The roulette wheel clicked to a stop – 23 Black.
High rollers at the Baccarat table chewed feverishly on their unlit cigars; up above prying security cameras whirred and zoomed erotically.
‘Hit me,’ she whispered.
The dealer’s left eye twitched as the card flopped – Six of Hearts.
The dealer exhaled – relieved.
Rising, she dropped the solitary remaining $10,000 chip into her clutch purse.
A grimace adorned the manager’s face as she approached. He squirmed as a manicured index finger ran down his clammy, familiar face; winced, as her scented red lips pressed against his scarred cheek.
‘Till tomorrow,’ she smiled.
These 99 words, based on the word ‘baccarat‘ , form my entry into the Trifecta 99 writing challenge.