I lay on my front, hands bound behind me, legs spread. Mistress had yanked my hair back, forcing my head up to make me watch her fucking me. I was desperate to cum as she had been edging me for what seemed like hours, but she was holding an ice cube against my clit.Maybe it hadn’t been such a good bet, after all…~~~~~The condo in Monaco was beautiful. It was spacious, airy, modern, well-equipped, with a gorgeous view of Port Fontvielle, and within sight of the Palais des Princes de Monaco, the Royal Palace. And, of course, very expensive, as just about anything owned by Miriam’s family would be.Miriam had an appointment to see an important civil servant in Monaco for the family business, and they had agreed to meet for a late lunch, around 13:30. She wanted me to come along, both in my role as her office assistant, and to flirt with him.I pouted. I was on vacation, and I told her so.She smiled sweetly at me. “You will come along as my office assistant happily, and with a smile on your face – for which I will reward you later – or you will come along because I order you to, but without the reward. Now, you have an absolutely free choice: Which would you rather do?”So, I went along as her happy, flirtatious office assistant.At least it was a nice lunch. The civil servant, Otto, was in his fifties, but trim, and good-looking, so I had no problem flirting with him. I’m not sure if it helped Miriam or not, but it was fun.And the food was good. Miriam was always surprised with how much I would eat when I was hungry. I told her it was the fucking that did it. It helped me work up an appetite…and did you say something about a reward after lunch?Which is how we wound up, naked, in bed at around 15:30. I had finished warming Mistress up and was just starting to lick and nibble her pussy lips when her cellphone rang. I pouted when she picked it up and looked at the display.“It’s Ilsa,” Mistress said, sat up, and answered.Ilsa Bruner was Hans’ executive assistant. I had met her, and she scared me. She was forty-five, slim and grey-haired, immensely competent, very stern, and Hans trusted her implicitly. I think I’d rather fight a dragon than go up against Ilsa…especially as Hans would always back her up.“Hi Ilsa, I have Nika with me,” Miriam said, putting the phone on speaker.“Good. That will save time. We just got a call from Kristol, Ivan’s friend. She was calling for Katja DeJong. The call was routed to me, as Hans’ assistant, and I told her Katja was on assignment out of town.”I moved between Mistress’s legs and started to get busy again, hoping to be able to distract her. She swatted me, but I dodged and kept at it.“Excuse me a moment, Ilsa,” Miriam said, and put her hand over the phone. “Nadu!” she snapped at me.I thought that was unfair, but she gave me no choice. I immediately knelt up on the bed in Nadu, eyes down. “Now listen, you little brat!” Then she took her hand away from the phone. “Sorry, Ilsa. What do you think we should do?”There was a pause at the other end of the phone, then Ilsa said, slowly, “I think… Katja should decide what she would do.”Mistress eyed me, then replied, “Yes, I think you’re right. Okay, Katja, what would you do?”I thought quickly and reviewed what had happened with Kristol and Ivan. They thought they had blackmail material on Katja in the form of pornographic photos of me with Ivan and Kristol. So, Katja would be anxious about what they might do with them, and eager to respond.“I think Katja should call as quickly as she can. I think Kadıköy Escort she’ll be anxious to find out what Kristol wants. After all, she’s an eager, young intern, and she should be worried about what happened in Berlin, and about the photos that Ivan took. So, yes, she should return the call, and soon.”Mistress nodded, “I think Katja’s right. Now, what do we think Kristol is going to want, and what should we tell her?”The conversation went back and forth for some time, with all three of us offering ideas. Finally, Mistress wrapped it up. “Okay, Katja will speak with Kristol, and sound her out, see what she…which presumably means Ivan…wants. Nika may have to improvise, and I’ll listen in and nod or write her notes, but she’ll have to run the conversation. Are we agreed?”There was a pause, then Ilsa said, “I think we should trust Katja. Her instincts seem to be good. Maybe Hans should give her a raise!” And she laughed.Although I was still in Nadu, I gave a fist-pump in celebration.“Obeisance!” Mistress snapped, and I fell forward onto my face.Mistress sighed. “Yes, okay, Ilsa. I think you’re right. Katja will improvise. Let Hans know what we decided, okay?”“Yes, of course, Miss Miriam. ‘Bye.” And she was gone.Mistress looked at me, thinking.