Colorado has a few old mining towns that have gambling. Recent laws have disallowed smoking while finally bringing in craps and roulette along with all the other traditional games so now it’s pretty fun to hit Blackhawk and Central City for an evening of entertainment.
I was in Blackhawk with some friends on Saturday night. We decided to stay the night so I decided I’d increase my gambling budget since we literally had all night if we wanted it. I lost my entire budget of $400 on the craps table in about two hours spread over three casinos. As I contemplated what the hell to do for the next five hours, one of my buddies was doing well on the craps table and I decided to tap into the last amount of cash I had out of sheer boredom and stupidity. $67.
I took my $67 over to the roulette table and loudly announced to everyone I wanted one-dollar chips for my entire nest egg. There were three other people at the table and two of my friends joined me. Yes, the infamous $67 buy-in.
I was given my chips and loaded up the number 32 and surrounded it on the corners as well. I had six bucks on 32 and one dollar on each of the four corners.
As other people made their bets, I checked out the three strangers at the table. They were together. One person was an incredibly gorgeous woman, probably about thirty years old. She had on an extremely short and tight low cut dress that showed off a spectacular set of fake boobs. She was tan, had a nose ring, long hair and a sparkling smile.
The dealer called out no more bets and we watched as the ball bounced around and around, and into number 32. Woot! It paid me $242. The hottie was excited too because she had put a chip on one of the corners which paid her $8. The hottie’s friend was about the same age, overweight, average looking and dressed conservatively, but she was loud and gregarious.
We started placing bets again and the hottie’s friend decided to stack a few chips on the 32 with me. As I tried not to stare too long (I was definitely staring) at the hottie’s rack, I also watched the ball spin around and noticed the third person in the group of strangers.
The ball bounced around and hit one of the numbers surrounding the 32 of which I had two corners so I won $16. The hottie’s friend was mad 32 didn’t hit but I told her to be patient. The third person whispered something in the hottie’s ear and she gave an over-exuberant laugh in response. It was as fake as her boobs. Although it was still pleasant; like her boobs. The ball spun a few more rounds with random small wins for someone most of the time.
I stacked up the 32 yet again, surrounded it and also played 27 and the zeros. As the ball spun, I watched the third person that had whispered in the hottie’s ear. He was probably 70 years old. Tall, skinny and white hair. He had grandpa skin and wore tan trousers pulled up over his belly button and a cheap looking flannel shirt. He had on bifocals and I spied a pen tucked in his front shirt pocket.
The ball bounced around and landed in 32! I was paid $242 again. The hottie’s friend had three bucks on there and was paid $105. The hottie was mad she didn’t have a chip on 32 and the old man consoled her by rubbing her back lightly.
We hooted and hollered and I looked at the hottie’s hooters while the ball spun again. And landed in 32 for the second time in a row and third time since I was playing. Good thing I added some chips to it while still surrounding it on the corners. I was paid $347 this time. Even the hottie got in on the action this time.
I pocketed most of my winnings and decided to up my bets on 27 and the zeros to four or five bucks. I watched the old guy and the hottie interact. It was clear they were comfortable with each other, indicating maybe this wasn’t their first time hanging out. The old guy would shuttle back and forth between the roulette table and the bar to bring the hottie drinks to circumvent the slow waitress. There were never more than slight touches; although more than what a father does to his daughter (or granddaughter) but less than what one does with a woman he loves.
The ball bounced around and hit the zero. I forget what I won because I had split them and frankly I had a lot of chips tucked away in my pocket so I wouldn’t spend them again. I whispered back and forth to my friends wondering what they thought was going on there with the unlikely threesome.
The ball spun again and the hottie and old guy did some sort of pinky promise that her number would hit. The old guy assured her and she smiled with her chest jutting out in eager anticipation while still looking slightly uncomfortable. Her number didn’t hit, but 27 did. $175 more for me – right into my pocket.
We quietly suggested scenarios to each other. Father with his hot daughter and her best friend? Stripper with a regular and she informed him he’d have to take care of her friend too? Escort? But who hires a working woman and drives her an hour and a half to a casino to play roulette with her friend?
The ball spun and I placed much smaller bets – a few bucks on 32 and one each on 27 and the zeros. Something else hit and I kept to this same bet for a few more rounds. The old guy seemed to be getting more physical with the hottie, touching her for longer periods and leaning in closer. She kept throwing chips all over the table while being bouncy.
27 hit again. I let the dealer keep the payout of $35 on top of the tips I had already left her. I cashed out. My $67 turned into $840. Add on the $60 of tips and it was nearly $900. I was happier than the old man’s pants. Assuming he could be happy. All we could do was wonder.
So we wondered for the next hour after we left. I suggested we are all being judgmental and that perhaps the hottie and the grandpa are in love, have adopted orphans and work in philanthropy. Yeah, we laughed about that for quite a bit. Then I suggested that perhaps the old man is a stallion and she is using him for sex. Miracles happen.
We couldn’t agree for sure what the dealio was there at the roulette table, other than it wasn’t natural. And I’m not talking about the tits. I just wonder what he paid her, what he got for it, and how her friend was involved. And whose money were the girls playing at roulette?
All I know for sure is the hottie’s friend is going to play 32 the rest of her life and apparently Blackhawk is a mini Vegas with nothing mini about the boobage.