Hot Summer With The Better Half.

You feel like passing out as the sun streams down on you with unbearable heat as you try not to. You can't even remember why you took this job in the first place, then you see the flash of a black centurion card as it pays for a glass of Henri IV Dudognon Heritage Cognac Grande Champagne. The bottle itself costing millions just because it's a hundred years old and decked in gold. Suddenly you remember why you took the job at the Vanderbilt Country Club. You adjust the red vest and black bow-tie of your uniform and do your best to look happy at your post. You pick up a tray of key lime pies and chocolate drizzled cheesecakes.

"Good after noon my fine sir, can I interest you a slice of this"...you pause trying to sound like one of them. "Decedent and...exquisite key lime? It's made with homemade, handmade graham crackers baked on site with organic ingredients. Or the chocolate cheesecake? It's made with eighty percent cacao and rich; divine and pure unpasteurized cream cheese." He looks up from his copy of Fortune magazine and laughs in his throat softly, It's that girl from school Diamond tiara's father...Filthy Rich.

"Why thank you young man, I think a little indulgence with some thing on the more succulent side won't hurt too much." He says as he takes a slice of key lime and makes little chuckles as he takes a bite. You feel so sick just looking at him as he runs a clean hand through his slicked jet black hair. You don't hate this man, far from it. You recall how people often blame or say types like him are poison that sit atop their gilded thrones and use the backs of the lower half as platforms, but you know not everyone on the other side of the velvet ropes are like that. You just feel pathetic for sucking up to him like this for money.

People tend to forget that some of the other half are self made, and they weren't all born into what they have. Filthy and his history with the Apple family a testament to that. They also tend to conveniently forget that some of them actually do contribute without just sitting at the top suckling at the teats of privilege. Steve jobs may not have been much of a coder or tech developer, but he did do some of the hands on work and was a master at designing and marketing, he knew how to sell an image that a majority of the population; even in death, gravitates too. Those who complain like that, you know the ones, have never known what it truly means to struggle. To be cold and hungry and suffering under the reigns of REAL tyranny.

"A bunch of spoiled college students living out of their parents or grandparents homes whining on national news that they can't afford affluent gadgets isn't suffering, being crammed in a drafty bedroom with siblings and eating rice and gravy, that's suffering." You finish telling him, he listens intently to every word and he gives little nods and soft 'uh hmmms' every now and then.

"I couldn't agree more young man, do you know how my grandfather got this family where it is today? He sold jars of spiced apple jam, and he never complained once about it! That little stand grew and grew until it blossomed into Bargain Barn stores nationwide...It's so nice to see ONE young person with the spirit and devotion to perseverance and not spoiled entitlement like so many...I mean just look at Diamond Tiara over there." You do just that, and you're in for a surprise.

Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon both sit at beach chairs in tight bikini thongs and tops, their skin glistens with thick coats of sunblock. You feel a tightness in the black uniform pants, you hope that her daddy won't see the tent you're pitching. "I love my daughter just the same, but I feel like I might have been spoiling her so much." He sighs and shrugs as he fishes into the pocket of his swim trunks and takes his wallet out, your eye lighten up as you can almost feel the touch of the big tip in your hand, despite technology marching on, the almighty dollar STILL talks...big time. "I really think she ought to be around young men like you and not the spoiled overgrown brats. Well for your troubles here's a well earned tip."

"Thank you sir, I"ll accept it with pride in my work." You hold your hand out as he hands you a fat twenty, crisp with purple ink on the numbers and shiny gloss on the stars. You feel like he handed you a million bucks, and it suddenly makes handing treats and drinks to rich customers all the more worth it. You get up and serve a few more customers, thought they aren't as giving as Filthy, nor are they as open to chat. The one that catches your attention the most however is Diamond Tiara herself.

She rings a silver bell on the seashell shaped table beside you but having read the name on your tag she calls you over by name specifically. Suddenly things are starting to get interesting. "Hello there Ms. can I interest you in some..."

"Can the hired help act Anon, we go to school together." She says as she stretches a leg out and starts rubbing the tender pink flesh with more sun block.

"What do you want Dia?" You ask her with the enthusiasm dialed down.

