Randy Get's Randy

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                        Randy Get’s Randy3

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     Oh the sun is shining os beautifully and all is right with the world. It couldn’t be better, sun, sand even the waves are perfect. And here the waves are what you come for. Randy may have never had a better day at Atlantic City in his entire life. When done tanning, he thought, if I’m going to get in some time for the casino I’d better leave now.
Changing in his room there was time to take a fresh shower and look dapper for the girls when he hits the gambling room floor. Looking good enough to stand out is the only way of getting some attention from opposite sex in a room that size, he said; and he meant it. Not to mention all that cash as competition. But if he can a date for dinner tonight it will be all worth it.
      Randy hit three times last night, for six hundred each, that’s eighteen hundred dollars With his budget of two thousand for the week; he was ahead by at least a thousand dollars. That’s a first!.............At least for him. I just may go home with some money in my pocket, was just about the only thought in his head. Ahhhhh!...........To dream. I’ve already put back five hundred dollars, but if I can get this money home I may just balance the checkbook; an idea was developing in his head for once! Moving on away from that machine is the only answer to not putting it all back. He stopped, turned, looked, It can’t be!
      Then he said!..........I’‘ve been cruising and playing hit or miss for the larger part of an hour. And I know I look good. At least I did in the mirror back in the room. Deep blue sport coat and silk oriental print and power white slacks, all coming to a net worth of twelve hundred dollars have got to give me and outstanding image here on the floor. But that blond that’s been eyeballing me from in the corner has got beat by a mile.
     That mink ‘sleeveless’ she let’s touch the floor says that she’s alone. That six inch diamond wrap-around necklace she’s wearing put her out of his class; but maybe not. It could be a fake. It could be real; shit! If the diamonds on those ‘grey poured-into’ jeans are also real she’d be wearing a cool million easy. Five foot-eight inches and thin as a rail and wearing practical shoes. In that black see-through blouse and white strapless bra says she’s at least a thirty inch bust. And she wants me. He was just short of being overwhelmed by the promise of the evening.
     All right!........This is it; the moment of truth. Up in the room, he thinks, Randy you bastard you look so hot in the mirror, with those broad shoulders straight from great-granddaddy’s being black; forty inch shoulders on a man is good anywhere. And with the blond hair of two generations spent trying to forget, as mama says; you know you were looking good! But do you think it’s good enough? Make your move, boy, make your move; you put your shoes out to be polished and waited an hour for these damn elastic re-enforced Armani slacks to be pressed just so you can wear that stupid thin belt, that proves you have no weight, no-where. Like at one hundred thirty-five pounds, six foot three inches that was necessary. But it looks so good! And Randy!....You know you do to. 
     Here it comes!.........time for a decision. Randy, do you try for the prize? And Oh God!.....Are you going to have to hide that thousand dollars winnings you’ve still got, just to get it home? It may come to exactly that. Tonight is already factored in. And if he can just keep off the gambling room floor it’s all set. And if all goes well tonight; good boy you just may get lucky. Well let’s hope, he is. All you could is for everything to go perfect and she leaves the room before twelve o’clock tomorrow; check-out time. Good thing she is no Pro- so tonight you ought to be right on top of your budget. And in only a matter of hours out of here. And back to life in the burbs.
    Then it happens. As it were!.........He is not the only one with eyes on this hot piece of ass. Oh! We factored this in or so we thought. She’s already rejected three drinks from other guys brought to her by the waitress. And one of them was from this guy. You would think this meant she was waiting for Randy. But just now the waitress delivers a card from the guy at the nearby poker table with enough chips to choke a horse. The guy is either tonight’s big winner or he is loaded. And Randy’s got to face this when he is only half way to the girl.
     Look at him! The man is sooooo cool! It isn’t easy but he doesn’t miss his stride. Unseen! His stomach does a back flip! His heart doesn’t speed up, but is it possible? It slow down! In the next thirty yards he actually strikes a swagger in his walk. The man is so all-fired hot that when he fixes a stare on the girl from those dark eyes; she doesn’t take the card; she takes he tray from the waitress so she has something to hold on to. Then a few moments tater she gives it back; the card untouched. By now she is his, and his night and all but forgone conclusion.
     This is life in the would of Randy McFarlane. The gentleman has his way with the ladies. Let’s just say this is the month he balances his checkbook.5