This is a work of fiction any similarities between the characters, events, or locations in this story and actual locations, events, or people are purely coincidental.
© 2004 Warlord
Atlantis
By Warlord
Chapter 9
After my meeting with Queen Isobel and the Twelve, I went into the kitchen to fix some lunch. Enoch and Isobel joined me. Isobel asked me:
“This Las Vegas, how far away and how long will you be gone?”
I pulled a Rand McNally Road Atlas; I showed them here and there. Enoch asked if he could show this to the others. I gave him that, a hardbound world atlas and a globe. I said you guys have to get oriented.
Isobel wanted to know if I would fly. I told her that wizard flying would draw too much attention and leave unanswered questions. I would fly commercial, tourist class and stay in a hotel where I was marginally known as a player. This was all normal. Then when I got “lucky” hopefully they would assume that a habitual loser finally got the other end of the odds.
I would use my newfound mage skills to pick up a girl to fool the “eye in the sky.” The big bets I made would look like I was showing off to impress a pretty girl. In Las Vegas it was so commonplace that it would lull security to sleep. I planned to make this happen during the weekend. Again, party time, nothing unusual there.
I needed some help. Enoch went out and rounded up Elias and Jon, I explained airport security and asked how I would get my jewelry through. Then I asked how I could take along my wizard robe in case I had to make a getaway.
Isobel leaned forward:
“ I want my champions questions answered to his satisfaction by noon tomorrow.”
Everybody got up and scurried for the door. Isobel looked at me and smirked.
I told Isobel that I wanted the surveillance to proceed and I wanted her top military men to access the situation and have plans for how to proceed.
She said: “Just a moment my champion.”
She returned with a youngish hologram in a shiny breastplate and wearing a purple robe. General Ulysses, the military leader of Atlantis.
I liked him. He was a very down to earth guy. Then I realized in his time, Command and Control and Communication meant that he was in front of his men with his flag in the ground and as long as he was hacking at the enemy with his sword, and his flag was up, they would fight right behind him!
We discussed the surveillance and doing it in such a way that no alarms magical or otherwise would be tripped, leaving the wizard unaware of our interest. I told the General that I wanted a preliminary report before I left and a final sitrep on my return. He glanced at Isobel. She asked if he had any questions. She said:
“I want the first report by sundown tomorrow accompanied by your staffs initial assessment.”
I asked him if he understood about modern weapons. He did not. I gave him my back issues of Guns and Ammo, and told him to get back to me with questions.
Isobel and I walked into the basement and saw that my tables were packed. There must have been 20 people playing the games on the three tables and reading the various books
This is going well, but:
“I have a problem Isobel and maybe I not understanding, how do I communicate directly with the AI (Artificial Intelligence) who lives in my medallion. It is such a simple thing it embarrasses me to even ask.”
She explained that many use AI and never seek to understand how the personality and essence came help them. They ignore the life force.
“Your medallion’s name in “GRID” and I will teach you how to reach her.”
We went back into the now deserted living room and Isobel had me stretch out on the couch. She had me relax and meditate by leading me in relaxation exercises, and then she had me mentally call my medallion by its name – GRID.
Suddenly I was in contact with my personal AI. We established a protocol to make future communication easier. I talked to it/her/Grid about my needs in the coming days. I wanted Grid to act quickly and independently if I located a candidate that I wished to mind control.
I also asked about the ability to control a large group of people. Larger the group, simpler the commands had to be. Actually made sense. I told her to think about moderately complex commands to about 20 people standing at a craps or roulette table! My AI thought she could use a sequence of commands if they did not have to be exactly simultaneous.
Then I described what I needed for “local color”, a women companion for my weekend. Grid promised to begin scanning as soon as we arrived to find suitable feminine camouflage.
At this point we disengaged and I ended my meditation. Isobel was still sitting and holding my hand. She wiped my forehead and asked if I was all right.
“I am fine, my queen, waking up next to you makes it so.”
My day and night was completely out of synch, like bad jet lag. I went to sleep with orders to wake me by noon.
Chapter 10
The next day I was awakened at noon. A tall, beautiful blonde in a topless light blue toga wakened me with a kiss and cup of coffee. She was Aurelia, the queen’s personal attendant.
Kissing a hologram was actually fairly enjoyable. Looking closer I realized she was not topless, the toga draped from her left shoulder to waist and left her right breast uncovered, it ended at high mid thigh. A gold cord knotted at her waist secured the toga. All and all Aurelia was a very appealing picture.
“Thank you for the coffee.”
“You’re welcome, it is necessary for your happiness so our queen has made it important.”
“Did you make this?”
