard as she froze on the spot; her palms were sweating again, and she felt a tingling sensation in the tips of her fingers as she held his gaze for what felt like an eternity.
In reality, it was barely more than a couple of seconds — her face burning, Dani yanked her attention away from Luis, turned on her heel, and practically sprinted back towards the bar.
“Fuck me,” she groaned under her breath, looking around nervously to make sure nobody could see the state she was in. Her heart pounded in her chest, drumming relentlessly against her ribcage. Dani snuck around the other side of the bar and balanced on her tiptoes to peer over at table 11, wobbling precariously in her heels.
Luis was back in conversation with his friends; laid-back, relaxed, an easy-going smile on his face. Dani could make out his awesome physique beneath his clothing — the bulging biceps when he lifted his drink to his lips, the shifting of his broad chest beneath his shirt. She was ogling him like a horny teenage girl, utterly unable to tear her eyes away, and a low moan snuck through Dani’s lips as she felt her moistening labia cling to the cotton of her panties. There was a dull ache spreading in her pussy, and Dani slid her fingers around the hem of her miniskirt with considerable agitation, knowing perfectly well that there was only one way to get rid of it…
Dani took a deep breath and, straightening her uniform, she stepped out and walked purposefully down the aisle towards her section. She reached table 13 first, and she cleared her throat a little too loudly as the table’s occupants turned to look at her. They were a stylish bunch, with the men in metallic silver tuxedos and the women in matching long dresses.
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