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Debt with the Bunny Casino
🕑 Added 2022-03-29 03:10:02 +0000 UTCDebt with the Bunny Casino.
Samantha walked over to the ringing phone. “This better be good.” She picked up the phone and brushed back her long dark bangs.
“Hello? Make it quick I have a plane to catch.”
“Ms. Renniton?”
“Yes, who is this?”
“Were you at the Terrerson Hotel at nine p.m. last night?”
She twisted her long curls. “Maybe? Why does it matter?”
“We have an outstanding charge here. If you would please come down and. . .”
She slammed her hand down on the table. “Look, I just stepped inside your little establishment because I had to take a quick piss. I don’t get why no one can bother to have any kind of running facility for miles out in that area. I don’t care what you were doing in that hotel; I just needed to use the restroom. I don’t know how that equates to me having to pay.”
“Ma’am, it is policy that if you use the hotel’s services, you pay for them.”
“Even for a little old bathroom?” She crossed her arms. “Seriously, I shouldn’t have to be on the hook to relive myself. And even if I am, shouldn’t I just have to pay you a bottle of water or something like that?” She rolled her green eyes. “Ugh, fine, what is the payment cost here? How much do I owe you?”
“Come down to our office, and we can discuss this.”
Samantha shook her head. “No way. I have a plane to catch. I am going to the beach to go surfing. Nothing like this is going to get in my way.” She hung up.
“I can pay this bullshit when I get back. Humph.”
She hurried towards the door and grabbed her suitcases. “If I miss the opening night beach festival, I am going to sue that hotel.” Samantha rushed out the door. “See who is laughing then.”
***
Samantha pulled into the airport parking lot and jumped out of her vehicle, and in the process, she almost knocked a young man to the floor. As he shook his head, she snorted. “Watch where you are going.” She ran to her trunk and flung it open. “I don’t need you to slow me down.”
He spat at the ground. “You were the one who ran into me.” He pointed at his truck.” And look at what you did to my baby.”
Samantha rolled her eyes. “Oh, get over it. That piece of crap had that before I came along.”
“Why you little. . .”
“Why, sir, that is no way to talk to a lady.”
Samantha turned her head to see a man in a well-dressed suit approach. “Now I am sure what she did was an accident. Isn’t that right, miss?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “Ya, I guess so.”
The other man narrowed his eyes. “But what about my truck.”
The man in the suit gently put his hands on his shoulders. “My good sir, consider it a war wound to tell your friends.”
“Umm, sure.” He turned towards Samantha. “But I don’t want to have to see you again. Ok.” He turned around and walked off.
Samantha sighed. “I didn’t need your help with him. I was fine on my own.”
The man in the suit laughed. “I am sure you were.” He extended out his hand. “The name is Arnold.”
She left him hanging. “Well, Arnold, I have a plane to catch. So if you don’t mind.” She turned around and pulled her bags out of the back of her vehicle.
“Are you sure I can’t help you?”
“I have had enough delays as it is.”
“Please, I want to do something to help.”
She rolled her eyes. “What?”
He held out his hand. “Here, take this.”
She looked at the strange object in his hand.
“What is it?”
“A good luck charm.” He smiled. “I was going to give it to someone else, but they didn’t show up. You look like a nice enough fellow. Go on, take it.”
“I don’t know.”
“Hey, it brings good luck. You like good luck, don’t you?”
She sighed. “Fine.
But only because I need to get on the plane, and I want to end this conversation.” She grabbed the item out of his hand. “Hmm, it is a necklace. A nice looking one at that.”
He smiled. “Put it on.”
Samantha rolled her eyes. “You are just not satisfied.” She brushed her hair back and slid the glimmering necklace around her neck.
“There, are you happy now?”
“Yes, perfect.” He smiled and held up his hands. “You look just stunning. And I know you will look even more stunning in a bit.” He turned around. “I hope you enjoy your trip. It will be stunning.” He walked off laughing.
