Gambling with your underwear

I once took off my panties for a guy who was in a hot line at a craps table at a casino in Vegas. I have offered my $500 dollars for them. They are pink. And they’re from Frederick’s of Hollywood.

He told me I needed my underwear to keep his luck alive. At first I just thought he would come to me. But the look in his eyes, almost hopeless, made me think differently. Somehow the guy I watched won over the last 2 hours came to the conclusion that his hot streak is coming to an end Situs Casino Bet88 .

Most gamblers don’t think this way. When they win, they think there’s nothing they can’t do. Even when their hot steak was over, they kept betting thinking the hot punch would come back any day. This is usually their biggest mistake. My philosophy is always to stop when you are ahead. Walked away from the table while the scribbling was still going on. And never look back.

This person thinks otherwise than most gamblers. He was sure he would lose. I think he is a realist. He was desperate to keep the line alive. And he was glued to my panties.

I was young and stupid at the time and I fell in love with the romance of gambling. I told the man that I would give him my pants. And I will give it to him for free. All he had to do was send some of his luck my way.

I walked into the casino bathroom and took off my pants. As I walked back to the craps table, I dropped the panties on his lap. He gave me a pearl white smile, kissed my hand and said I was a lucky woman.

I left the craps table and went to the Black Jack table. That night I won big. It was one of the biggest winning nights of my young life. Was it because the dice on a hot streak sent luck my way? I usually don’t believe in luck when it comes to gambling. I believe in a very good gambling system that has been tried and tested.

But then again, if it was luck, all I had to pay for was a $40 dollar pair of pink panties from Frederick.

The man at the craps table went on to win that night. Is it because of my underwear? I don’t think so. But I wonder what would happen if I didn’t wear my panties to the casino that night?

(c) Pamela Pompeii

Pamela Pompeii is a resident article writer.