At her nod, I told her:
“You did an outstanding job, the taste is excellent.”
It was time to get up and join the party. I stood up and headed for the shower. Aurelia accompanied me and asked if I needed ANYTHING. I contemplated hologramic sex for a moment, and then decided to skip it and see what my busy Atlantis citizens had wrought for me today. I told her:
“Later with the anything, not a no, just later.”
Aurelia, smiled prettily, her dimples showing, then with a swish of her toga she left the room.
I left the shower and dressed. Feeling much more civilized than I had for several days; I picked up my “mysteriously” (Aurelia) refilled coffee cup and stepped out into the living room.
There was activity in every room. There were groups huddled in the living room, dining room, kitchen and downstairs. I looked for my queen and finally found her sitting in the living room observing the meeting with Aurelia standing behind her with her hand on Isobel’s shoulder. Isobel looked up at me and arched one eyebrow and asked:
“Was your wakening satisfactory, my champion?”
“Very much so, my queen.”
Then I blushed and she smirked. I realized that “anything” was Isobel’s idea when she sent in her personal servant. Isobel looked around the room and then clapped her hands once and said:
“The Twelve will meet here in one hour.”
Then she looked at me expectantly and asked if I needed anything. I told her I needed my study, empty and quiet so I could make arrangements for Las Vegas. Isobel glanced at Enoch, who immediately stood up and said that he would take care of it.
First things first, if gambling is a metaphor for war, the cash we bring is the bullets. I needed to check on my (our) ammunition supply. I walked into the basement, and ignored the activity by the tables as I moved into my workshop. I knelt down at the back of my table saw, close the wall, brushed away a mound of sawdust and uncovered a floor safe. I dialed in the combination and opened it. I took out $10 K. With new banking rules, that was all I wanted to lay out and if the wizards were successful this was more than enough. I closed up the safe and then artfully replaced the sawdust. I was going to have to cut up a couple more boards and replenish the pile before too long!
I walked upstairs to the study. As I passed through the kitchen, I asked Aurelia to please bring me more coffee. This being spoiled could become a habit.
In the now empty study, I called Lisa; she was a casino host at a large casino on the Las Vegas strip. You know the one, looks like the set for the movie “10 Commandments”, Roman statues, waitresses in togas. The irony was just too cool to miss! That was not the main reason I picked it. I had at least a nodding acquaintance with host Lisa and the casino had so much California gambling business on the weekend that my action even with HUGE wins would be almost unnoticed.
After a delightful greeting and giving Lisa time to get her computer pointed at my record of past play at the casino, I asked her about “comps” for the weekend, complimentary perks which are earned by table play at certain dollar levels for a certain period of time. Lisa told me I might be up for a free regular room even with the casino sold out. I told Lisa I had Ten Thousand Dollar cash buy-in. Lisa perked up and told me that if I was “green” ($25) action for my usual time at the table, my room and food in the casino was free. If I could play “black” ($100) they would evaluate my airfare and reimburse all or part after I was home. This was just what I expected and I made the reservation. I told Lisa I would see her Friday night. Actually this was a pleasant fiction. I was not a big enough whale to justify Lisa handholding me, I was just big enough for her to make arrangements for me!
Next I called the airline that had monopoly at our local HUB airport and made a reservation for an E-ticket to be picked up Friday evening. I caught a break; they were running a modest special to fill up the Las Vegas plane.
With this accomplished, I reached again for my now never empty coffee cup. I looked up and realized that I was gazing into Aurelia’s blue eyes. She was holding a coffee pot.
“How long have you been there?”
“Since you started your conversation.”
“Thank you for the coffee.”
It was time for the meeting with The Twelve, Aurelia led me into the room and Isobel gestured for me to sit on her immediate right. Aurelia took her station behind Isobel. Isobel nodded to Enoch and he led off. The integration of the crystals was proceeding more quickly than anyone had imagined. The additional power as well as the added manpower of wizards and scientists was making my Las Vegas excursion work.
Enoch called Jon to report on controlling the tables. They could with 100% reliability and more importantly 100% naturalness: Produce any roulette number, any dice throw, or any series of hands in blackjack. Jon and the boys wanted to discuss strategy, but he was confident that I would be pleased. Jon looked expectantly at Isobel. She smiled, and he looked relieved. I told him right after the meeting, I wanted quality time with his key guys.
Enoch then called Elias who told me that they would magically “treat” my jewelry so that it would be transparent to any person or machine that examined me. This transparency included not triggering x-ray or metal detectors. The jewelry would also not be discernable during a pat down, frisk or even a strip search. The monks robe would be similarly treated and placed at the bottom of my carry-on suitcase. This treatment also meant that casino security would not notice the jewelry. Casino security noticing this would be a “very bad thing,” far worse that any problems at the airport. Elias understood the gravity of the situation. He also planned to work with me before I left.
