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A cheer went up, Number 17 had come in, The casino was packed, The roulette game was now loosing a lot of money!

This is what I had trained for.

I went on the roulette table and within 10 spins of the ball, I had all the casinos money back from the customers and put the table back into profit. The management were happy and the customers seamed to accept the inevitable outcome,

I knew I had a natural talent for this business. I was addicted to it straight away. I loved it.

What I didn't know was that my career in casinos would take me all over the world working in legal and illegal casinos.

For large corporations and Mafia organisations.

It would nearly cost me my life, and it would certainly have a heavy price to pay.

Having left home just after my 16th birthday, I worked for two years in a burger bar during the night night, whilst attending collage during the day to gain my 'A-levels. I was accepted into college to do a degree, however I needed a summer job,

There it was, 'Trainee Croupiers required' I applied for the job and was successful.

Training started 10 weeks before my 18th birthday, I learnt quickly, I loved it, I got my licence which is required to be able to work in casinos just after my birthday, and started dealing Roulette and Blackjack to real life customers with real life money.
18 years old, cash on the hip, Girls that loved to party ( a lot ), VIP free of charge into nearly all the top nightclubs, A job that was fun,

There was no way that I was going to go to collage, This was too good!


One of the things I liked about casinos is that very night was different, customers changed, staff changed, and you never knew what was going to happen.
I was dealing Blackjack on the first table, closest to the staff entrance to the gaming floor. I looked up as the staff came in, A poor girl caught the bottom of her dress on the heal of her shoe, the dress came down, she wasn't wearing any underwear, their she was revealing all she had to reveal. All
the customers in the area looked , the poor girl went running back into the staff area riddled with embarrassment and refused to come back on the gaming floor to work for that night.
I smiled.
To be honest I found it funny and exciting, I knew that I should have been concerned and respectful towards my fellow co-worker, however, I didn't.

I knew at that moment that my morality and human decency was questionable, at best.

No sooner had that happened, when I received a sharp pain on my shin, that travelled up my leg and I did all I could to fight the pain and remain standing up!.


It brought tears to my eyes, but I wasn't going to show it. I just put my head down and continued dealing.
'bastard'. I thought, but there was nothing I could do about it!
A short time after, I was relieved from dealing the Blackjack game to have a break. I limped up to the staff room and sat down with a coffee and a cigarette.
In he came, the strictest Gaming Inspector in the club. “get out of my seat” he shouted, I did, and went to sit by the window.
He made himself a coffee, and as he walked past me said “if I ever catch you not paying full attention to the game that you are dealing, or if I ever catch you making a mistake, the kick to your shin you have just had from me, would feel like a tickle, compared to what you will receive.

Two things crossed my mind at that point, firstly, I was never going to make another mistake whilst dealing a casino game, and secondly, how quickly could I become an inspector?

Inspectors were demi-gods in the industry. They watched two games at the same time, recorded all the cash transactions, Dealt with most of the customer disputes and checked multiple combinations of cash and chip payouts simultaneously. All of this without cameras, or much support from anyone.
They used to have their own independent staff room, however due to space limitations and cost cutting, now had to share with mere Croupiers.