Late Night Security Threesome

The following is another tale of my years working as a disgruntled night shift security guard at a casino resort. As you may have already figured just from the venue, there was debauchery a plenty...

It's bound to happen. Take a bunch of twenty year olds who are fit enough to be cops, but can't hack it as cops, slap a police-looking uniform on them, and that was our security force. Then take a bunch of former high school cheerleaders with drinking and self-esteem issues, squeeze them into black cocktail server dresses (that barely cover their butts and breasts) and intermingle them with the guards, and you have a recipe for disaster.

It was a literal feeding frenzy of everyone trying to get laid as fast as possible. I hated it, but I wasn't innocent in it either. I like to think that the difference between me and the rest of them was that I didn't try. But once in a while a cocktail server or cute pit clerk would escape the drag net of aggressive horn-dog guards, and she'd find her way over to me. Sometimes I would... but more often, I'd politely decline. I had a lot of sex working there, but I also refused a lot of sex too.

But, despite my cynicism and my hypocrisy, there was a girl who I knew was very special. That would be my partner, Officer Kate Galloway. She was a year younger than me-- twenty three, and she got hired on at the same time as I did. We bonded quickly-- suffering through the insufferable (something much more hellish than any boot camp) two days of HR orientation.

We were total strangers, but we sat next to each other, since we were the only new guards in that orientation group. I was smitten when I caught her on several occasions discreetly rolling her eyes during one of those god awful sexual harassment awareness videos, and we've been buddies ever since.

Galloway is a hell of a good looking woman. Even in our ugly blue security uniforms, she stands out even more than the cocktail waitresses do. I think striking is probably the best word. To me, the cocktail servers are the epitome of "boring pretty". Too much makeup, generic attractive faces, no personality (or an annoying one), damsel in distress types. Think of Kesha and you've pretty much imagined most of the cocktail servers.

On the other hand, Galloway iss about 5'8", fit-- not thick but she was solid. She looked like she could kick someone's ass. She had a pair of nice curvy C-cups hidden beneath that blue shirt and badge, a tight tummy with the faintest traces of ab definition, and below her duty belt and radio, a butt that was just slightly bigger than average, and thighs that were thick with strong muscle.

She rarely wore makeup-- but she didn't have to. She was naturally good looking without it, but the few times that she did, she was such a knock-out that people didn't recognize her. And even with an entire casino full of half-naked waitresses, she was definitely the heart throb among the men. She had sharp and well defined facial features, full pink lips, ice blue eyes, and wavy chestnut brown hair that she dyed to an exaggerated raspberry auburn/maroon. Her hair was flirting with the line of what would be considered workplace inappropriate.

The supervisors let it slide. She was good officer, but not a kiss ass-- which kept her in everyone's high esteem. She spent many nights trading vulgar jokes with the guys, or looking the other way on our shenanigans. But she didn't slap-dick around the way everyone else did. She had a sense of duty, and cared enough about the job to not get herself in trouble.

Like any female cop you've ever encountered, she had a cool, even temper, a dry and sarcastic wit, a toned down (somewhat robotic) voice, and a subtleness to her mannerisms. A ghost of a smile would tell you she was amused. Or a slight eyebrow arch meant she was intrigued.

Between her demeanor and her looks, I've often likened her to a young Neve Campbell (and have grown a fondness for said actress ever since I met Galloway).

It's easy to see why I had a crush on her. And for some fucked up reason, out of all the guys who were constantly trying (and sometimes succeeding) in getting into her pants, she gravitated to me. We were buddies. We hung out outside of work-- usually going to get beers and burgers.

As we spent more time around each other, I became aware of a mutual attraction. But we were careful. We didn't want to fuck up our friendship and we definitely didn't want to fuck up our partnership. And given our work place, that was pretty easy to do.

But a few catalysts inevitably pushed us into being more than friends and coworkers. I suppose it was a long time coming, the two of us looking out for each other, sharing an attraction, and just letting it build up. A few weeks ago, it finally boiled over... at work of all places. I think we were both thrilled by the taboo-- two security guards sneaking off to fuck each other's brains out. It was wild, and definitely not just a once and done thing.