It looked like I had a full dance card, then General Ulysses stood and began his report. I really got to work with them about the good news/bad news thing.
The local wizard was none other than James William (call me J.W.) Miles, car jockey extraordinaire! Yea, him! Cowboy hat, avuncular manner and nearly a dozen different car franchises spread around the city. J.W was the recognizable face for his many car companies and he “starred” in T.V. commercials that ran on all local channels seemly at all hours.
J.W. had in his suburban estate a gadget of very high power. It was also characterized, as a “dark” gadget, which if not controlled by a wizard knowledgeable about such things, would encourage behavior to feed its own needs. From the looks around the meeting room, a gadget with its own agenda did not seem uncommon.
I filled in what I knew about J.W. He was a used car salesmen with all the baggage that the name implies. At their blank looks, I said try “horse trader,” suddenly there were nods and frowns, we had hit on common ground. J.W. seemed to lead a charmed life; he prospered and bought bankrupted competitors for pennies on the dollar.
Now easily a multi-millionaire, J.W was intent on translating his television name recognition into a political career. J.W. was a candidate for the United States Congress and with that name recognition, his lovely trophy wife, adorable children and millions of dollars he was a likely winner despite the rather odd independent party for which he was the standard bearer. Both the Democrats and Republicans had strong candidates, but the death of the well-liked incumbent had thrown the election wide open and J.W. was having his usual great luck with this election just like in his business.
Now that I understood the reality of his magic, J.W.’s luck was easy to see as magical manipulations. Now came an important question:
“Was J.W. likely to know about us?”
Nobody had a good answer. Elias offered an interesting observation:
“The gadget might sense our power and draw attention to us.”
“You make it sound alive, alive and malevolent?”
“His gadget might very well be self-aware, and have an agenda separate from his. The dark gadget typically seeks perversity and cruelty that feeds its power but unhappily also feeds its appetite.”
“Any sign of that interest or probing?”
Headshakes all around, but nothing so far was reassuring.
“Would capturing our crystal and some level of cruelty to the people here, please the gadget and feed its appetite?”
Elias looked pained and said:
“Very much so”
Time to go into champion mode. I told the General that starting NOW we were in pre-assault reconnaissance of J.W.’s estate. I want to know everything about it and everything about everybody in it. The most important question to be answered will be his security and alarms. What regular and magical trip wires does he have to protect his estate and his gadget? How do I get in and how do I get out?
Starting NOW we are also in counter-surveillance status, I want OUR watchers tasked with making sure that we are not being observed. I want the magical realms to be observed for any ripples or indication of undue notice of our actions.
Isobel nodded and said:
“Yes, that is very important.”
The General snapped to attention and hurried out of the meeting. I guess I did say NOW.
I reminded everyone that I was traveling. I told them that I was flying out Friday evening and returning Monday morning. Showtime for my activities and their support would be assumed to be all the hours in that window. Jon and Elias both smiled and said they would be ready.
Queen Isobel then told the assembled group that she was very interested in my Las Vegas success and that they should treat their tasks as if they were being done for her personally. She went on to say that she would be evaluating them by that measure.
She looked around the room levelly and said:
“Do not disappoint my champion, you will in so doing disappoint me.”
I walked into the kitchen and started to make a sandwich, Aurelia swooped in and took over. She had a quick, intuitive understanding of the modern kitchen and I made a note to ask her how the Atlantis technology compared. Isobel joined us and we had a relaxed conversation as I told them about past trips to Las Vegas. They laughed as I detailed “bad beats” at the poker table. After lunch I realized, now I had the hots for TWO holograms!
It was time to join Jon and discuss final table strategy.
I parked my suburban in long-term parking at the airport and took the moving sidewalk to the E-ticket vending machine. With ticket, drivers license and my one carry-on, it was time to tryout security.
Checking in with Grid, my medallion AI, to see if things were holding. My jewelry was invisible and her scanning showed no interest or curiosity from the passing crowd. Grid wrapped an aura of calm around me and sent out a general message that there was nothing of interest here. Security looked utterly bored and passed me through in record time.
Heading for the gate, I say a 747 parked at the jet way. The pre-boarding waiting area was packed. This would be a completely filled cattle-class flight. I clipped on my sunglasses, found a seat and settled in to wait for boarding. Grid alerted me that an Air Marshall was in the area and would be on the flight. I asked if he was interested? Grid said SHE was only interested in her layover in Vegas. She? Grid said: Left, 25 meters, dark hair, tight jeans, crop top, big purse.
