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The hand that I was dealt.
Chapter one
My name is Bill Hamilton Junior and I am
twenty-two years old. The year was 2003 and I was
finishing up my last year at Boston University.
My major was Business Administration and learned
all I could on marketing and promotion. The
ceremonial was just in a few days and my father
couldn’t even. It was alright because I was
determined to make it on own.
Egg Harbor City was small town out of
New Jersey and I was born and raised there. My
father built a huge house and started a family
there back in the eighties. The small city had a
population about thirty thousand people and it
was just thirty minutes away from America’s
Favorite Playground. Atlantic City will be a
perfect move for me, being that I had a degree in
business and was an expert in marketing. Atlantic
City was mostly famous for one thing, the
casinos. I already figure out the best way to
advertise and promote a casinos. “Tell the
gamblers that they had a high chance of winning a
large amount of money.” It works every time! So
it wouldn’t be hard for me to snag a career in my
field and get rich while doing so.
Something real important had recently
come up and my father was forced to miss the
ceremony. His only son graduated and he couldn’t
even attend. My father had many connections with
some big executives in the casino industry. My
father owned his own construction business and it
opened up many doors that are closed to an
average person. My father really wanted me work
with him to promote his business, but I decided
it was a bigger fish in the sea I was after, the
billion dollar industry. My old man was a very
understanding man and he respected my wishes.
Matter of fact, he would even help me get a job
in one. His company was doing real well for
itself. I figure he did plenty by putting me
through college.
Mark my college roommate nicknamed
me “The Gambler,” because I taken chances that
other wouldn’t consider taking. I figure if you
don’t take chances, when a opportunity present
itself, then how would you know how far you could
have gone in life. I was succeeding in life at a
rapid speed and I needed to make some serious
choices in life. I will take a gamble every now
and then and so far it’s paid off. Mark and I did
plenty to make it through these hard college
years. For the past three years Mark and I had
become real close like brothers. He was the
reason why I established a healthy bankroll and
if a roommate could help me do that, becoming
close with him didn’t take me long.
Mark and the rest of the juniors were
finishing up on their final exams. He and a few
buddies of ours were coming over for a last
traditional poker game. Even though Mark was only
a junior he was very mature for his age. He was
born in Los Angles, California. For some reason
he said East Coast had more to offer him, so he
decided to go to school at Boston University.
Mark didn’t get along with his old man and wanted
to go to school as far away as possible. Even if
it he had to travel on the other side of the
country.
I kept Mark around for a couple of
reasons but the main reason were because the boy
was a pure genius. He was the reason I made the
Dean’s List for three years straight. The kid had
all types of ways of acing an exam. I remember
sometime last year, a classroom with about
seventy-five students, Mark actually went inside
the lab room and took my Physics exam for me,
without the professor ever finding out. Some of
the stuff he pulled off was just unbelievable.
Mark was also the reason I kept money in
my pocket on a regular basis; he was the master
at the game we call Poker and he taught me
everything I knew about it. He taught me when to
bluff, when to fold and most importantly when to
bet.
Every Saturday night there was secret
poker game on campus. Certain students knew
exactly where the game would be held. We changed
the location every week, we did this so the Dean
and his staff could not track us down, since
gambling for money was illegal on campus. The pot
got as high as five hundred dollars a game. My
hustled, winning that poker’s pot every week.
We had some great times at this college
and it was finally coming to an end. The females
in this school were some of the prettiest girls
in the country. It was nearly impossible to just
date one. I don’t know how I managed to choose
one, but I did!
My dating problems came to end when I
seen the most gorgeous girl I had ever seen in my
life. Her name was Gloria Williams and she was
also a junior. She was from up state New York,
Yonkers. Gloria was mixed; her father was a Black
stockbroker who was very successful in the stock
market trade and mother was this attractive white
lady with the most prettiest legs. I still can’t
believe that she was Gloria’s mother. Gloria had
one of her mother picture hanging on her wall.
They looked liked they could be sister than
mother and daughter.
Gloria had this honeycomb complexion
with some green hazel eyes. She had these small
perky breasts with a Jennifer Lopez’s ass. Her
body was shaped like, how could I say?, one of
those old Coca Cola bottles. She has a body that
men only see in their dreams. She was fine as
hell! I wanted her in my life as soon as I laid
eyes on her. She was going to be mines, after
running game to her for a whole semester, she
finally agreed to go out with me. She was the
sweetest and most innocent person I had ever met.