I was terrified afterwards that things would get weird... or the next time someone tried to pick up me or Galloway, there'd be jealousy issues. Surprisingly... there weren't. We understood each other. We had the same personalities, the same outlook on life, the same views of the world, and the same deep introspection. If some groomed business man with a pocket full of winnings from the Craps table tried to pick up Galloway, it wouldn't bother me. She'd shrug him off, trade an amused glance with me, and give me that little ghost of smile. And if some drunk cougar, disappointed after a night of not getting hit on, tried to convince herself that she still had it by making a last ditch effort to take me home, I'd give Galloway a little wink.

Often, such encounters ended with me and Galloway slipping away to some utility room, or maintenance corridor, and fucking each other senseless-- and trust me, it wasn't hard to find places where there were no security cameras. For us, part of the thrill was in the mischief of having sex while on-duty at work. The other thrill was knowing that it was us.

I wouldn't say that we were exclusive but we definitely weren't casual, either. We never had some talk about shit like that. It was more of just being attuned to each other. We were a functioning team. And if we were going to get a little crazy and involve someone else in our antics, we would both need to be onboard with it, and we'd both need to get something out of it.

Our partnership came first.

* * *

Sex and sin aside, the casino was a very negative environment that took its toll on us in different ways. Some of us became hostile. Some of us-- rebellious. Some became nasty people, or man whores, or manipulators. And some of us just withdrew...

Officer Wade was one of the latter. He seemed like the kind of guy who was doomed from the moment he set foot in that hellish place. He was a hell of a nice guy, which already didn't help. But whereas I was cynical, he was just shy, and reserved. When women flirted with him, he would blush, he would stammer, and he would glance down at this boots.

Wade was young-- probably twenty-- but he had one of those clean-shaven baby faces that made him look like he was in his late teens. He had blonde hair, that he was trying to keep military and professional (unlike me, Wade wanted to be taken seriously). Most profoundly of all, the kid had expressive eyes. I sincerely hope he never played poker, because there was no way in hell that guy could lie and not be instantly called out. If he was happy, you could tell without him having to say a word. If he was feeling self conscious, his eyes let you know. And if he was sad... it was also obvious...

That last emotion was the most consistent. He was sad most of the time.

Wade started as a guard around a month ago. He was new, nervous, and clearly uprooted. He was also a sole hire in his orientation, so he hadn't bonded with anyone. Whereas me and Galloway had each other, Wade was on his own.

Galloway and I helped to train him in his early days. I think she had a soft spot for the kid, and often took on a big sister type of role with him. If she noticed him having a shitty day, she'd flash him a smile (something that she definitely didn't do often or for just anyone), and she'd point to him, then her arm, and make a tucking gesture. "I got you right underneath my wing, rookie," she'd assure him. That usually made him laugh. And if I happened to notice him eating alone in the cafeteria (even though I personally enjoyed my solitude), I'd keep him company.

But we couldn't be around him all of the time, which made him an easy target for the predators.

I knew that guy was going to have girl trouble. I warned him from the very first day when that bimbo with the black pixie-cut and the cocktail dress made herself comfy with him. Gwen was an attractive server, like most of the girls who delivered drinks were. But she had bad news written all over her. She had dark eyes (the eyes of a demon, in my opinion), heavy makeup, eyebrows that she'd spent just a little too much time on each day, large breasts, even larger butt (but not in a bad way, but she looked like she was doomed to pack on the pounds in the not-too-distant future). I thought she had a big mouth (probably for eating souls), but am willing to concede that she had a nice smile. It was disarming...

And the second that she started plucking at Wade's uniform, badge, and belt, taking clear enjoyment in making him blush, I cautioned him simply with "I wouldn't if I were you."

Wade hadn't listened to me. And it seemed like every week, that little hussy was playing head games with him. I suspect girl troubles weren't the only personal problems that Wade had going on in his life. But he was alienated, and both me and Galloway felt bad for him. There were days when he would come into work with a bandage on his arm. And there were some days when he wouldn't come in at all, and we'd fear that we wouldn't see him again.

Galloway stepped up her game, for Wade's sake (as she told me later).