She was a deep cover Marshall; even the airline did not know she was aboard. I asked Grid to probe if there was a threat. No threat, routine with a big, full plane. Then I turned Grid loose, probe everybody and report any threats to the plane, Marshall, or me. Nope, everybody on the plane was looking forward to winning, getting drunk, and or getting laid.
We started to board; I had a window near the back. Every inch of the plane was taken up with seats, 15 rows wide and with about six inches in legroom. I felt sorry for Ms. Air Marshall Alexis Cartwright; with her long legs she would be miserable. She ended up in the very back row by the stews station on the aisle.
I asked Grid to capture all her personal information and then just for fun, I had Grid touch her and have her “notice” me and become a little aroused. I stood up and went back to the toilets by her seat to make it easy for her to “notice” me. As I waited in line (no trick here, the late evening flights are one continuous potty break) I struck up a conversation and we introduced ourselves. She was on vacation, me too! We, of course, were at completely different casinos. She then gave me her cell phone number and asked me to call her when I got back home. I did not need Grid to tell me that this was not how Alexis usually acted on first meeting. I programmed her number into my phone and then went back to my seat.
With the distraction of Grid revealing the deepest secrets, kinks, and perversions of my totally normal looking fellow passengers the flight went quickly. I sat calmly and waiting for the crush of disembarking and then after the “herd” had left, I calmly walked through a deserted jet way. I waved goodbye to the lovely Alexis and made my way to the cabstand.
Check in at the casino hotel was smooth and I immediately went to the house phone and left host Lisa a message announcing my arrival and thanking her for her help.
Then it was time to begin the survey and get ready for our next two days of “work.” I walked through the casino and told Grid to just scan broadly and absorb the ambience. I pointed out the tables with the games I was interested and told her to observe them closely so that she could adjust our tactics based on real life and those table peculiarities.
“Just like a battle.”
“Yes, if we fuck up, with real casualties.”
Then I walked her through the attached shopping mall. There were about 100 high end, exclusive shops in this mall built around the casino. My window-shopping had just started when Grid called my attention to two young women just ahead.
Adrienne and Tammy were roommates and seniors at UNLV, were also taking in a Friday night of fun window-shopping before heading for a campus party sponsored by their sorority. The two were cheerleaders and members of the UNLV dance line. They were between boyfriends and though not lesbians they were not opposed to helping each other with sexual release.
They were dressed in tight low rider hipsters, which showed their tight butts to good effect. Tammy was showing a red thong. Adrienne was not, and Grid confirmed that her jeans were so low on her body that she skipped underwear completely! Adrienne had a spaghetti strap camisole top which emphasized her more than ample chest while Tammy had a tight crop top which emphasized her six pack and only slightly less impressive endowments.
Grid was already working on having them notice me and become aroused. It was fun to see them start to flirt with me. I told Grid, I wanted them both! I told her that it would especially fool the casino security. She was too polite to call me a liar.
Any casual observer would see two young women working hard to pick up a well-heeled tourist. They would assume that the girls were bored and looking for a fling! I walked up and we started to talk. It was actually fun, the girls were not bimbos and were getting good grades in their studies. They were looking forward to fulfilling careers and were also free of any rude superiority attitudes. At that point I told Grid that we would do as little harm as possible and leave them at least as well off as we found them!
First things first, I asked the girls if they had ever shopped in any of the stores here?
“Never.”
“Would you like to?”
“I want you each to buy a couple of sexy outfits which show you off.”
This announcement was met with screaming, and some fairly distracting jumping up and down. I told them that I wanted them to spend the weekend and that I was flying out Monday. It took surprising little work from Grid to get both to agree. Grid said that both of them knew that sex was going to be involved but I was “cute” so that was OK.
We spent some very enjoyable hours shopping. At each exclusive shop, they would try on outfits and then model them. As the evening wore on, they modeled parts of outfits. Tammy would model just a skirt, or Adrienne would model a shirt and forget to button it. At the lingerie store we finally had to call a halt, Tammy came out of the dressing room and told me that she could not reach get the bra snap; of course the bra was ALL that she was wearing. It showed off her all over shave! Not to be outdone Adrienne, came out in only the smallest, most transparent, crotch less panties in the shop! The clerk let us know that she was going to lock up. Tammy asked her if that meant we had to stop? Yes, we had to pay and go back to the hotel.
We took our shopping bags and headed for my room. I walked them through the casino because I wanted the cameras to see the girls. It was probably paranoid, but better safe then sorry. The casino was becoming crowded and the pit bosses were raising the minimum bets on all the tables.