I promised her that day I would marry her.
My cell phone rang and Gloria picture
appears in my cell phone. That’s when I answer
it.
“Hello.”
“It’s me baby, I just finished my last exam and
I’ll be over there with in five minutes.” It was
her, telling me she was on her way to my room.
She wanted me to do want I do best and that was
to please her every need. She wanted it one more
time before I headed home. What can I said she
was addicted to it. The only thing was Mark was
also finishing up his exams as well and should be
here shortly. I figured I had about twenty
minutes before Mark and the rest of guys got
here. Gloria would be here in five minutes, that
give me about fifteen minutes. I jump in the
shower, than I will take care of Gloria needs,
and be able set up the poker game for the
fellows. That’s when it was a silent knock at the
door.
“Knock!” “Knock!”
The room was steaming hot from the shower
running. I wanted to freshen up for her before
she got here. It would save me the time of
getting dressed and than getting undressed again,
we could get right to it.
I got out of the shower and answered the
door.
“Who is it?” I asked with one of my sexy man’s
voice, praying it wasn’t Mark. I opened the door
and my prayers were answer, Gloria was standing
there looking so sexy, I immediately got aroused.
The towel that was wrapped around my half naked
body grew about an extra nine inches. She took
one glance at the large bulge and grinned.
“You must be happy to see me.” Gloria said
staring directly at my crotch the whole time.
“Come on in girl before I catch a cold. So how
did you do on those exams?” I asked her.
She shrugged her shoulders like that was last
thing on her mind. That’s when I knew actually
what she wanted.
“Well we do have about fifteen minutes until
Mark gets here and…”
And before I could say another word, she dropped
her skirt and she was standing there in a G’
string thong and those perky tiny titties that I
love so much. I grabbed her and threw her on the
bed. She then turned herself around, slamming her
face in the pillows and putting her rounded ass
up in the air. That’s when I pushed the G’ string
to the side and put the whole nine inches in her.
She moaned as my huge dick pounded her from
behind. She loved every moment of it; she was a
bigger freak than me in bed. I couldn’t believe
it. I was about to graduate and I had Gloria for
a girlfriend. Life couldn’t get any better.
Chapter two
This was my final day at Boston
University. The four years that I spent here
would be the best years in my life. I was going
to miss all my friends, the professors, and my
room. Gloria was coming down to Atlantic City for
her birthday. I made some calls back home to my
good buddy Sam to get me reservation at the best
place in Atlantic City.
My dad already had an interview set up
like he promised me at Trump Plaza. One of the
guys whose house my dad was remodeling had an
opening in the marketing department. This was one
of those doors opening up for me because of my
dad’s success. Even though I wanted to make it on
my own, a little help wouldn’t hurt.
I arrived home about 8:25 that night. My
pop was happy to see me, since he couldn’t make
it to my graduation. He surprised me with a
graduation present before I could even ask him,
what was so important that made him missed his
only son’s graduation? It was a platinum Cartier
watch with cluster diamonds going around the
entire bezel. That made me forget about him not
showing up real fast. Being that my dad does own
a business, he was always busy. Even when I was
young it was always, I’m too busy right now, but
maybe some other time son. So I got used to it.
Lisa Hamilton, my mother died when I was
eleven. She died from a drug overdose. I never
really knew why my mom resorted to drugs. She had
a good man for a husband that loved her dearly.
My dad tried to help her drug addiction but the
Heroin just tried harder. He visited my mother’s
grave on her birthdays and on their wedding
anniversaries. If you knew us, it's always seen
that she was never in the picture. It was just
Bill and his son. Even when my mother was alive,
she was never home. No Lisa, everybody around the
neighborhood knew that my mother was on drugs,
but my dad still loved her. After my mother died,
he was forced to work really hard to keep our
house and managed to put me through college. So I
didn’t blame him for always being too busy, shit!
He managed to put me through college. That’s when
my dad said.
“Junior I got something real important to show
you.”
My pop always has surprises for me. I
wondered what was it this time? My watch was
marvelous and I was very appreciative; I thought
staring down on the sparking diamonds that’s the
watch was letting off. I know he felt bad about
missing my graduation. Maybe he thought he had to
give me things to say he sorry. Well you know a
brother just got finished graduating from Boston
University, maybe another gift wouldn’t kill me.
I just knew he wasn’t putting me to work
already. “DAMNNN!” that’s when I seen her. A
light-skinned lady with nothing but a towel on.