I'd had the day off, so Galloway partnered up with Wade as floor rovers. They would walk as a pair around the gaming floor, maintaining a presence, making the customers feel safe, and just waiting for a call to come in.

Wade had been his usual self with Galloway. He was shy and withdrawn. I had a few ideas of why. I figured that he probably had a secret crush on Galloway. Most of the guys did (though some not as secret as others). And he was often nervous around her.

Galloway found that to be endearing. She liked him. Probably because he wasn't like the other guys. He still believed in love and respect and honor... and all that crap (poetic, aren't I?) Galloway might have been a sarcastic, stoic, badass bitch, but she had a soft spot for good men. In fact, I suspect that if she didn't have me to keep her entertained, she'd definitely have an interest in Wade. But, unfortunately, nice guys finish last.

As they roved, Wade had his nose in his cell phone. He glanced at it for what must have been the hundredth time.

"Do you two want to be alone together?" Galloway cocked her eyebrow. She didn't have much patience for people who were always on their phones.

"Huh?" He seemed like he was in a fog. Whatever hell was going on in his head on this day, he was having trouble seeing past it.

"I'm just saying," Galloway continued, "If this were a date right now, I'd be heading for the door."

"I'm sorry," Wade said sheepishly.

"Focus," she quipped, lightly slapping him on either side of his face, her voice heavy with sarcasm.

"Sorry... it's just that this girl I'm seeing is playing head games." He was nervous about explaining this to her.

"Gwen?"

Wade blinked at her, as if asking How'd you know?

"These eagle eyes see everything," she squinted, trying to sound serious. "What's she doing?"

Wade confided Gwen's antics. From what Galloway relayed to me, it sounded like a classic case of 'hard to get'. She'd bait Wade with a few text messages, then ignore him for prolonged periods. I knew that game. In other words, she was stringing him along just enough that when she needed an ego boost, she'd send Wade a message, convince herself that she could have him, then go right back to ignoring him.

"Did you fuck her yet?"

Wade flinched, genuinely surprised by Galloway's crudity. "Jesus Galloway!"

"I'm guessing that's a no."

Wade sighed. "No."

"Where is she right now?" Galloway asked.

"She's assigned to the drink station in the high roller's room."

"Let's go visit her," Galloway insisted and they changed course across the gaming floor.

The high roller room was a relatively small blue tinted room off the beaten path. While most slot machines were a dollar or less per play, the high roller ones ranged anywhere from $10 to $1000 a pull. For that reason, it was usually quiet, empty, and boring. It held a small beverage station for waitresses, and a single-person cashier cage to one side for patrons to redeem their winnings.

When they entered, they spotted Gwen in the drink station, refilling a few orders, but otherwise looking genuinely bored. She was texting on her phone, but it wasn't for Wade.

"Go say hello," Galloway insisted. Wade looked unsure. She had to shove him to get him moving, like she was sending a child to his first day of school. "I'll be out here," she told him and left him to awkwardly chat.

She busied herself greeting the woman in the cashier cage and making small talk about the day, keeping a close eye on Wade and Gwen, reading their body language. Galloway admitted that it was a little painful to watch. Gwen had much more confidence, and Wade was simply struggling to stay afloat in a sea of being social, the likes of which he was not accustomed.

Galloway deliberately gave them a few minutes until they were in mid conversation and Wade looked more relaxed. Then she hurried over to join them. "We've got to go," Galloway was unabashed about interrupting them. She took Wade by the arm and pulled her shocked partner away from the cocktail waitress. "Say goodbye to your little friend, and let's get back to post."

Wade and Gwen looked at each other, both a little upset to have been so rudely cut off. And Gwen regarded Galloway-- clearly threatened by the attractive guard that Wade would be spending his shift with.

Wade didn't get it. When they were back out on the main gaming floor, he was flustered. "What the hell did you do that for, Galloway?"

Galloway didn't talk for several moments as they continued across the floor. Finally Wade's phone began to buzz in his pocket. He glanced at it. Several text messages from Gwen were lighting up his screen, rapid fire: "I miss hanging out with you! We should get together tonight. Call me when you can."