I asked Grid how her survey was going? She had watched action on all the tables and had a good feel for the usual real life action of the dice, cards and roulette ball. I told her phase 2 would be to call the number on an increasing number of dice throws and roulette spins then scan to see if anyone notices.
I led Tammy and Adrienne to the elevators and we headed for my/our room. I had them hang up their purchases. They wanted to know if they should change? I told them I loved their outfits. They looked at my cock making a lump in my slacks and Tammy said:
“I can see you love them.”
Adrienne moved next to me and kissed me, and then she pulled off her camisole. She unbuckled my belt, unzipped and lowered my jeans. She slid down and without preliminary she took my cock in her mouth. She held the tip in her mouth until it was wet, then she held the tip lightly in her left hand, raising it against my belly, she licked the length with long full strokes of her tongue from my balls right to where her fingers were holding the tip! Then she licked under my balls and again the long, wet, soft, tongue strokes traveled up the entire cock length.
The she stopped and let my cock fall against her face. Then she began to jack me while she sucked the head into her mouth again. She paused to take my balls into her mouth and gently suck them. I was not going to last long after all the teasing in the stores. I tangled my fingers in her hair and she took the signal to capture the head and to suck and press her lips further along the length. I began to move my hips and she began to move against me in counterpoint to my thrusting. Suddenly I was right there and started to come, she locked her lips around my cock and swallowed it all.
Tammy stepped forward and they shared my cum in a kiss. Then I kissed Adrienne and then Tammy. We settled on the edge of the bed to cuddle and kiss in the aftermath. I told them that is was their turn next. They giggled and promised more later.
It was time for supper. We went to the 5 star restaurant attached to the casino and I bought my girls a deluxe supper with drinks before and wine during. If I thought they were giddy before they were flying high now!
It was time to head for the tables. First we headed for the pit boss, I told him I had $10K for a buy in, and asked him how he wanted it. He asked:
“What are you playing?”
“Blackjack, Roulette, and Craps. Blackjack first”
“Full buy in at the blackjack table, I will adjust the drops on the games as you move around.”
“Cool”
We started at the $25 table, and dealer Patricia traded my money for chips. I took black chips and made a small stack of green chips in front of Tammy and Adrienne. They looked surprised. I said:
“You are my lucky charms and you are only lucky if you play.”
I told Grid that the girls should win as well.
We started to play. I had already told Jon a sequence of hands I wanted to start with, Grid made adjustments for three handed play. It was the best blackjack of my life. The dealer was always behind. We kept getting blackjacks and Patricia kept busting.
The toga clad cocktail waitresses brought us our free drinks. Every time Patricia would bust, Tammy or Adrienne, or both would give me a big French kiss. The pit boss seemed to have a permanent smirk on his face watching the girls grope me after every hand.
Patricia and Ronni, her break dealer, watched our antics with amusement partly because I was tipping handsomely as we won. At one point, Tammy flipped up her crop top and flashed me when she hit a blackjack! Grid said that the display turned Ronni on! The displays and jumping around got us lots of attention from staff and from customers; Grid verified that nobody suspected anything but very good luck!
It was time to turn up the action! I had Grid tell the girls to up their bets, and then I had Grid have the girls begin nagging me, that the girls had balls enough to up their bets and generally get a bit obnoxious. I acted like I was steaming and then I started to recklessly raise my bet. Soon I was playing for $2,000 a hand and playing 2 hands.
Normally this kind of betting pattern would concern a pit boss, but he saw it as a transparent attempt to impress these young sexpots and he ignored it. The pit boss was hoping that I would keep flying high and when my luck swerved I would lose it back that much faster. I kept right on raising and he kept right on waiting for the inevitable pile-up!
By Three o’clock, we had a big stack of chips and it was time to think of an exit strategy. Tammy provided it without prompting, she said in a clear and audible voice:
“This is fun, but I’m horny, I want to go back to the room and fuck.”
Ronni reacted by flipping the card she was dealing right over my head. I looked over at Adrienne and she said:
“Me too, lets go fuck.”
The pit boss said:
“I assume you’ll be cashing in now?”
“You assume correctly.”
He gestured for a security guard to accompany us to the cashier window. I tipped Ronni a black chip and she said:
“Good Luck.”
I had never seen that many $500 purple chips!
We walked to the window, I left the girls cash in and then I cashed in. I had a profit of $125,000 in something over 4 hours of play. I took $15K in cash and the rest in a cashiers check with the IRS receiving a withholding amount and a 1099 informing them of the win and taxes due.
We headed for the elevators and back to our room. It was early Saturday morning and we were coming back down to trash the craps table and to vandalize roulette.