Samantha shook her head. “What an odd fellow.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Ahh, well. I have a flight to get to.” She picked up her bags and hurried off toward the airport. Samantha began to feel a slight tingle worm its way through her body as she walked. She shrugged her shoulders as she neared the terminal. “Ugh. I hope that this weird feeling settles down as I take off.” She shivered as she slid through the doorway.
“I don’t need my stomach to be jumpy while I am up in the air.”
She pushed her way into the airport lobby and smiled. “Finally.
Just a few minutes, I will be up in the air and on my way to a relaxing vacation.” She took in a deep breath. “I can’t wait.”
Samantha walked toward the clerk. “Excuse me, can you tell me where to find the flight to Cinder Island is?”
The woman didn’t bother to look up from her computer. “Do you already have a ticket, or do we need to order one here?”
“I have one here.” She set her luggage down. “Like, just give me a moment. I can find it, don’t worry.” She dug through the side pockets in her bags. “I know my tickets are here somewhere.” Samantha wiped the sweat that began to drip down her neck. “Phew, this is making me sweat, and I like don’t know why.”
Her hand finally grasped the ticket. “Like here we are.” She stood up and handed the lady the parchments. “One genuine ticket to Cinder Island.”
The lady took the ticket. “Miss, this is a ticket to the Terrerson Hotel in Californian.”
Samantha blinked. “Umm, what? I specifically remember buying tickets to head out to Cinder Island this morning. Let me see that.” She grabbed the ticket. “What in the living hell?”
“Can you not swear here?” The woman shook her head. “I swear you would think you would know where you were going to.”
“I do.” Samantha wiped the sweat from her brow. “Ugh, is it hot in here?”
The lady shook her head. “No. In fact, it is a tad too cold. My manager is the type who likes it that way for some odd reason.”
“Then something must be like crazy, I guess.” Samantha gulped. “Umm, can I have my flight changed?”
“Nope. Too late for that. Either you take this flight or head home.”
“Like I can’t do that!” Samantha groaned. “Ugh, my chest is like killing me.”
“If you are going to hurl, do it outside.”
Samantha rubbed at her stomach as she felt her waist tighten in on itself. “I don’t think I am going to puke. Is there really no way I can get to the island.”
“Look, I wish there was something I could do, but you arrived just five minutes too late. The gates to Cinder Island are already closed. So take this ticket or leave it.”
Samantha ran her hands through her hair. Her thoughts were starting to become heavy.
“Ugh, I umm. . .” She tapped her fingers on the side of the oaken desk. “I will go. I like can’t just not go on vacation now, can I?”
The woman behind the desk shrugged. “I don’t know. We don’t get vacations. Must be nice.” She looked up. “Is it just me, or are you skinner than when you walked in?”
Samantha looked down at herself. “Wait, do you really think so?” She blinked her eyes. “Wait, what? What in the world are you talking about?” Samantha shook her head. “Look, just tell me where my gate is so I can get on my flight, ok?”
The lady pointed to the right with her pale arm. “Head on down until you see gate twenty-seven. If you can’t find it after that point, well, I guess you really are screwed.”
“Umm, well, thanks for your help.” She grabbed her bags. “I will be on my way then.” Samantha made her way down the hall and sighed. “I wonder what happened to my Cinder Island flight? I swear that is where I was going to, not some odd hotel.” She shrugged. “Well, maybe they have a nice beachfront.” She smiled. “Maybe I can even spend time in the casino and see all of the cute guests.” She blinked her eyes. “Huh. What am I talking about? I should just focus on catching my flight.”
She continued down the hall until she spotted a massive gate with the number twenty-seven on it. “Here we are.” She walked forward until a small man in a uniform put his hand out. “Hold it right there.”
“Is there an issue?”
He narrowed his blue eyes at her. “I need to see your ticket.”
