SWEET SEX SLAVES

By SUSAN SWEET

odds, Jack figured that we would both walk out of that office eighty thousand dollars ahead.

That's where I made my big mistake. I didn't have the ten grand to bet with, the worst sin in the gambling world, but I was so sure that Jack had picked another winner that I agreed to his scheme and gave him my address so he could pick me up the next morning.

Jack picked me up at my apartment the next morning. and as we drove across town we discussed what we were going to do with our winnings. After driving for thirty minutes, Jack parked in front of a small meat market. I followed Jack through the market and into a small, smoke filled room at the back. Inside, we were both searched by a couple of wrestler types named Rocco and Joe, then I was introduced to a cigar-smoking, pleasant faced man named Frank.

"So you guys want to bet heavy on the fifth race today," said Frank, then he turned to Jack. "I know you, Dugan, and I know you're good for the bet. But this guy..." He looked at me. "This guy, I have never seen before. What happens if your horse don't come in?"

"No sweat, I'm covered."

Frank stared at me for about ten seconds, then turned back to Jack.

"OK, Dugan. You brought him in, so I'll go with it. But get this straight," he said menacingly, "Rocco and Joe here have a habit of becoming very unpleasant with those who bet and cannot pay off if they lose!"

"Don't worry about it, Frank," Jack promised, "we got ourselves a sure thing here."

"Sure thing?" said Frank sarcastically. "Oh, yeah of course!"

We told Frank the horse we wanted and he gave us the 8 to 1 odds that Jack had figured he would. We only had to wait about forty minutes before our race began, and as it started, I found myself beginning to get excited. Horse #7 took an early lead, and by the time they reached the first turn, it was ahead by two lengths. My excitement grew as

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