~~~~~“Hello, Kristol? It’s Katja DeJong. You wanted to speak with me?”“Katja! How delightful to hear from you! How are you, girl?”I looked at Mistress, who was lying in bed next to me. We were both still naked…and I still hadn’t had my after-lunch reward!“I…I’m fine, thanks, but in a bit of a hurry. Can I call you back later?”“No, it’s fine, I’ll be quick. You made a big impression on Ivan. He’s actually sorry he didn’t get to say good-bye the other day, and he never says that! He’d like to see you again.”“Oh.” I gulped, and Mistress poked me in the ribs. “I…I’m in Amsterdam now, working on an assignment here. I don’t think I can come to Berlin.”“No, actually that works! Ivan is going to be in Antwerp later this month, and I’m sure he wouldn’t mind making a side trip to see you. Would you like me to make arrangements to see him? He’s really very eager to get together with you again.”I let the silence run for a bit, “I…I’m not sure, Kristol. That night was…well, it was not something I’m proud of. I’m…I’m really a very good girl, and…well, things got…out of control for me. A bit. Really.”“I completely understand dear. But Ivan was most insistent.”“But…but I’m not really like that! I’m not a bad girl, and that night was… Oh! It was so different from anything I’ve done before. It just wasn’t like me… and… I’m not that kind of a girl!”Kristol waited until I was finished then said, “I know dear, that was very clear to both of us. That’s actually one of the things Ivan liked so much about you. You are so pure, so sweet and innocent…and he appreciates that.”I let the silence stretch.“Look, why not just meet him for a drink, okay? Then make a decision. He’s really a charming man, and a lot of fun. You’ll have a good time, I guarantee it!”“Um…” I swallowed noisily, and Mistress covered her mouth, smirking at me. “I guess? I suppose I could meet him for one drink.”“Excellent! Ivan is really good to his friends. He appreciates them, and makes sure they know it. You won’t suffer for it, I’ll make sure of that. And who knows? Maybe this could be the start of a whole new chapter in your career. Ivan can make things happen for you. He’s a very influential man!“I’ll be in touch when I know Ivan’s dates and Kadıköy Escort Bayan we’ll set something up. You take care, now…and don’t let them work you too hard, okay?”“Uh, yes, sure. And…thank you Kristol.”She chuckled. “It’s no problem, sweetheart. We’ll see you. Kiss, kiss, bye!”And she was gone. Mistress threw her head back and laughed, banging her head against the headboard. “Oh fuck, that was funny! ‘Oh, Katje, you’re so sweet, and pure, and innocent! Kiss, kiss, kiss!’” Then she started kissing the air.I was shocked. Mistress almost never used profanity. Then she caught my eye, and I started to laugh, and soon we were both rolling around on the bed, holding each other and laughing.And then we were rolling around on the bed…and we weren’t laughing anymore.That was more fun…I mean, Mistress called Ilsa again, and briefed her on what happened, and promised to call Hans to discuss it later. But then she looked at me and indicated that I should lie back on the bed.I was there in a flash, arms open and knees spread wide, waiting…and she wasn’t far behind me. And she brought her crop.She rewarded me for my patience by swatting my kitty three times, which is always a turn-on for me, then used her mouth to ease the burn.It didn’t take me long to cum after that, and Mistress wasn’t far behind me.~~~~~After that, we both napped. When we woke up, Miriam decided we’d go to the Monte-Carlo Casino for dinner, and then gamble for a while, just for fun. She had me call for reservations, and her family name got us the promise of a nice table.So, we dressed for the casino, as required. The casino really wanted people to wear formal evening attire, but it was summer, and the dress code was relaxed slightly. Still, Mistress enjoyed dressing up, as do I, so we both wore more formal clothes, and I wore the silver collar with the wolf’s head that Mistress gave me for public wear.