“Oh right.” She reached into her pocket. “Here it is.” He looked over the parchment, and she felt a smile forced its way onto her lips. “So, how do you enjoy being such a cute little height?” She giggled.
“Huh?”
Samantha’s cheeks flushed red as she realized what she had just said. “Oh shit, nothing. Does everything check out?”
He snorted. “Yes, you can get on. I would hurry, though, before they take off.” He stepped aside. “Have a nice day, miss.”
“Why, thank you.” She grabbed her luggage and hurried down the corridor. Once she was far enough away from him, she said, “What is wrong with me? Why did I say such a foolish thing?” She giggled. “But it was funny, though.” Her cheeks flushed red. “Like, even thinking back on it now, I can’t believe I said that. So cool.” She neared the door to the plane. “And he is like the perfect height and all to squeeze in my breasts.”
She giggled.
Samantha took a deep breath as she reached for the door.
“Ok, calm down.” She twisted the door handle. “I don’t know what is happening and like why I am having such strange thoughts but get it together.” She slid the door open and stepped onto the plane.
She slid her way onto the plane and down the aisle towards her seat. “Wow.”
She blinked her eyes as she slid her bags into the overhead compartments. “I don’t see too many people on this flight.”
An elderly man a few seats down groaned. “Can you please be quiet?”
Samantha sighed. “I was just. . . Oh, never mind.” She slid down into her seat. “I just like hope this flight is quick.” She rolled her shoulders as she felt her shirt tighten. “I don’t want to be trapped here. Gawd, my shirt doesn’t feel right.” She looked down at her chest and overlooked the fact that her breasts had grown. “Ugh, it is going to bug me the entire way there.”
This is your captain. Please put your seatbelts on; we will be taking off shortly.
Samantha did as she was told. “Like wake me when we get there.” Then, she closed her eyes and dozed off.
***
She was jostled awake by a gentle hand. “Excuse me, miss. We have landed.”
“Huh?” Samantha shook her head. “I was like having the strangest dream.” She sat up.
“I thought I was going to vacation on an island but then somehow got tricked or something to going someplace else. Like a hotel or something silly like that.” She giggled. “Like who would go and vacation at a hotel. That doesn’t make sense. It just must have been a silly old nightmare.”
“Look, miss, can you please get off the plane?” Samantha looked into the stern eyes of the piolet. “I don’t like floozies taking naps on my plane after we have landed.”
She sat up. “Floozy? Who are you calling a fucking floozy?”
“I am calling you one, you big-breasted bimbo.” He twisted her around and pushed her down the aisle. “Now, get off my plane.” He threw her luggage at her.
She snorted. “I have never been treated so badly in all of like my short life.” She turned around and stormed off. Only once she was off the plane did she feel the jiggling of her breasts. “Huh?” Samantha looked down at her chest in shock. “Like what happened to me?” She dropped her bags. “How did my babies get so big?” She took in deep breaths. “Like, what am I going to do?”Her eyes flashed. “I look so good now.” She giggled. “My giant jiggling boobies. Like what luck. I wonder how it happened. Eh, I don’t need to like dell on it too much.” She held her hand against her head. “Ugh, god, why are my thoughts like getting all jumped up. I need to find a place to stay.” She held up her hand. “Taxi! A car came to a stop, and she opened the door. “Thank you.”
The man at the wheel asked. “So, where to?”
She scratched at her forehead. “Umm, I like don’t know. I thought I knew just a bit ago.”
“Look, lady. As much as I would love to help out someone as beautiful as you, I need a location.”
She held up her hand. “The Terrerson Hotel.”
“Ok then. Hold on tight.” She gripped the side of her seat as the man sped off. “Oh my.” She giggled as her boobs bounced up and down. “Please go faster.”
The man laughed. “I am only going to go the speed limit, miss. I won’t break it even for someone like you.” He looked into the rearview mirror. “Didn’t you have dark hair when you stepped into the cab?”
She giggled. “Like, what would make you think that?” She brushed her bangs aside as they turned a lighter and lighter shade of blonde.