Wade met Galloway's calm blue eyes, and there was clear wonder in his expression.

"You're welcome," she told him, and they resumed patrolling.

I must admit, that was a good fuckin' move! At her core, Galloway was a tomboy. But she was also an attractive woman, and in the brains department, she was a wonderful hybrid-- able to hold her own against 50+ crude and horny male guards with wandering eyes, and still recognizing the bullshit of other women-- and not being afraid to throw it back in their faces. Galloway had used her good looks and her friendship with Wade to manipulate the manipulator.

Apparently, her gambit had worked.

The next day during shift change Wade had come in with a totally different vibe about him. I didn't pick up on it at first, but Galloway was all over it. She stood in front of him, making a visible effort to scrutinize his face. This, of course, earned a blush out of Wade.

"What?" He asked her, finally.

"There's something different about you," she said, her eyes narrowed with suspicion. She was chewing the inside of one of her lips.

"I don't know what you mean," Wade replied, making a considerable effort to not meet her gaze.

Finally Galloway's eyes popped and she gasped. A little smile spread from ear to ear like the Cheshire cat. "Oh my god. You got laid."

Wade couldn't help but laugh. "Not so loud," he said, "But yes." He allowed himself a triumphant smile. It looked like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Naturally, me and Galloway were happy for him. Of course, Galloway was delighted that she'd hooked up her friend. "Good job, you slut. Soooo... did you really give it to her good?"

I sighed and put my arm around Galloway's shoulders. "Come on, let's go," I started to steer her away, for Wade's benefit.

Galloway didn't relent. She put her hands together in front of her face, like she was praying. "Would it be totally out of line if I walked up to Gwen and asked her: 'So... Wade... tell me where to stop.'" Galloway then started to spread her hands slowly apart.

Wade's shock only sent Galloway into a fit of hysterics. I shrugged and gave the kid an apologetic look. She never got out of hand often. If anything, she was usually very composed. Although she had a few lapses, once in a while. This was one of them. I'd like to say it might have to do with the sex we had a few nights ago, and if it was actually possible to 'fuck someone's brains out', because she was acting dumber than a box of hair right now. But I knew that couldn't be it. She was just happy for the guy. Giddy.

And why shouldn't she be? Shit, even I was happy for Wade. But I also had a bad feeling. A feeling like that trouble-making slut was going to break his heart.

* * *

A few weeks later, she did.

Galloway filled me in. Gwen was up to her usual shit. She'd stood Wade up for a date, claiming an illness. Then Galloway (after doing some sleuthing) had discovered that same night Gwen hosted a party with a few of the man-whore guards.

There was already some high-fiving going around. We weren't sure of the specifics, but my assumption was that Gwen was the party. That was shitty. Wade had been pretty devastated. But at least he recognized it early and told Gwen to fuck off.

But he'd also had a few choice words for the other guards and hadn't held back on what shit bags he thought they were.

Wade sighed. "Dude, this place is such bullshit," he said to me, barely looking up from his turkey club. His coffee had gone cold.

Me and Galloway had joined him in the cafeteria. On this night we were mobile patrol-- assigned to (what the egotistical managers liked to call) the 'Mobile Unit'. "Mobile Unit," Galloway once scoffed. "It's a fuckin' Ford Escape." Regardless, the mobile unit had free roam. We would drive in circles in the dark, patrolling the parking lots, garages, and perimeter. It was a very boring post-- our biggest issues involved jump-starting car batteries, or driving patrons to their vehicles if they were too nervous to walk alone in the dark. It came with a lot of down-time, hence the break we were taking.

Galloway listened to Wade. She was cautiously silent. Even though her face was relatively unchanged, I could tell that she felt bad. Galloway wasn't nearly as cold as she acted. I knew that she was kicking herself for getting Wade and Gwen in bed together. She was probably thinking she should have left well enough alone with Gwen's head games, but instead she'd somehow made it worse.

Wade was clearly beating himself up, trying to process this. "I know I only had a handful of dates with her, and we hooked up once. So we didn't make any commitments... but still... if she was horny, what was so wrong with just calling me?"