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Chapter 6

I close the door to Caesars, leaning against the door, sighing. It was just me, I was having my break outside. All I can smell is smoke, and I waft a bit out and step forward. Theres always a rush of people, and I have to side step out to avoid getting stamped on.

I lean against the building, breathing in the 'fresh' air. A few young lads (well they're about 16) go in and ogle me as they pass. One of them was pretty cute, but I'm married!

I get up, looking at my cell phone seiing thats its 5 minutes till my breaks over, and as I begin to walk, I feel something pinching my ass.

I flip round, slapping the person across the cheek as I do, and thats when I see who it was. Tom. He touched me. Eewwww!

"Whoa Bloss! Calm down! I was just being friendly!" He cries, fake offended.

"Tom, you don't do that to a girl that you know is taken! Especially one thats married!" I say, flaunting my ring wildly before his eyes.

"Don't start the marriage crap again. So, how are things?" He says as i begin to walk into the casino. My plan was Brick would see him behind me, and come and strangle him. But Brick was in the corner of the casino, deep in conversation with one of his old Blackjack mates.

"They're ok. Look, I gotta get on with work now, so please, just go gamble or something." I say as I head for the bar.

"Well, seeing as you're offering, I'll have a Smirnoff Ice, on the rocks." He says, patting my ass forawrd as if to send me off.

I'm pushed forward slightly by the force from his fondle, and I turn round and scowl at him, then resume to the bar. I really, really REALLY can't stand that guy.

I get his alcopop drink and go look for him to give him it. I spot him, chatting a girl up on the poker table. I'm standing like a yard away from Tom, and hes grinning in a supposedly seducing way, and some drunk guy bumps into me, sloshing Toms drink all over my top.

I cry out, as the cold drink hits my bare cleavage, and the grin on Tom's face grows. "Is this a wet t shirt contest? Cos those mumbo jumbos win for sure!" he says with a smile, not peeling his eyes away from my chest.

With a squeal of frustration I stomp over to Brick.

Hes takes one look at the sopping me and smiles. "What happened?"

"Some stupid drunk bumped into me. I'm wet, cold, and my top low cut enough and now its see through! Brick, quick, pass me your jacket or something! Everyone can see my nipples!" I say hurriedly.

He pulls his suit blazer thing off, and as he does his supervisor, Jerry, pops out of nowhere. He always seems to be able to do that!

"Your jacket is part of your uniform. Please ignore these...distractions...and get on with your work Brick!" He moans.

Brick nods, putting his jacket on helplessly, then signals that Jerry's a wanker as he walks off. "Sorry babes. Why don't you tie your towel around your tits, that way you're not exactly showing em off."

I roll my eyes, but take my towel from round my waist and tie it round my chest. It lifts my boobs up in a wonder bra way, but its better then showing them off bare!

I sulk back to the bar, getting Tom another Smirnoff Ice, then I skulk up to him once again, giving the drunk bloke who knocked into me evils as I pass him.

Toms eyes almost fall out of his head. "Even better!" he says out of breath.

"Heres your frigging drink. You better appreciate it. Thats 2.75." I say, holding out my hand for the money.

"I'd much prefer it if I could stick it down your panties, but If thats not possible, then here." he hands me a fiver. Great, now I have to come back to him with change.

I go over to the bar again. "Bob, how much longer?" I ask whining.

"Another two hours. Now move that big booty over to the stag do and order their rounds. Once you've given the dude his change ov course."

I roll my eyes. I hate Caesars Palace...

Later...

"I am soo wishing I could use my power of flight right now." I sigh as we reach the top floor on the huge flight of stairs on our dingey block of apartments. As Brick rummages around in his pocket for our keys, I look up, and I feel my heart stop.

"Brick, Brick look." I say, my voice so low its almost a whisper.

Brick looks up from his pockets.

On our door is a peice paper. And on it theres a big red stamp. It says in capital letters EVICTION NOTICE.

"Oh my god! Brick have we been evicted?" I cry.

Brick takes the paper from the door and reads its hurriedly.

"It says we got a week to get the $1000 we owe, or we're out on our ear. Shit. How the fuck we gonna get a grand within a weeks time?" Brick says angrily, throwing the door to the apartment open violently.

"I can't believe we're that much owed! You'd of thought they'd have told us when it reached $500 or something." I said, slouching onto the sofa.

I am totally shocked, but I always knew we were at least a little bit in debt. The amount of times we've had to use the fire escape to get to work to avoid the land lord (and you try doing that in a micro mini titchy skirt!) are too many to count.

I cuddle Brick close. "What are we gonna do?"

Brick takes a look at me sympatheticly, and I think I see sadness in his usually strong and brave eyes, before he answers. "I just don't know."

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