"Saw you talking to daddy, you were practically blowing him for a tip the way you greased his wheels with all that "Self made" Bull crap." She said as she took a sip from a plastic pineapple.

"Hey that's non alcoholic right?" You ask though you do catch a fain whiff of rum off her breath when she says in your face...

"You'd be surprised what the perks of a black card carrying "daddy," can get you." She says with her shades lowering exposing her devious little glare, she had deffinetly changed since she was a freshmen with you at C.H.S. Though she wasn't inherently mean to anyone these days, Diamond still had to have everything go her way, and she wanted the finest things in life. Her lust for luxury kept her from settling for less.

"Filthy's gonna flay you alive when he finds out you used his centurion card Di." Silver says as she sips her own drink, again you smell hard liquor in the mix, bad girls with connections, not something you ever thought you'd get mixed up in.

"He'll never know...and even if he does..." She briefly puts on a sad, little longing look in her eyes and you can hardly tell it's the same girl, she looks almost akin to that little cutie she was not too long ago. "Aww but daddy, Silvy and I were thirsty and just used it too buy something to drink by the pool. You saw those other girls on My Super Sweet Sixteen didn't you? Did his little Diamond ask for a Ferrari for HER sweet sixteen? Do I make you buy me expensive things and throw tantrums when I don't get it?...." Her facade fades and she giggles before it turns to a sinister chuckle. "I'd like to thank the academy."

"And the academy thanks you Diamond." Silver says high fiving her with her own little laugh, she doesn't need to whine and throw fits to get her way, the little psycho is a master manipulator in a way that girls like her can only dream about, and it's turning you on so much.

"SO did you want something? Or am I just wasting my time that could be spent fleecing these old bags?" You say trying to play her little game. You put on a facade of your own, as being just as disinterested in the situation and just as self centered as she is. It's like playing their own little games of hard to get, you only hope you can pull it off. Diamond seems to smirk seeing what you're doing, but it's a smirk that wants to play along.

"Hey...if you stick with Silver and me, you can knock off early, I think I can show around and the benefits this place can offer it's real members...but don't expect me to spot you if you can't keep up with it." She says folding her arms over her chest and pouting softly in a hallmark snooty manner. You scoff back just as snootily as her and show her the wallet fat with both saved up and today's tips.

"My parents may not be fortune five hundred members...but I know what it takes to appreciate the finer things in life, so Ms. Tiara, what was your idea for the first stop on your little tour of the high life?" You say giving her nose a little flick as she only laughs in her throat and gets out of her chair, drink in hand and that sexy tight thong riding up her and water running into the narrow valley of her cleavage. Silver does the same, and by the time they are beside you and leading you around, you're hoping this will end with both of them the ones glad they called you over.

"Ever played in high stakes before?" Diamond Tiara asks as she points across the sun deck and all the sunbathers lying like dead fish bronzing their skin in the hot sun to a neon light's forming a cocktail; a pair of dice, and four aces. Along with a single word, Casino.

"So that's how you wanna play it? Fine we'll play it your way." You say as your tongue licks her cheek slowly. to your surprise, she doesn't protest to this. She only hisses like the snake she is under her innocent little facade and bites on your ear as the three of you cross the threshold.

"Okay thirty four black for the gentlemen and the lovely ladies he's with!" The dealer at the roulette wheel calls as you drop the little orb onto the turning wheel. Diamond cuddles your side like a cat as Silver beside you sips on a well shaken martini. You never once ask how they can be allowed in here let alone get dibs on booze. The wheel turns and the little ball jumps and skitters from one slot to the next, your chips are stacking up, but you wonder just how long you can keep the guise of a high stakes high roller up.

The club casino is bustling with gamblers, the glow and noise of the slot machines; the rattling of five and roulette wheels, and the cries of joy at winning a jackpot, or despair at going bust.

You and the girls have been playing for a while now, and have racked up a sizeable amount of chips from a few lucky rounds of everything from blackjack to craps.

"Win this round and I'll be damn impressed." Diamond says as she starts to softly run her silky pink hand through your chestnut brown hair. You can only hear the silence as you watch the ball land of forty five red, seventy two black then double zero...finally it hit on.