The towel covered her huge breasts down to her
apple shape waste. She struck a match to light up
a Camel cigarette. That’s when I thought this
surprise was better than the platinum Cartier
watch after all! I later found out she wasn’t a
surprise. I was just praying that my old man
didn’t pay for some booty and that’s when my dad
introduced us.
“I want you meet Shanta”.
She was an incredible woman I had to
admit. She was sexy, beautiful, but she was way
too young for my dad though. Her hair was slicked
back into a pony’s tail and it was soaking wet. I
guess from having hot sex with my dad all day. I
could smell the sex in the air anyway, as I took
another sniff making them notice that I knew
something freaky went down in here.
My pop was running around the house with
nothing but his boxers and socks on. They had
some soft Luther Van Dross music coming from the
bedroom. Now I think about it, I even seen him
doing push up when I first walked in. The only
solution that I could come up with, is that
something real nasty went down in here.
Shanta seemed exhausted because she spoke
very soft and out of breath.
“Hi your father told me so much about you.
Congratulation! I heard you just graduated, I
sorry we couldn’t make it.”
My intention towards her changed that
quickly. Assuming that she was the whole reason
for my dad missing my graduation.
My old man must have seen the change in
my facial expression when Shanta said that
because he tried to change the subject.
“So what are your plans for preparing for the
interview for next week? You know son, John is
the vice president and that guy owed me a huge
favor. Don’t make me regret this!”
My dad meant well but I didn’t know this
woman for two minutes and he was already talking
about our family business in front of her. He
must really like her. That’s when I decided to
flip it back on them.
“So how long have you two been dating?”
I knew he hated me being in his personal
affairs. He thought I would of felt some type of
way for him dating other women, when actually I
could care less. I got over him dating other
women when my mom died ten years ago. I knew he
had a life as well. After what my mother put him
through, he needed somebody special in his life.
That's when he told her he’d be in the
room in a minute. He wanted to have a word with
me.
“It’s been nice meeting you little Bill.” Shanta
said while going back in my dad’s room.
I hated it when people call me little
Bill! It’s bad enough I looked like him and I had
the same name as him but to call me little Bill
was just insulting. It was cool when I was little
but now I stand at least five inches over the man
head. My body was way more built than his. Don’t
get me wrong, my father was fit, he was going on
fifty-one and it seen like my dad was still in
his prime. I bet you Shanta was in her twenties
or thirties though. That’s when he asked me could
I believe that she only twenty-nine.
“So what up pop?” I asked him like I was really
concerned. But after finding out that Shanta was
the reason for my pop missing my college
graduation, I could care less what he had to say.
That’s when my dad whispered to me.
“I know she kind of young, but she might be the
one.” my dad reacted like she was Neon from off
the Matrix’s.
My dad had this serious look on his face
when he talked about Shanta. I haven’t seen this
face on him since the old days. He had this huge
smile on his face like he just won the lottery
are something. I couldn’t blemish his moment so I
said.
“If she makes you happy, I’m all for it dad.”
Chapter three
Today was my interview and I looked like
a million dollar lawyer. I had on my dad business
suit with a briefcase and a well type resume. I
was ready for the real world and what it had to
offer me. I arrived a little early because the
first impression is the best impression my dad
always said. When I got to the receptionist’s
desk I could see a long line forming. These
people were well dressed and groomed their
selves. I wondered if we were all going for the
same position. I can’t be discouraged now, I had
a suit and a business degree, and beside my pop
knew the vice president. I knew that’s how I got
the interview in the first place. I walked over
to the receptionist’s desk and asked the young
lady where could I find Tim Allen office? That’s
when the young lady responded back to me.
“Oh hi you must be Bill Hamilton. Tim is
expecting you.”
And just like that I was in front of that
long line that was forming out the employment
office. The receptionist directed me to where Tim
Allen’s office was and told me good luck. Tim
Allen was the director of the marketing
department. His office was huge! He had an office
I had always dream about having. It was decorate
with all types of autographed jerseys. He was
actually standing in a picture with Allen
Iverson. You can tell this guy was a huge AI’s
fan. Most of the jerseys on the wall were Allen
Iverson or somebody from the Sixers. He must of
notice me admiring his office because he asked
me.
“Do you like what I did with the place? Come on
in and have a seat, John told me that you just
graduated from Boston University. He also said he
owed your father a huge favor.” Tim spoke like we
had known each other for years.
