You watch eagerly as the ball starts to dip. It hits the diamonds, and heads towards the numbers. Bouncing wildly it flirts with a few places, before ending up settling on one.
"Black 17." The croupier announces to the table.
You give a whispered, 'Yes!' under your breath.
However, you are still a little confused about what you've just bet... and more importantly what you've won.
"Won"... it feels good.
As you look around expectantly you feel your trousers needing some adjustment. You try not to be obvious as you adjust yourself.
But the croupier nods at you, "Congratulations sir."
Your confusion must still be written on your face. He nods towards your crotch, making you blush. Oh God... He's not gay... Not that you object... It's just not your thing...
"Err... Thank you." you blurt out.
Guessing your next move he slides the touch-screen over towards you.
You snatch it up, and head off, only just managing not to break into a run. As you go, something feels ...off...
Now you are away from the table you try to adjust yourself again. That's when you discover what was at stake. Your fingers aren't mistaken as you trace the outline of your enlarged... enhanced cock. There's an extra swagger in your step as you go.
You decide you like this place. And groan as you finally understand the croupier's meaning. You still feel a little too embarrassed to return to the table. Perhaps later, you tell yourself. Slowly you look around at the wide variety of games. You feel like a kid in a sweet shop.
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