An Evening at the Copa

by melanieatplay

©Copyright 2019 by melanieatplay

Chapter 1

Introduction: A coat check girl has an erotic evening in 1960's Las Vegas.

“Thank you, Sir, here’s your ticket,” I said politely as I handed the older gentleman the small stub of paper in exchange for his coat.

He very subtly looked up and down my body appraising my curves while handing me his coat. I knew I would have received a much longer, lingering review had his wife not been directly behind him. After the man gave me a very affable smile, his wife looked directly into my eyes and delivered an unmistakable, yet unspoken message of ‘Back off, I know your kind’ and quickly pulled him away towards the slot machines.

I looked down at my watch, it was almost nine o’clock and my shift was nearly over. I sighed as I hung the man’s coat in the designated spot of the large closet and then filed his ticket stub so his coat could easily be retrieved later by the girl who would soon relieve me.

It was a pretty simple job really. I was one of the ‘Coat Check Girls’ at the Sands Casino in Las Vegas, and trust me, it didn’t require much mental ability. It took my boss all of fifteen seconds to explain the job requirements: Give the guest a big flirty smile, get his coat, give him his portion of the ticket stub, and then file our portion of the stub in the Rolodex. A monkey could do my job, but we weren’t exactly hired for our intellectual aptitude anyway. My co-workers and I were something pretty to look at when the guests arrived, but the focus was to get them to the casino floor so the Sands Corporation could begin relieving them of their money.

I knew I was destined for greater things, but because I was still in high school, this was a job that I could do after school and on the weekends, that provided extra money that helped my mom support me and my little brother. At first, she was furious when I told her I had lied on the application form saying I was eighteen which was two years younger than my true age. God, she didn’t even talk to me for a week! However, when I brought home $11 in tips for just one night’s work, she quickly changed her tune.

My boss didn't even look twice at my age on the application form because I had everything he was looking for: I was tall, blonde, big boobs, and I had a pretty smile. As an added bonus, I could hold a coquettish, thirty-second conversation with our guests while taking their coats. That of course, wasn’t a job requirement in 1960 Las Vegas, but it did help me get better tips than all of the other girls.

Thank God, Mary is finally here to take over, and she’s only five minutes late.

“How are you, Doris?” she said, emphasizing every syllable in my name in her usual smug, nasty tone.

Bitch.

“I’m doing wonderful, Mary,” I purred in a syrupy sweet voice while flashing her my best fake smile, “it’s Friday night and the guys are tipping so well sweetie,” making a very blatant point of showing her the coins and even some dollar bills in my tip jar. “I know you’ll make a lot of money tonight, have a wonderful evening.”

She rolled her eyes and gave me another vile look. I tried, probably unsuccessfully, to keep some of the condescension out of my voice as I grabbed my money and garment bag without giving her a second look. She’ll be lucky if she makes a tenth of what I made tonight.

No one likes a bitch.

I proceeded to the bathroom that was just off the coat check area and immediately went into one of the stalls to change out of my simple work uniform and shoes into what I was going to be wearing for the evening. I looked at my watch.

Shit.

Mary’s tardiness had made me late and I didn’t have much time.

I opened the garment bag and retrieved my new clothes: A flapper style, short, black sleeveless chiffon cocktail dress. The very sexy little frock had two layers of accordion style pleated chiffons that fell on my upper thighs and the dark black color was the perfect contrast to my long blonde hair. I also purchased a very sexy, red lace, panties and matching bra that would go perfectly with my new dress. I again rummaged through the bag and found my new pair of four inch, beaded ankle cuff, dusty pink, open toe, ankle wrap sandals and expeditiously put them on.

After getting dressed, I stepped out of the bathroom stall and heard the clicking of my heels on the opulent marble floor. I approached the sink and quickly checked my look in the mirror. The pins were holding my stylish beehive hairdo up immaculately and I touched up my bright red lipstick that perfectly matched my painted toes and fingernails. No one would have ever guessed I had just completed an eight-hour shift in a stuffy, hot coat room.

Chapter 2

My mom thought I was going to my friend Jenny’s house to spend the night with her once I finished working. In reality, my plans for the evening were a little different than what I told her this morning.

While walking past the coat check area, I gave Mary another sweet smile while she took a heavy coat from a man who had just approached her station. I watched as she silently mouthed the word, ‘whore’ as I walked by.

I gave her another sweet smile and extended my middle finger up to my nose, pretending to scratch a spurious itch. I inwardly smiled upon witnessing the shocked, horrified look on her face after she observed my little finger gesture.

“Doris, you look good enough to eat,” exclaimed Jimmy, the evening concierge, as I approached his desk.

“Well, aren’t you just full of compliments tonight,” I said sexily while handing him my garment bag for safe keeping.

He spoke to me in almost constant sexual innuendos, but I didn’t mind. He was a nice guy who looked out for me and threw me these jobs when he could. Of course, he got his cut, that was just how Las Vegas worked.

“He’s in room 1705,” Jimmy said, in a hushed tone, making sure no one overheard what he told me.

My eyes widened.

“The seventeenth floor?” My heart suddenly skipping a beat, “You mean in one of the Penthouse Suites?”

“Yeah, I don’t know much about him, his people said he wanted someone young and I immediately thought of you. The only other thing they told me was that you needed to ask for Sam.”

Jimmy didn’t need to say anything else. If he was staying in the Penthouse, then he was a big deal.

“You had better get going, they want you there by 9:30 and that only gives you a couple of minutes,” he said while stowing my bag in one of the drawers in his large oak desk.

“Thank you so much for thinking of me Jimmy,” I said nervously.

“Relax, you look amazing, and you’ll do fine.”

I forced the best smile I could and hoped he was right. I turned and proceeded through the casino towards the large bank of elevators. The flashing lights and sounds of the slot machines immediately caught my attention as the gamblers fed them with an almost religious zeal. I could also see and feel the hungry eyes on me as I made my way through the table gaming area. I always received some looks from men in my work uniform. However, this short, little black dress took the lustful gazing and gawking to a whole other level and frankly, I wasn’t used to it.

I could hear loud cheers and boos as the gamblers won and lost tens of thousands of dollars playing blackjack, craps, and roulette. The whimsical excitement of people risking their fortunes on games of chance was a very welcome diversion from the nervousness I was feeling.

To be honest, I had only done this three other times before. Through casual conversation, I had told Jimmy a month ago how difficult things were financially for my mother and I. Admittedly, I was aghast when he approached me a couple of days later with his solution to my monetary troubles. Two of the guys he set me up with just wanted to eat dinner and talk with a pretty girl. They were businessmen who were on the road and missed their families and wanted some friendly company to help them deal with the loneliness associated with being so far from home. The other guy wanted much more than just friendly conversation over a meal.

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