My dad told me he did some work for John
in the past and if he knew somebody that needed a
job in the casino business to give him a call. I
guessed I had to get hire by Tim Allen before I
could even speak to John. That’s when Tim asked
me.
“So what can you tell me about marketing?” at
first I wanted to answer him plain and simple.
“Marketing is advertising your business. Putting
it out there to bring in the public.” then I just
responded with something I remember back in
school. “Well Sir, I do have a business degree
and marketing is the foundation of business.
Without marketing your product you can’t sell
your business.”
It’s must was the right answer because
he was pulling out some papers. John responded by
saying your hire. He told me that I had to go
apply for a key license and the casino would pay
for everything. One week out of college and I had
already landed a job in my line of work.
I was well on my way for success. I went
to the commission office and apply for my
license. My first day at work would be Monday
morning.
Later that evening
Gloria was coming down for her twenty-
first birthday. She wanted to spend the entire
day with me. I have reservation for the most
elegant place in Atlantic City, The Borgatá
Hotel! I got a loan from my dad; he knew I was
good for it being that I had a job now.
I went down to Atlantic city bus
terminal. I bought her a special gift for her
birthday, it was an engagement ring. I was going
to ask Gloria to marry me. I been saving for the
ring for six months and it was well worth it.
Beside I didn’t want some smooth talking freshmen
to take her away from me, not to say that going
to happen. I will be down Atlantic City working
and she will be in Boston finishing up her senior
year. I needed some security if we are going to
be away from each other for awhile.
My dad let me borrow his brand new
Escalade truck for the day. He was real happy
when I told him I was going to ask Gloria to
marry me. I shown him some pictures of us
together and he said I sure do know how to pick
them.
When I got to the bus station she was
already waiting for me. For some type of reasons
she turning twenty-one just made her looked more
attractive to me. The reservation wasn’t until
8:00 so we took a cruise into city. We drove down
Pacific Avenue where all the hookers and pimps
hang out. That was a mistake because Gloria
started getting ideas.
“Bill I know you be trying to holla at these
girls, it’s all right if you do, knowing you down
here and I am up there.
I thought to myself this was a trap to
see what I was going to say. I didn’t have the
money or time to holla at these high price hoes.
They didn’t had shit on Gloria in the first
place. I came up with some bullshit answer that
she wanted to hear.
“No baby, they don’t have nothing on you. I love
you and only you. These girls are out here
because they’re looking for a come up. They made
some mistakes in life and they are paying for it
now.” I knew that was a close one and it was the
only thing I could come up with at the time.
We arrived at the Borgatá Hotel about
seven forty five. I pulled into the valet parking
to check the truck in. Sam Nelson got me a sweet
on the thirty-fourth floor. Sam said it was an
early wedding present for me.
I went all out, she was worth it. I was
ready to spend a lot of money for this special
occasion and I was going to truly enjoy myself. I
wanted to ask her to marry me when we got to our
suite. After we ate dinner Gloria wanted to have
some fun in the casino, considering she had just
turned twenty-one. I thought why not? I had about
four hundreds dollars left over, I figured we
could played the video poker games. That’s when
she said.
“Bill lets go play the slots!”
I guess we can start off at the slots and
find are way down to one of those video poker
games. We headed over to dollar slots and gave it
a tried. At first we weren’t hitting shit! Then
our luck changed when Gloria hit three red sevens
and the bell started ringing. We had won a
thousand dollars, I tried to convince her let
called it a night, I figured we were up about six
or seven hundred dollars. We can finish this
evening as winners and have a wonderful night as
well.
“Baby we are winning and we should go to the
suite now, I got something real important to ask
you.”
She agreed and we headed to the thirty-
fourth floor. I ordered some champagne and
flowers to make it a little bit easier on me. We
was the only one elevator and Gloria grabbed me
towards her and wispier that she love me. I could
tell she was a little tipsy from the white wine
we been sipping on all night. We walked in the
suite and it was dazzling! It had an amazing view
looking over the entire city. We sipped on some
champagne and I grabbed by her hand and said.
“Baby we’ve been dating for awhile now and I
wanted to bring our relationship to that next
level. So would you marry me?” when she saw the
two and a half karat diamond ring, she starting
crying. Gloria quickly responded.
“Yes”, “Yes I’d marry you!” that was the first
time the sex turned into making love.
We made love for rest of that night.
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