“Like they have always been this color.”
The driver’s eyes went wide. “I must be seeing things.” He shook his head. “Look, we are almost here.”
“Oh, goody.” She smiled and clapped her hands. “Thank you again, sir.”
“Umm ya.” He pulled to a stop. “Here we are.”
She unbuckled and jumped out of the car. “Ya.” Samantha ran around to the other side and grabbed her things. “I hope you have a good rest of your day.”
“Hey, wait. Miss, you forgot to pay.”
She blinked in confusion. “Oh right.”
She laughed and walked over. “Of course, I will pay.” She made a motion for him to roll down his window.” He rolled his eyes and, after a moment, did as she asked him to do.
“Ok, what?” He shrugged his shoulders.
She reached inside the car and kissed him. “There you go. Payment in full.” She giggled and danced away.
“Hey, get back here!” He raised his fist in anger. “You tramp.” He slammed his fist down on the horn. “I knew something was off about you. I should have gotten your information. God dammnit.”
She ran up towards the hotel entrance. “That was exhilarating.” Samantha took a deep breath. “Like wow, my blood is still pumping.” She took a deep breath. “I am finally here, though.” She looked around. “And why did I come here?” She looked up at the massive building before her. “Oh god, like I remember this place now.” A shiver went down her spine. “All of the bimbo’s working in tight outfits on the casino floor. They were always so happy and such. It was like so weird.” She shook her head. “Like, why did I come back here?”
“Hey, you?”
Samantha pointed at her chest. “Me?”
“Yes, you. What are you doing out here?”
“Like I don’t know?” She scratched at her head. “Like I am not sure what I am doing here in the first place. Everything in the last few hours is such a blur. Things are so weird right now.”
The man in the red velvet suit walked closer to her. “I don’t want to know your whole life story. I just want to know why you are out here instead of making us money right now.” He put his hand on his brow. “Look, what is your name.”
“Samantha. I know that much.”
He snorted. “Well, Samantha. I know that you should be working inside on the casino floor.”
“Wait, that doesn’t sound right. I am umm. . .” She scratched at her chin. “Give me a moment.” She held up her hand. “I can figure this out.”
“Look, as amusing as this is to watch, you are in our records.” He held up a tablet. “See. Samantha Renniton.”
“That umm. How?”
“Because you work for us? How doesn’t that make sense?” He took a deep breath. “Look, can you please just get inside. Before I make you work even longer?”
She nodded her head. “Like, ok.” She made her way towards the door.
“Oh, and one more thing. Switch into something more appropriate for work. Get out of that awful drab.” He turned around and walked into the building.
Samantha took a deep breath. “Like, what is wrong with my outfit?” She looked at herself. “I do look a tad underwhelming, I guess.” She narrowed her eyes. “I hope they have a good wardrobe for me to play with. I can’t stand to look at myself anymore.” She crossed her arms. “Ugughhh.”
She followed the man into the building turned at the first door. There she found a wardrobe room. “Perfect.” She clasped her hands together. “Let’s see here.” She bent over and caused a massive tear in her pants to form as her ass began to swell. “Oh, gwad, I can’t wait to try all of this on.” She giggled as her hair became more and more curly, and she threw her top onto the floor.
“Like fuck, why didn’t they let me in here before?” She threw off her torn pants and danced over to the dresser. She pulled out a skin-tight jumpsuit that showed off her glowing skin, luscious bouncy breasts, and giant ass. “Like god.” She looked at herself in the mirror. “I look utterly gorgeous.”
There was a knock at the door. “If you are done changing, you are needed out on the floor.”
Samantha smiled. “Oh, goody.”
She rushed to the door and thrust it open. The man on the other side smiled. “We are happy you are here to finally work off your debt.”
She giggled. “Like, what are you talking about? I work here, right?”
He patted her on the shoulder. “Of course, miss. Now get out there.”