"Thirty four black, we have a winner!" The dealer sends generous amounts of casino chips your way at least another hundred, and the tial being at least a few thousand if you cash in now. You and the girls had came in her less than an hour ago or so with little more than your tips and the girl's allowances pooled together. Diamond had you hit was the blackjack table first, you lost a good twenty bucks but made back fifteen, then the rest with an extra ten on a jackpot at the slots. All the while Silvy and Di, as you had taken to calling them, had been clinging to you with drinks in hand, they were notably more tipsy than they had been when you first entered the casino. Now with a good chunk of chips in their purses courtesy of their "little boy friend."

"So girls, you ready to call it in?" you ask as Silver Spoon giggles drunkenly before she began to twirl a finger around your chest. Diamond snuggles up to your cheek before kissing it softly.

"Awww come on cutie, you're doing so well but you have yet to see the real action. At the high rollers table!" She says before giving a cute little giggle as she and Silver lead you to a red velvet rope guarded section of the casino. The guests all dressed in pressed tuxedos, the booze there is top shelf and you swear you see a table of guests with their noses in what you think could be lines of pure uncut cocaine, an image that vanishes when you see they where only taking pinches of skoal, but you were so sure it was...

"I'm sorry sir but there's no need for the summer help up in the owners club, unless YOU actually have the two thousand in cash entry fee for non members." The grey man in the pressed striped suit says as he tries to shoo you away. Diamond flashes a paper business card in his face as does Silver.

"He's with us Hoity." Diamond says making Hoity gasps softly as he realizes his mistake and opens the velvet rope up for the three of you immediately. You pass the velvet ropes and look around, this is the owners circle. where the richest of the rich at this country club stake fortune five hundred salaries on a single hand of poker. You take a seat at the red padded table and join a game. Fancy Pants; Hoty Toity, Photo Finish (The adult one), and Blue Blood are dealt hands as the first round is set.

"Ugh! Honestly Diamond, have you some taste in men? This little runt reeks of lower class, you must be so low brow I bet the most artsy thing you ever appreciated was a book of Garfield comics." He says with gnashed teeth, you wonder just how stuck up snobs can talk like that without hurting their enamels.

"You here to question my upbringing or are you here to be beaten by the help?" You say as you're amazed at the cards you've been dealt. An ace of spades and a ten of spades! If you can get the remaining royal suits, you can't lose! A royal flush! You do your best to hide the partial good hand you got dealt and raise with a few chips.

"I call your raise...peasant." Blue Blood says with a grin as the next round is dealt. A queen and jack of spades! A royal flush!...well if...IF your fifth draw card is the king it will be. You can't lose!. You give a hearty all in and the table is in shock. The esteemed guests gasp at the notion as you add all the chips from the girl's purses to the pot.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Diamond shout whispers in your ear. "You lose all this money and I can assure you that you won't even be fit to lick my....boots." She says quickly remembering you're in public. She suddenly sees what cards you have then lightens up considerably. You practically see her licking her lips, for what exactly you can already visualize in your perverted little mind. The players fifth cards are dealt...score.

"Like you can back up the stakes of a game like this...A full house! What do you say to that common folk?!" Hoity says laying his hand on the table. You smirk at him and laugh in your throat softly.

"A royal...flush." You say planting every card on the table with joy as the girls sweep the casino chips into their purses, the whole pot, at least a grand or so...maybe more. The three of you start to leave but Diamond stops you.

"Hey! where you going?! We can walk away from this cleaning these chumps out!" She cries out tugging on your arm to go back. You only chuckle and stroke her soft marshmallow like purple and white hair, as your other hand does the same with Silver's.

"Trust me ladies, you got to know to hold em' and when to fold em'." As the three of you walk over to the cash out window, you and the girls look back to see you're right. As Blue blood buries his hands in his face and breaks down crying as does Hoity and Photo. They both have lost what little chips and "petty cash" they had left on hand to Fancy.

"Awwww...gone bust fellas?" You ask as the three of you laugh at his karma coming back to bite him. "come on girls, the hard earned dinero awaits." And you make your way to collect, but it's not over yet. The lovely ladies on your arms...are FAR from done with you.