[img]https://upload.lushstories.com/1432292001-Nika’s gold collar with wolf.jpeg[/img]Mistress’ dress was long and a shimmering white, mine was short and black, we both wore high heels, and we had our hair up. I did Mistress’ and my own, of course, although she helped with mine. We both made ourselves up as glamour-pusses, and I thought we both looked good enough to eat…which was what I had in mind for later, anyway.Mistress, when formally dressed, looks like a queen. She commands instant respect and attention. I, on the other hand, look like a sexy snack…which is, fundamentally, what I am. And I’m perfectly okay with that, as long as I can be Mistress’ snack.We got a cab to the Monte-Carlo Casino, drew interested stares as we arrived, and had a lovely supper at a table where we could see and be seen. As two sexy exhibitionists, that suited us just fine.We talked about what Ivan might want, about Monaco, and the weather, and the water, and what it must be like to live here, until we finally finished our supper, then wandered over to the Casino proper.I was fascinated by the beautiful rooms, the well-dressed people, and all the glamour. Mistress told me not to be a country bumpkin – the Casino’s purpose was to separate fools from their money, and make them like it.I asked why she gambled.“Because I enjoy it. But I’m not fool enough to think they’re going to make it easy for me to win.” She gave me €1,000, and told me I could keep anything I won over that…but would have to work off anything I lost.“And what will I have to do to work off my debts?” I asked her in Escort Kadıköy my best, innocent girl voice. She just smiled down at me.I figured I couldn’t lose, whether I won or lost money. And I wanted to have some fun.We walked around for a while, with Mistress describing the games to me, and telling me how hard – or easy – it was to lose money at each one. “Stay away from the slot machines,” she said, “They have lots of bright lights and sexy sounds for a reason…to distract you from the fact that they are robbing you blind, okay?”Craps and Blackjack were the two best games to play if you wanted to work at winning, she said, but she decided that since we were here for fun, we would play roulette. “You’ll have more fun there…and you might even be able to win something, if you’re even a little bit lucky.”So, we wandered over to a low-stakes wheel, with a €10 minimum, and sat down next to each other. Before she let me bet, she explained how it all worked. I mean, I had seen roulette wheels in films, but had no idea how the betting worked. She explained Rouge & Noir, Even–Odd, High–Low, Columns, Dozens, and more. Then she said that the individual numbers paid out the most – 35:1 – but also had to lowest chances of winning.I got it, to my surprise. It just made sense to me, as if this was imprinted in my mind before I even walked up to the table. So, I turned to her and said, “How about side-bets. Are they allowed?”She looked at me, amused. “What would you bet on?”“Well, we could bet who’s won the most money, you or me.”Now she smiled, “And what would you wager? That’s my money you’re holding, you know.”I smiled up at her, knowingly. “Oh, I think we could probably come up with…something…”“Forfeits?” she suggested.“Why not?” I answered.“Okay, we’ll compare how much we’ve won or lost every five rolls, okay?“Deal!” I said, grinning. I’d gotten what I wanted…and there really was no way I could lose.She bet €100 on black…her family’s company colours being red and black – Rouge et Noir – then waited to see what I’d bet.I bet €20 on green…zero.She looked at me. “You do realize your chances of winning are 1 in 37, and they only pay 35-to-1, right?”I grinned at her and nodded. “But if I win…I get €700!She shrugged, and we waited for the ball to fall, “Le numero six…six, noir!” the croupier called.Mistress had won…and I had lost.She won three times, always betting on black, then switched to red and lost twice, so was up by €100…and I kept betting on zero, and was down by €100.She looked at me. “Are you trying to lose?” she asked.“Maybe…” I said and grinned.She smiled back at me. “I’d like your thong, please.”I looked around and saw that no one was really watching us, so stood up, pulled my skirt up at my sides, hooked my red thong with my thumbs, and shimmied it down my legs, then stepped out. I bent over and picked it up, looking at Mistress quizzically.“Place it on the table in front of you, please.”I hesitantly did that, blushing slightly. The croupier didn’t notice, but the couple sitting across from us did and nudged one another, whispering. Mistress calmly picked it up, folded it, and put it in her clutch.The same thing happened after the next five rolls. “Your bra, please.”This was trickier, even though it was light and lacy. Working through the material of my blouse, I unsnapped my red bra in the front, then had to shrug it off my shoulders, and shimmy it out through one of my sleeves.Have you ever tried to do this in a crowded casino, surrounded by people? It’s not as easy as it sounds, believe me. Fortunately, as a stripper, I was practiced at these kinds of moves, and managed it without getting too many stares, although the couple across the table were grinning at me now, and the guy next to them was staring at me openly. I winked at the couple and ignored the guy.